In the north of the empire, on the southern border of Caesarea-Mythmel (the domain of the Duke of Brenus).

Evening.

Archduke Brennus's army was stationed here, and they were to set up a makeshift camp here, which was one of the compulsory courses for an army, and the shorter the time it took to stay there, the more it proved that the army was well trained.

The soldiers, led by the captain, gathered timber from the vicinity, connected the wagons to use as fences, and erected several improvised watchtowers. This defense is not very strong, but it can also resist the enemy's cavalry raids, and it is timely to find the guys who touch it in the dark.

As the caretaker of the northern outpost of the empire, Grand Duke Brennus has been dealing with the highlanders and the Misty Mountain tribes all year round, and his army has rich combat experience, at least much better than many small lords who are in the interior and huddle in castles all day.

The slightly lazy soldiers bragged to each other, told lewd jokes and drank inferior ales, and played a game of craps in a circle, the stakes of which might be change or dinner, but the boring games made them laugh, but they all adhered to the bottom line, and the loser would not argue with the other or argue with his fists - the result would be to be kicked out of the army by the duke and begging for alms in some stinking ditch.

Despite this, if you take a closer look, these hooligan-like big-headed soldiers, whether they play dice or fall asleep, are fully armed and have weapons at hand, as long as they blow the horn, they can immediately transform into professional killing machines, with bloodthirsty and fierce faces, as if they choose to devour people.

Of course, there are not many such soldiers even under the command of the duke-all veterans who have fought in the northern ice and snow wastelands for more than five or six years, so that the dukes who can't do anything but kill people are only more than 2,000 people, and the rest are just levies who have just laid down their hoes.

If you want to raise such a professional army, it costs a lot of money, like the territory of the Grand Duke of Brennus has a population of 100,000, and under the condition of ensuring that the tax is abundant, the army that can be armed is only 6,000 people, and the conscripts after the professional army are just ordinary troops who know a little combat skills. Of course, if there is an accident, the Grand Duke can pull out an army of 20,000 people at any time, but the combat effectiveness or anything cannot be counted on.

Little Brenus Aaron and the middle-aged knight walked through the middle of the barracks, and kept greeting the big-headed soldiers, who were also as if they had seen relatives, their hands stretched high, and a mouthful of big yellow teeth grinning behind their ears.

This is a completely different army from the Roman legional style, the relationship between the leader and his subordinates is not so much subordinate, but more like relatives, they are partners who can rely on each other, in their opinion, protecting their own young master is as natural as protecting their own father, when the leader or successor is still alive, their combat effectiveness is indescribably strong, of course, it will also bring unclear relations between the upper and lower levels, difficult to be fair and other problems.

"You say, Theodore, the Caesarea Lord, will he come?"

Standing at the gate of the camp, Aaron looked at the mountains in the distance, his eyes were a little confused, the young guy left a deep impression on him, although he was ordered by his father to change into a new burqa to greet him, but he still had doubts.

Is it really necessary to come to such a thing that has almost nothing to do with oneself if it is oneself?

"He's coming, definitely. The middle-aged knight nodded affirmatively and patted Aaron on the shoulder: "This is related to the issue of integrity, since he agreed, he will naturally not go back on his word, for a lord, no matter who it is, integrity is very important!"

"Of course, it is unlikely that he will bring too many people, at most a few dozen knights, or hundreds of soldiers, and although that lord should be rich, he will definitely not bring too many people, so it is not worth it. The middle-aged knight guessed: "For him, this battle is just a fulfillment of an agreement, and it is an agreement that has no benefits. ”

"Either he won't come, or if he does, he will definitely bring a strong team!" the boy shook his head and said with great certainty: "He is that kind of person, I thought so when I saw him for the first time." ”

“weishenme？”

"I don't know, but ......" the young man's tone was a little hesitant, perhaps because he felt that it was too much of a compliment to say this: "When I saw him in his castle, in that hall, I suddenly had the illusion that what stood before me was not a young man who had just inherited the family business, but ...... It's like my father is standing there!"

“...... Is this what you think?"

"Yes. Aaron smiled bitterly: "It's ridiculous, probably an illusion!"

"Hehe, it's not a bad thing, after all, ......" The middle-aged knight was about to divert the topic, when the sound of galloping horses' hooves interrupted his train of thought, and he looked up: "Someone is coming!"

"Purple cloak, knights of Rome!" Aaron recognized at a glance: "Here they are!"

Holding aloft the golden laurel banner of Rome, Valens galloped in the direction of the barracks, and when he was about to reach the gate of the camp, he saw two men and hurried towards it.

"Whew--" Valens pulled the reins of the horse tightly, slowly stopped the horse with difficulty, and panted together: "May I ask the names of the two, I am Valens, the captain of the guard of Lord Theodore Julian." ”

"I am ......"

"Get off your horse before you talk, knight. The middle-aged knight stopped Aaron, who was just about to go up, and looked up coldly at Valens, who was still sitting on the horse: "The one standing in front of you is the heir of the future Duke of Brennus, your master's friend, and the humility to the nobles is the basic etiquette." ”

"Of course!" replied Valens, also frowning, "but I dismount only in my own capacity, and not on behalf of my master." ”

"Naturally!"

"So, can you tell me now, where is the Grand Duke of Brenus?" asked Valens with a blank look, "The Roman army has been deployed, and we need to know the specific route below!"

"The specific route?" The middle-aged knight was puzzled, stepped forward and asked, "How many of you are here?"

"Ho!" Valence smiled proudly, turning and gesturing at the hillside behind him, "It's over there!"

The two of them looked up curiously, looking at the horizon on the hillside, trying to find traces of the presence of the army.

Then, in a short period of time, under the white clouds dyed red by the setting sun, the flames of gold and red alternately burned gradually, and slowly, the entire hillside was filled with this flame, fluttering the red banner of the golden laurel, accompanied by a neat army, pouring down from the hillside, and the sound of neat footsteps coming from the "flood" was faint, but it shocked the soul!

"Fifteen hundred troops, and a hundred knights. Valence raised his head proudly, stood upright, and stretched out his hand as if to show the supreme majesty of Rome: "It is the invincible and proud legion of Rome!"

"And, of course, our commander, the great Caesar, Theodore Julian!"

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"Welcome, Your Excellency Julian. ”

Archduke Brennus got up from his seat, walked up to Theodore, and gave him a bear hug.

"Thank you for keeping your word, may the Radiant Cross bless you and your people!"

"May the gods of Rome bless you and your people. The corners of Theodore's mouth twitched, but he still maintained his basic demeanor, and nodded to the Grand Duke with a smile.

"I've brought with me my most trusted army, and I hope I can give you a helping hand!" Diodore waved the purple cloak on his body.

"Of course, or because of your support, this battle will be extraordinary, and victory will be on our side!" the Duke excitedly tried to give Theodore another bear hug, but he dodged him.

"This battle is not for anyone to win alone, humanity must unite in order to fight against another race!" Theodore replied tepidly, looking at the duke, "So I want to ask, how many people can we gather?"

"It depends on the situation, the land in the north is not as good as the south, and the sum of them is only about two million, and it is divided into small lords, as much as the territory of me and the other three grand dukes, with a population of 100,000, and it may only be about 10,000 or 20,000. The duke spread his hands and made a helpless look: "If the orcs invade on a large scale, there is no chance that the north will survive!"

"But, fortunately, these orcs are not as united as we thought, and for now, they are divided into large and small tribes, and they have disputes with each other. The Duke smiled slyly: "This is the only chance that God has left us!"

"This also makes it possible for humanity to fight back!" said Theodore, who smiled happily.

Brennus smiled undeniably and took a glass from the side, "Have you had dinner?"

The large square tent was erected, the extravagant butter lamps were lit, and people around the tent were constantly bringing all kinds of delicacies to the tent.

A long oak table was also covered with a thick red tablecloth, in the center of which a special silver candlestick was placed, and on each side of the tent hung the black falcon flag of the Archduke of Brenus and the golden laurel wreath of Rome to signify the status of the director and guest of the banquet.

Theodore and the old duke sat at opposite ends of the table, flanked by their cronies. This can be regarded as a way to express friendship, originally the Duke did not expect Theodor to agree to his invitation so happily, but since the other party came, he naturally had to entertain him well.

Large pieces of grilled meat, stews, soups, sprinkled with expensive spices at any cost, and garnished with raisins on white bread. Although they are all very coarse food, such a dinner is quite hearty for the Romans who don't care much about food in the first place.

Archduke Brenus looked appreciatively at the opposite of him, Theodore, who was chewing slowly and eating very inappropriately, knowing that if he had ordered it at this time, it would have been impossible for them to escape one of them, but without any bargaining, they went into his barracks.

Thinking of the boy's performance in the negotiation before, he was even more puzzled.

Is it surprisingly bold, or is it a real teenager?

In any case, there was nothing wrong with the fact that the two sides were now allies who relied on each other, and Archduke Brennus, who had never been much of a thinker, decided to enjoy this dinner party that hurt him a little - all those spices were very expensive!

Damn profiteers! And damn old Best!

"My dear brothers!" Brenus stood up suddenly, his voice was surprisingly loud, holding a frothy shot glass, and looking at the eyes of those around him with elation: "And my dear friends!"

"Now, the Liliang of the North has all been united, and our covenant has brought the two sides closer together, which is the best thing for both of us!"

"What exactly do you want to say?" Theodore raised his glass, "As a knight, please be concise and clear!"

"Well, then a word!" Brenus Hahadaxiao said, "Tomorrow, let's go to Savincro and let those damn orcs know how good we are!"

(Okay, zuihou I still want to say a couple of words, I hope it won't be seen as a word count.)

First of all, as for my previous response to the comment of "Halo Water Brother", daoqian was really on fire at the time, and I hit it without thinking about it (about what he and I said, you can go to the comment area to take a look). Afterwards, I also found a good friend to complain.

"Banner of Glory" is about to leave the summer vacation,It's not easy,In addition to the daily desperate code words,My biggest fun is to see if the collection and recommendation have risen,A few small changes can make me happy,After all, the current fantasy class has not been better than fantasy and science fiction,And I'm not a god.,I'm sorry that I haven't been able to watch it.,But I'm really referring to the advantages of others.,While supplementing my own shortcomings.,So that everyone's expectations for me won't be wasted.。

So I think everyone's comments or responses to me are to make this work better, if you hate it, just click on the upper right corner a little faster, so whether it's for you or for this work, even if you think it's inadequate, please pay a little attention to the wording, and the grumbling should be unlikely to give me any useful information for me to notice later.

zuihou, Kongkong is here to apologize to the "Halo Water Brother" to the top 120,000 points, because I frightened you with my own cultivation problems.

There is no reason for the fantasy genre to decline, because it represents a heroic dream~, a desire for alternative shijie.

"The usual sprinkling of flowers~~, ask for collection recommendations and rewards~~. "Rolling around in the air and whining.