"Soldiers—all in formation, march!" ordered the centurion, and the standard-bearer behind him immediately raised the flag and marched with the red horsehair helmet.

Eighty soldiers, dressed in dark red uniforms and improvised helmets, armed with spears and square shields, hurriedly responded to the centurion's slogan, lined up in ten neat columns, trotted behind the standard-bearer and the centurion, and marched on the paved and smooth road, with a slightly chaotic footsteps stepping on the ground and making a "crackling" sound, accompanied by the slow blowing breeze wandering in the fertile field.

Soon, when the little centurion moved to a fork, the centurion ordered the soldiers to stop, and they lined up on the side of the road, forming two rows and standing guard here. The glittering brass spear flag is held in the hand of the flag bearer, and the flag with broken edges is gently blown in the wind.

The centurion took off his red horsehair helmet and put up a small "awning" in his eye socket with his right hand, looking out at the far end of the road. And those legionnaires who looked a little "shabby" still stood guard and guarded their positions without squinting, but their eyes looked erratic and a little absent-minded.

The corner of the centurion's eyes swept over their every move, and there was some anger in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. These were all conscripts recruited from the countryside, and they had only just completed two months of initial training, which was quite good at this level - they couldn't even tell the difference between left and right last month.

"Sir, someone is coming!" the centurion's shout made the centurion regain his spirits, quickly buckle his helmet, and scolded behind him with a serious expression: "Stand up straight for me, don't embarrass me in front of outsiders!"

"Long live Rome!!!" shouted the soldiers in unison, shielding their front bodies with their shields and raising their spears as if at this moment they were already real Roman legions.

The centurion nodded, and turned his gaze to the far side of the horizon, where a small contingent of cavalry was heading towards it, carrying several distinctly different heraldic banners. The centurion, who had a little knowledge, immediately understood that these people were probably the lords from the Kwyn River.

After a while, a knight with a swallowtail flag galloped on horseback, looking rather dissatisfied. He rushed to the fork and grabbed the reins of his horse: "Can you get out of the way, we are going to Haringos Castle." ”

"Report your origin first, and then I can decide whether to let you go. The centurion replied without humility or arrogance, and the standard-bearer behind him commanded the soldiers to form an array at the intersection, with the broad shields pressed tightly together, and the spears held flat, forming an airtight array of guns.

"You?!" the knight felt insulted, and was about to attack, but was stopped by a pair of large broad hands, and when he looked back, a middle-aged man of some age was riding to his side.

"I am Viscount Charles from Cowin, leading my knights to Harlingos to accept the invitation of Her Highness Helena, the blood of Pendragon. The old man's eyes were slight, and his voice was soft: "I don't know if you can accept this?"

The centurion didn't speak, just nodded and waved his hand behind him. The soldiers immediately parted from the middle, put their spears up, and stood on both sides of the road, waiting for the commander's orders.

"In Talboa, Caesar has ordered the reception room and food to be prepared, and you can go there with your people to rest and go to Haringos Castle the next day. ”

"Thank you so much for the generosity of this Caesar. The old man nodded, let the knights behind him continue to move forward, and looked at the Roman centurion with a calm face: "Such a long trip is indeed quite tiring!"

With that, the Viscount Charles left the little fork with his knights and headed for Talboa, not far away.

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"These proud Rooster-like Romans, they dare to block the path of the Charles family!" On the way, the knight who had just been blocked by the centurion looked at Viscount Charles beside him angrily: "Their helmets are also there, like a self-righteous big rooster!"

"Have you noticed such a small problem along the way? Viscount Charles asked the knight beside him without squinting: "How many roadblocks have these Roman soldiers set up?"

"I haven't counted, but there are about five or six—counting the one. The knight pouted, "What the hell are they doing? Is this some custom?"

"They're demonstrating. Viscount Charles frowned: "They are telling us how powerful the Liliang of Rome is, and it can even be fully defended." ”

Viscount Charles, whose territory is located on the Kwyn Bridge on the Kwyn River, understands one of the reasons why the other party does this better than others, because in the past, the princes of the Kwyn River were so wealthy that they could be so rich that they could even be compared to a duke like Salion when they set up a defensive line on the river and collect tolls from those merchants.

But it is precisely because of this that Viscount Charles knows best how difficult it is to maintain a line of defense for a long time - first of all, these soldiers will inevitably be out of production, unable to farm or work, and secondly, their living expenses are also a large expense, every day of maintenance is constantly spending, and there will be a lot of loss of taxes and food, if there is no considerable foundation, no one dares to do such a "luxury" move.

And now, this "Caesar of Rome" has set up roadblocks on the roads of all his territories, and all of them add up to at least tens of thousands of people! This is tantamount to telling all the lords who come to Haringos that Rome can mobilize tens of thousands of troops to wage war at any time, and those who think that they do not have this strength had better be honest.

Especially those soldiers just now, who were by no means the farmer who had just thrown down his hoe and ran to be drafted. They are cooperative, well-trained, and disciplined. If such an army wants to be supported, it will undoubtedly cost a lot of money to ensure their combat effectiveness.

If all the soldiers of the Luca guards can have such a standard, then wouldn't the Romans be able to mobilize tens of thousands of such soldiers at any time?! Viscount Charles shuddered, he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

But since these Roman liliang are so powerful, then they have to support Helena with all their might? In the northern hinterland, the orcs can't threaten them at all, and if the northern lords become weak after the southern battle, wouldn't it be more beneficial to them?

Viscount Charles was puzzled, he really couldn't see what interest the Romans had in supporting Helena, and he couldn't understand what their purpose was. As for the so-called argument that "only by uniting mankind can we defeat the orcs", Viscount Charles did not believe it, and the Romans had nothing to do with the Empire, so how could they think about the Empire? Just as the Duke of Alama of Marions never cared about the lives and deaths of the southerners, maybe when he got the news of the fall of the Empire, this Duke could laugh in his dreams!

"Remember, this trip to Haringos, whether or not Zuihou wants to be loyal to His Highness Helena, must not provoke the Romans. Viscount Charles decided to remind the reckless knight: "Our first purpose is to unite them, or rather...... Befriend them. ”

"Weishenme?" the knight was a little puzzled, "Are they already threatening the Kwyn River?"

"No, it's just some business, we need to do business with the Romans as well. Viscount Charles smashed his mouth and decided to give a more acceptable reason: "The Romans sold olives and glass very well on the eastern trade routes, and it is said that they also had business dealings with the Noldor elves, and we can also buy the fine silk fabrics of the Noldor elves from the Romans, which are of great value." ”

"Oh, rich Romans. The knight said with some pantothenic acid: "Don't worry, I will definitely order those lads not to cause trouble easily." ”

"Oh, by the way, sir. The knight suddenly asked, "Do you really want to swear allegiance to that princess, I mean the blood of Pendragon, Princess Helena?"

"What, do you have any objections?" Viscount Charles looked at him with a strange expression: "Can you find the second Pendragon descendant in the empire?"

"I've heard a lot of people have a lot of opinions about this. The knight whispered, "They don't think we should pay a ...... Princess allegiance, it's just weird!"

"Actually, we can also stand on our own, can we, too, the adults of the entire Kwyn River can become a new kingdom on their own, and then choose a king from among some of the adults. The knight said eloquently: "Your Highness may really be noble, but she doesn't even have a piece of territory, she doesn't even have more than two hundred knights, of course, they are all the best knights." But this still can't hide that she doesn't actually match her identity. ”

"I don't know where you heard this strange idea, but I want you to forget about it immediately!" Viscount Charles scolded sternly: "If Pendragon is not the real ruler, then it is illegal for us to have a back cover, anyone can attack us, and our alliance will fall apart because of each other's different views of imperial power, and without an alliance, the princes of the Kwyn River are nothing!"

"Remember this, as long as there is a living descendant of the Pendragon family on this shijie, whether male or female, the Charles family must owe allegiance to them and swear allegiance to the death. This is the most basic matter of principle, unless one day the Radiant Cross Excalibur returns to the world and the Emperor of Men appears. We are all the most loyal courtiers of the Pendragon family!"

(First of all, thank you for the reward of the cow who doesn't like to read (that must be the diligent cow) children's shoes, your support is my greatest encouragement.)

Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered that someone had been talking about this before, and I had to repeat it again: if I had written a book for money, this book would have been thrown away a long time ago. Writing it down is for a dream that I have been reluctant to give up, so I am very reluctant to reach out to readers to collect and reward, although everyone rewards us happily, but never forced.

Not much nonsense, I feel like there is a suspicion of making up the number of words)