"Report to you, sir!"

The herald stood on the platform of the harbor and handed the document in his hand to the red-cloaked officer in front of him.

"That's all the new supplies, two full seasons of bread, wine, some olives and dairy. Like a repeater, the herald bit word by word: "Military supplies such as fire oil and javelins brought from Caesarea are also on it." ”

"What about the meat products?" the officer frowned, "I remember mentioning it in particular." ”

"There are some sausages but there aren't many of them, you have to save some of them. The herald was still expressionless: "As for the rest, I'm afraid you will have to figure it out for yourself." ”

"Oh damn it, the brethren are in a bad state of morale right now, and the game here is unbearable, hard and sour. The officer grumbled bitterly, "That's how Rome rewarded her loyal soldiers?"

"I will report your request truthfully, but please understand our distress. The herald pouted, "Do you want us to bring you a boatload of live pigs, or chickens?"

"At the very least, the number of cured meats and sausages should be increased. "The officer still doesn't give up.

"This ......"

"The soldiers who are fighting in this ice and snow are still holding on to their posts. Shouldn't they have a full meal and a sip of hot soup?!"

"Well, I'll try to get it. The herald grimaced and let out a long sigh, "It's all right, isn't it?"

"Hmm. The officer smiled and nodded, patting him on the shoulder: "I wish you all the best!"

"You might as well wish yourself. The herald's mouth twitched, and he got on the boat.

Looking at the distant cargo ship, the corners of the officer's mouth raised slightly. As a qualified adjutant, one of the most important tasks is to get all the benefits that can be won for the army you serve, from a meal to the battle sequence of a campaign.

How to get more things within a reasonable range is also a science.

"Hurry up and get these things to the barracks warehouse, the brothers can't wait. The officer ordered the soldiers around him, "Be quick, we have sausages to eat tonight!"

"Oh――――――――!!!!!"

After receiving the promise, the morale of the soldiers was obviously much higher, shouting slogans and vigorously carrying large round barrels and crates.

"Whoa, whoa, let me see......" Cautiously opened the scroll, a pair of eyes narrowed into a slit.

But soon the boss opened his eyes, and a look of surprise was about to come out!

"That's a ............ Good news to the death!"

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To the north of Lake Valun, it can be said that it is a dividing line of this shijie.

The snow and cold throughout the year make this place dead and lifeless, although the land is also fertile, but even if you work intensively, it is difficult to have any relatively large harvest, but you can barely survive.

But it also has its own advantages, the vast forest contains all kinds of precious wood, fierce birds and beasts are active in it, deep underground, buried rich mineral deposits, after excavation, it is the wealth that can lead the civilization Shijie is also envied.

The people who live here have been tempered by the icy cold to be strong and simple, fighting wild beasts in this northern wilderness and exploring in the forests. For survival, but also for loved ones and tribes.

Some of them developed their archery skills in their unique circumstances, and many more learned to hunt with short spears and tomahawks, and although they were undisciplined, it cannot be denied that they were warriors who were not afraid of blood.

Living closer to the south, they are customarily called "highlanders", with a short axe and skirt-like hem of their jacket as their symbol, living a life of semi-farming, half-fishing and hunting, and also have relatively large settlements. Although they often engaged in thieves, they were relatively receptive, and were happy to exchange special products such as fur and minerals for food and cloth, and in the further south, many highlanders even joined the army of the Grand Duke of Brennus, gradually assimilating into the southern civilization.

And further north, in the desolate Misty Mountains, the people there are relatively more savage, the barren mountains do not grow food, there are no special products, and their character is more impulsive and irritable, and more bloodthirsty and savage than the highlanders in the south. Possessing even more insane combat skills, the rudimentary fur coat is the only thing they can keep warm. The embarrassment of life made them more enthusiastic about robbery and plunder, and it became a custom, as if they were born to fight with others, and the one who survived naturally had everything that the dead person had.

And these barbarians from the Misty Mountains, especially the many small tribes in the west, were the object of the Brennus family's vigilance for generations—and the sword was the only language they could understand for these uncivilized savage species.

After Constantine's fleet cleared out many of the nearby pirates, he successfully established a friendship with Ryan's tribe and let them know that there was an additional Shili named "Rome" in the south.

The brave highlanders, impressed by Constantine's two-handed swordsmanship, generously allowed them to build a small port and a military camp along the coast of their territory, and became a transit point between the two sides, and Roman goods and Ryan's mineral furs made both sides more prosperous.

North of Lake Valen, along the coast of Ryan -- the Roman military camp.

"What did you say?!"

In the barracks hall, Konstantin looked at his adjutant in astonishment, ignoring even the firewood that was still burning on the side.

"Just four days ago, Caesarea was held. The adjutant looked at his commander with a smile: "The first Roman legion has been formed!"

"What's your name?!"

"Sword of Glory, sir. The adjutant excitedly replied, "Paulus will be the commander of the legion, and Pabriuk will be the eagle standard-bearer." ”

"Well, sure enough, it's them. Konstantin nodded: "Whether it is qualifications or experience, these two people are the best candidates." ”

"By the way, your nephew served as the co-captain of one of the auxiliary wings of the legion, Ustan Konstantin. The adjutant grinned, "May I be the first to congratulate you?"

"Hah! this kid doesn't look like me at all!" Konstantin waved his hand indifferently, but his eyes still betrayed him: "It's more like Mesimus's nephew!"

"Young and promising, now your family will have more say in Rome. The adjutant said enviously: "One commander is not enough, and there is one more such a young wing commander, who is destined to have hope to serve as the commander of the corps in the future!"

"Forget it, say less flattery. Konstantin laughed and scolded: "Go and inform the orderlies and the kitchen, have a good meal tonight! Tell everyone the good news, and be happy!"

"Yes, sir!" replied the adjutant, "but there is a question, please explain!"

"Uh, what's the problem?"

"You said you want to give you good news. The adjutant showed a sly smile: "I don't know which one to notify?"

"you!" Konstantin grinned and kicked the lieutenant out of the door.

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"The gods have given us miracles~~!

The great task from heaven is the grace to give~~!

The banner of glory, we should defend it to the death~~!

The people of Rome, we move forward together~~!

Let this great solemnity shine on the whole shijie~~!

Go forward and follow suit, not afraid of hardships and dangers~~!

Strong shield, sharp spear, our footprints are the border~~!

We are here to chant 'Long live Caesar'~~!

Footprints of Rome, conquer everything~~!

At this moment, it is the carnival of victory~~!"

The soldiers sang and danced, drank wine around the campfire, sang songs, slapped each other on the back, and the enthusiasm was on everyone's faces.

"I love this song!" Constantine shouted without grace, "Our priests have done a good thing, they made up this song!"

"Hehehehahaha..................ha

"Oh, no, no, no, no......" Konstantin said nervously, "but don't tell them that the people from Konstantin's house will not do blasphemous things!"

"hahaha............ha

When he said this, everyone laughed even more.

"This glass of wine, everyone hold it up for me!" Constantine glanced around at everyone: "Let us pay tribute to our great Caesar!"

"To our great Caesar――――――!!!!!

"May he live a long ――――――――――!!!!!"

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"Whew---, whew--, whew--"

In the small playground of the barracks, there were cups and plates everywhere, black smoke was still emitting from the burned bonfires, and the soldiers were drunk and drunk, regardless of whether they were in the barracks tents or not, they could just find a place to make a living.

Konstantin leaned against each other with a few soldiers, his head was spilled with wine stains on the ground, and his mouth was open, and saliva kept flowing from his mouth into the soldier's shoes, and his mouth kept muttering.

He was still dreaming, when a cold touch rushed towards him, and he was suddenly beaten.

Then he soon discovered the "real culprit behind the scenes" -- he was holding a bucket and looking coldly at his adjutant.

"Oh, what are you doing?!" Covering his headache-ridden head, Konstantin stood up angrily and shouted, "If you don't give me a reasonable explanation............

"Our caravan has been looted. Before he could finish speaking, the adjutant said it, and in order to prove the seriousness of the matter, he specially added:

"It was the Highlanders who did it. ”

（55555555555............ , I won't recommend it next week...... It's so sad!

Reputedly............ Tipping can make people feel happy and energetic............ Hehe, blushing and shy...... ）