The group cautiously groped forward under the leadership of the "guide", and the soldiers laboriously carried the big shields, trying to maintain the formation that was basically gone, and followed behind.

Holding a heavy crossbow in his right hand, Ustan hung the scabbard of his short sword on his waist, and frowned at the already crooked formation behind him, and even the military uniform on his body had been scraped by the branches on both sides.

If it weren't for the fear of the ever-sculptural face of the Wing Commander, the gang would have thrown aside the javelins and the shields that stood in the way.

Although it is true that the combat methods of the Roman legions are not suitable for fighting in the mountains and forests, and the terrain and cover are too complicated, the Roman shield becomes a burden, but it is more advantageous to travel lightly.

However, the Roman legions were not without the situation of fighting in the mountains and forests, and it was the style of the Roman legions to maintain the best discipline and queue at all times, so that the enemy did not have the opportunity to attack from behind.

As for these people............ I didn't expect them to be very good, but after four months of training, they still look like this, which is really unsatisfactory.

But it's okay, because their enemies are even more scum than them, and what strong morale and combat effectiveness can a group of robbers and bandits who only know how to hide and hide?

After waiting for a while, Ustan and his soldiers were led by Lore to a small valley in the mountains.

This made Ustan a little pleased - at least the valley was relatively flat, and at least he could form a shield wall with a hundred or so people behind him.

"Go behind me. "There is no doubt about the order. Ustan raised the crossbow in his hand and told Carlo to prepare behind him with his soldiers.

With a little excitement and fear, the recruits nervously lined up under the menaceous command, put their shields in front of them, drew a javelin, and waited nervously, looking at their co-captain with adoring eyes.

Like a ferocious wolf, Ustan stood behind a rock on the side, raised his crossbow without a word, and aimed at a yawning middle-aged man standing at the mouth of the valley.

Licking his chapped lips, Ustan quietly closed his right eye, his left narrowing into a slit, observing his prey like a falcon, his pupils constricting.

It was as if everything was no different from usual, and the middle-aged man walked back and forth comfortably, thinking about the dishes for lunch. This shijie is like this, even if the next second is the end of shijie, there will be no terrible omen to remind you of its arrival.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound made him turn his head in confusion, and before he could spot the hunter staring at him, the air-tearing crossbow bolt entered his mouth with a strong current, and let the rear fly out from behind, without the slightest pause.

Just, with a stream of blood, a soul dissipated unconsciously on this shijie.

"No ――――――――!!!!!!"

The stunned Lore screamed and screamed, but before he could stand up, he was knocked unconscious by a stuffy stick behind him.

"Damn it!" Carlo cursed with a pout, furious. Even he knew that the thieves in the valley must have discovered them by this moment.

"Haringos Brigade-!" Ustan raised his sword alof: "Five rows of phalanx-!!!"

The soldiers quickly acted according to the order, and the long-term training allowed them to subconsciously stand in their positions, and formed a small shield wall in front of Ustan in front of them, which was somewhat decent.

"Get out! Get out!"

The long-term outlaw life has made these people more reflexive than ordinary people, and under the leadership of a leader-like guy, they quickly assembled, grabbed their respective weapons, and cursed all kinds of dirty and obscene words while rushing out of the valley.

"Stay steady—keep steady!" Ustan shouted, picking up a shield and standing at the front of the line, squeezing Carlo behind him, cheering for the soldiers: "Get ready!"

To be able to intercept the caravan, of course, there are many people in this valley, more than two hundred bandits, wielding all kinds of broken copper and iron, rushing over in a chaotic manner, and the better ones can also have a fur coat on their bodies, and more directly rush up shirtless!

The soldiers stared, their mouths were dry, they couldn't say a word, their legs seemed to stiffen, and their whole bodies seemed to be unresponsive.

Ustan waited, eye-checking the distance between the other and himself, exhaling softly.

"Javelin---Launch-!!!"

With a loud shout, these big-headed soldiers came to their senses, and according to the movements during training, they raised the javelin in their hands and threw it fiercely towards the opposite side!

"Buzz-Buzz-Buzz-......"

There was a neat throwing sound, and one hundred and sixty javelins were thrown at the opposite side, but probably because of panic, only the unlucky ones were accurately hit, and fell to the ground with a miserable howl, and were directly trampled by the people behind.

The robbers rushed over with strange screams, brandishing their short swords and maces like they were going crazy, and looked at the "officers and soldiers" in front of them with fanatical expressions.

"Array, shield!"

As the order was given, the soldiers raised their large shields above their chests and hid their short swords in front of them: "Ha-!!!"

"Bump---!"

This group of bandits, who were almost dying, jumped up and hit the shield directly, knocking the soldiers in the first row directly into a stagger, and the people in the back row hurriedly went up and locked the formation with their shields.

"Forward-!forward-!forward-!"

Ustan shouted: "Take your courage! Don't let your relatives be spurned by others!!"

The neat shield wall blocked the bandits' attack, and as they were pushed backwards little by little, a sturdy man with a two-handed axe suddenly emerged from behind the crowd and rushed towards the array with a strange scream.

"Die, you bastard!!!" Carlo strode forward with his shield on his shield and his dagger in his grip, flicking his axe back with the iron edge of his shield.

"Go to hell, you rich lackeys!" the man slashed his axe with red eyes, forcing Carlo to take a step back, and with a slip of his feet, the strong man fell to the ground with a muffled thud.

"Carlo!"

Ustan took a stride and threw the dagger in his hand as a throwing knife. A white light flashed, and with a "poof!", the man clutched his shoulders and threw his axe to the ground.

"Harlinggos Brigade - !!!" Ustan rushed in front of Carlo and kicked the strong man up: "Javelin-!!!"

The soldiers in the back immediately shouted, drew a javelin from their shields, and threw it over the heads of the brothers in front.

"Puff-Puff-Puff-......"

The sound of blood spraying and muscles being penetrated was so bloody!

"Uhh!!hh

"Help me, help me!"

The screams and cries for help continued to sound, so that the group finally lost a little confidence in Zuihou, and immediately collapsed after losing their leader, screaming and throwing away their weapons, and scattered towards the valley on both sides.

"Captain, No, Captain!" Carlo walked up behind Ustan and looked at him excitedly, "Let's chase after him!"

"No, don't rush yet. Ustan turned around with a cold face and took a deep breath:

"Everyone, assembled, !!!"

The sound was so cold that it made people tremble, so that the soldiers who had become fanatical seemed to pour a basin of water on their heads, sobered up, and hurriedly rearranged the queue in front of Ustan under the leadership of their respective captains, and obediently waited for orders.

"Very well, now report the casualties!"

After hearing the order, the soldiers hurriedly looked around, and found that there was no one missing, and only a few people were injured, and a kind of happy joy spread from the crowd.

"Report to the Captain!" Carlo stood up proudly: "Four people were slightly injured, none were seriously injured, and no one was killed!"

Ustan nodded, looking at the soldiers around him with a cold face.

"Everyone, pack up your javelins and weapons, and we'll be back to the barracks in ten minutes!"

"Co-Captain!" Carlo stepped forward, "What about those guys?"

"You don't have to worry about it!" Ustan glared at him and sneered, "They can't escape!"

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When Ustan rushed back to the barracks with this squadron, two other squadrons also returned.

Moreover, by the way, he also brought a group of bandits with their heads down.

The two squadrons were set up on the outskirts of the mountains and forests by Usstan, and their only task was to capture these fish that had slipped through the net.

When entering the city, the whole brigade was warmly cheered by the people!

The soldiers proudly marched in front of the pace, followed by the bandits who had been chained together - they were going to spend a long decade in the quarries of Haringos to atone for their past deeds.

The crowd shouted "Our Army" in the aisle, while smashing all sorts of peel crumbs at the bandits. Of course, there are always a few who are not very good, and then the soldiers who are further back in front suffer.

"Hold up your chests!" Ustan whispered, "The scar is the blessing of Mars, the god of war!"

"Understood!, boss!" said Carlo with a smile as she showed a neat line of white teeth and puffed out her chest proudly.

"Ho!" Ustan didn't glare at him anymore, he acquiesced, and raised his right arm: "Follow me, long live Rome!"

"Long Live Rome - !!!"

"Long Live Rome - !!!"

"Long Live Rome - !!!"

"Hooray-!hooray-!hooray-!"

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"Hats off, sir. The herald saluted Ustan and said with a smile: "I heard from people outside that you have just commanded a wing of recruits who have only been training for four months, and you have won a great victory. ”

"It's just a rabble, a collection of cowards and fools. Ustan said coldly: "What news did you bring?"

With a hot face on his ass, the herald shrugged his shoulders and took out a scroll from his bosom, "Your dispatch order, sir. ”

"Dispatch order?"

"Ustan Konstantin, in view of his excellent combat skills and outstanding command talents, in the presence of the god of war Mars, awarded him a military merit bracelet and appointed him to the post of commander of the second long-range auxiliary engineering wing of the 1st Army. ”

"This is a handwritten dispatch order from Lord Mehimus. The herald handed it to Urstein: "My lord asked me to convey that if you do not wish, you can make an application." ”

"But no true Roman soldier would refuse a commission from a legion, especially one destined for great glory. ”

"What about your wishes, sir. The herald smiled, silently waiting for the answer.