"I report to you, Honorable Commander Mesimus, all the veterans of the First Wing are ready and waiting for your orders, please give orders!"

As soon as Mesimus left the tent, Paulus, the eagle-bearer with a stern-faced face, was already standing outside the tent, holding the shining eagle flag tightly in his hand, and the thick chain mail on his slightly dirty military uniform was shiny.

Behind him were all the soldiers of the entire First Wing, standing expressionless, neither excited nor timid, as if they were just preparing to go to a feast and waiting for Zuihou's companions.

Rome's reward for veterans was the granting of a double chain - not only a qualification for two salaries, but also a symbol of honor, status and status. Every veteran of the First Wing has the qualifications to lead a team of 100 people, which is an affirmation of these brave warriors.

In battle, the 1st Wing was at the forefront of the right flank of the whole army - a position where the enemy often concentrated on Liliang and tried to break through the defensive line. And when attacking, the 1,000-man wing at the front of the right flank will also become the sharpest spearhead, tearing through the enemy's left flank line and encircling the enemy.

Mehemus looked at these veterans, these former subordinates of his own, without saying a word. There are many faces that I am very familiar with, and there are some new ones - all new blood who joined after a few big battles, but in any case, it was an honor in itself to be in the First Wing.

These people were all the essence of the Roman legions, the tenacious rocks and the reserve of junior officers, and as long as they were there, even two or even three more legions would not be a problem. Caesar gave them to himself, which is equivalent to giving himself a legion.

"Brothers, I'm sure you're all well aware. Mesimus looked at them and said, "The River Kwyn is important to Caesar and important to Rome, so Caesar sent us." ”

"The enemies are still those enemies. Our enemies - the orc warriors, the savage and bloodthirsty ones, we've fought them several times. Mehemus smiled and said, "Which time did we lose?"

"Hehehehahaha......" The veterans laughed proudly, their expressions were full of disdain, and the pride of the victorious army was vividly displayed.

"Our allies, the Kwyn people, they felt that the Romans had sent too few soldiers, only a thousand, and they felt that the more the soldiers, the more the soldiers—but all the Romans knew one thing. That is, a soldier is not the same as a warrior. The corners of his mouth curled up proudly: "In my opinion, we have more warriors than theirs!"

"Rome - !!! Rome - !!! Rome - !!! Rome - !!!"

"Still, it must be admitted that we are the inferior side, the numbers, the army, the terrain ...... I can get a lot of us, and I probably won't see the sun set today. Mehemus shook his head calmly: "And a man, a citizen of Rome, the highest honor and reward he can receive before he dies is the blessing of the great Mars - the liliang who overcomes himself in fear!"

"Brothers. I'll give you only one task, one that is almost impossible!" "On the second line of the army, form the strongest shield wall to block the Orc charge for the Kwyn River." Hold them down and let them get caught in our formations, in front of our shields, to buy time for reinforcements and the phalanx in the rear. We're going to get a chance to turn a win into a loser. ”

"It will be a heroic battle, my brothers, citizens of Rome. "What are you waiting for?" said Mehemus, "Let's go and see them!"

"Roman legions-. Onward-!!!" Paulus Eagle Standard-Bearer and his old fellow looked at each other, and immediately shouted a slogan, and set off with the First Wing.

"General Mehemus. Knight Aimo walked behind Mesimus with his sword on his shoulder, and handed over the blood-red horsehair helmet with a solemn expression: "Your helmet." ”

"Xiexie, it looks like you're ready too?" Maximus put on his helmet and looked at Aimo in military uniform with a smile, "Are you ready to fight alongside me?"

"I am your shield and your sword. Aimo fell to one knee almost reverently, and bowed his head with his sword: "Please let me follow you, even if hell lies ahead!"

"War is not fought for the sake of death - although the spirit is commendable. Mehemus grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted Aimo up with a little force: "You also need a shield." ”

"Shield?"

"We will hold the second front with the first wing. Mehemus didn't look at him again, and the scarlet scarlet scarlet shook gently with his solid steps: "Take your shield and cover the brethren beside you!"

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By noon, even though Mesimus had not yet given any battle orders, the militia phalanx, which had been slightly chaotic and tumultous, had become silent, lined up in a crowded formation, with layers of shields close together, trembling at the other side—the originally scattered orc tribes had formed a formation, and it was obvious that they were ready to force their way across the river.

The summoned mercenaries and hunters were scattered along the banks of the river as light infantry, harassing the enemy with bows and arrows - although the orcs were equipped with shields at a high rate, there were still many low-level orcs without shields, and even when they did, bows and arrows were not ineffective.

The veterans and conscripted knights who served in the army took on the role of militia captains and commanders, and these people were also key to maintaining the morale of the militia, giving them the courage to fight the enemy instead of fleeing.

"Soldiers, make way for General Mehimus, salute - !!!" Several guards walked ahead of Mehimus, taking up the duty of opening the way, wearing armor but not the scarlet mehimus, and carrying a Roman legionary shield in their hands. Aimo followed behind him, holding his shield and sword silently, as if he were a puppet of a sculpture.

Almost all the soldiers silently paid their respects to the Roman general—in any case, the fact that this stranger was willing to stand with him and fight side by side was already a kind of trust, a kind of liliang that could only be found in robes.

"Bang!" Mehemus slammed his shield to the ground and stood at the front of the right side of the First Wing, holding on to the edge of the shield. The scarlet Roman soldiers became the most colorful line of the entire infantry phalanx. Ammer stood silently at Mehmus's side, and the burqa became quite conspicuous.

The most solid infantry phalanx was the first line, and the Roman legions were in the second line, followed by two reserve formations -- to put it mildly, the reason why the Roman legions served as the second front was not only to ensure that the army formation would not be overwhelmed by the enemy, but also to prevent the militia who were not determined to fight from being frightened by the enemy's momentum.

"Roar, roar, ――――――――――――――――――――――――!!!!!"

Suddenly, the orc army on the other side of the river erupted into a neat roar, and the instantaneous resonance made this momentum explode to the peak, as if even the river was shaking.

With the roar, the sea of orc warriors began to march towards the other side of the river, the heavy pace sound was clear and variable, the bloodthirsty gaze made people cold, and the terrifying aura like a substance turned into sharp swords and spears pointing directly towards the other side of the river, and the originally stable military formation suddenly became riotous, and the frightened militiamen even held their weapons with their hands trembling, and even urinated on the spot with poor mental endurance, or a burst of abdominal pain, and vomited all over the soldiers in front, even the frightened legs were not a few.

"What are we going to do? Knight Aimo looked at the infantry phalanx in front of him, which had not been in turmoil for a long time—and many of them were ready to flee, and a kind of determination burst into his young eyes: "Do you want to suppress?!"

"Blow the trumpet. Mehemus didn't say anything more: "Paulus, take the flag!"

"Woooo――――――――――――――――――――――――――oo

The familiar sound of the trumpets sounded, and the trumpeters who had received the order also blew their horns one after another, and the successive horn sounds made the soldiers who had been in turmoil stand in place, a little at a loss.

Several guards held up Mesimus with shields, giving him a vantage point from which to look out over the whole army, and the scarlet horsehair helmet suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention.

"The enemy is right in front of you, what are you going to do?, run away—like a coward?!" "yes, there are too many enemies, they are bloodthirsty and savage, they have no mercy, and if we are defeated, they will devour us all alive!"

"But if you run away, will you live? Will you be at ease if you run? No, no, they will take you and your family out of the dark, damp gutter and turn them into slaves, food for them - don't forget that, humans, we! are food in their eyes!"

"If you flee, we will be defeated, but if you are willing to keep fighting, if you are willing to fight for your homeland, we still have a chance to survive. "Our common Emperor, the great Theodore Julian, has sent army after army of knights to this place, and we can beat these brutes as long as we hold out for a little while!"

"My warriors, there is no way back!" Mehemus roared, "Behind you is the !!! of the Kwyn River."

(Network issues, so update in advance today in case of emergency) (To be continued......)