Marcus looked at the desolate mountain scenery in front of him, the heavy city walls, the chaotic flags swaying in the air, the air conveyed coldness and solemnity, the heavy smell of blood made him tremble, and the liliang in his heart seemed to be surging unobediently.

yes, I remember, Marcus remembers, this is Savencro, Savencro. It's that battle.

The sound of the trumpet in turmoil came, and he seemed to be back to that day, standing at the front of the line, and he was the oldest soldier in the entire hundred-man team, except for the captain and the flag bearer, and he had to stand at the forefront and protect the younger brothers behind him—this was the honor, and it was the duty.

The orcs were so fast that they seemed to have the same pace as the horses, and even the stones, ballistas, and bows and arrows did not deter them, and Marcus knew that he was going to face a group of beasts that could survive without regard for life and death - no, more terrible than the beasts, but the Roman legions were definitely better than them!

Gaul, Britain, Germania, Carthage...... Each of the enemies conquered by Rome possessed a huge number, superb combat skills, and the courage to defend their homeland to the death, but one by one they fell at the feet of the legions, and the territory of Rome expanded little by little.

Liliang is strong but doesn't know the importance of discipline, morale is high but doesn't know what the purpose is, and courage is mighty but always three minutes hot. The mighty Roman legions were strong because fighting had become their job.

It was so dangerous that the speeding spear pierced Marcus's shield, and he almost stabbed himself in the arm! This crude spear could have such power -- even compared to many high-quality shields, the Roman shield could be regarded as a very thick shield -- three layers of wood and one layer of leather.

The image flickered in Marcus's vision, like a cutscene, and kept passing: the enemy attacked the wall, and the not spacious city became more crowded, and he struggled to block it, but he was still pushed aside. Marcus gritted his teeth, using all the lessons he had learned in his life, shielding his shield against the enemy's weapon, and then stabbed the tip of his sword into its body from the bottom up, stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and

The fight seemed to go on for a long time, and Marcus accidentally fell to the ground. Then, in his sight, the frightened-looking child behind him, the little young fellow, had been pierced through the neck by a sharp spear, and blood gurgled out—dark red, like the head of a thick soup, but it seemed thicker.

The brave flag bearer, the helmet was struck at once, and the beautiful silver helmet was cut and deformed, and red, white, and yellow burst out of the cracks in his head, and fell straight from the city wall.

And the centurion, who always boasted about his brother, rode the siege ladder, which Marcus watched with his own eyes, and watched with his eyes, fall under the city walls, in the army of the orcs, and then disappear completely............

"No ――――――!!!!!"

Marcus shouted with all his might, and when he opened his eyes, it was black all around, and he sat by the torches of the guard tower of the camp, leaning against his shield, and holding a heavy javelin in his hand, and the cold wind blew across his face, with a fresh coolness.

"It turned out to be ............ Dream, damn it, Mars bless. Marcus gasped for air, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, patted his face to refresh himself, and focused his attention on looking into the distance--standing guard at midnight, it was a felony to fall asleep. If you encounter an important battle, it is normal to hang yourself, and no one will think that it is too much, after all, it is related to the lives of all the brothers.

"The brothers who stand guard in the middle of the night will receive an extra bowl of broth. A plain and gentle voice came from the side, making people feel a kind of warmth in their hearts, especially when the other party was still holding a bowl of hot broth.

"Xiexie, thank you very much. After a few casual words, Marcus brought the soup bowl to him, and drank it in small sips without saying much, snoring and snoring, and the warm current slid down the esophagus from his throat into his stomach, nourishing his whole body, and Marcus felt that he was refreshed again.

Until he licked the meat foam from the bottom of the bowl, the veteran breathed a sigh of relief and gave a loud burp. At this time, Marcus thought of the person who brought him soup, and turned behind him with a grin: "That, this brother, is really too ...... Too...... It's so ............"

Marcus swallowed, his eyes staring straight at the young man in the purple cloak in front of him—smiling at his Theodore Julian, his Caesar.

"I'm so sorry I didn't know you were here, I wanted to say ...... I don't know...... "Marcus scrambled his babblings, remembered after a while, put the soup bowl on the ground, stood up straight and raised his right hand: "Legionnaire Marcus salutes you! Good evening, Caesar." ”

"Relax, the long night is still some distance away from the changing of the guard, don't get too tired. Theodore chuckled and slapped the other man's chest: "Okay, can you walk with me?"

"Of course, it's my pleasure...... If I can keep a vigil with you. Marcus nodded quickly.

"I know you, Marcus. Or should I say that all the brothers who participated in the battle of Severcro, I remember their names clearly. Killed in battle or ...... I was fortunate to participate in the triumph together. As he walked along the wall, Theodore said with emotion, "Of course, I remember your name so clearly for another reason, not just that. ”

"So, what did you remember because of Weishenme?" asked Marcus, who followed Theodore half a step behind, looking back and forth between Theodore and the wall with his head down.

"You did a great job in the last battle - you killed one with your own hands, you killed three with your comrades, and your hundred-man team even pushed a siege ladder, such a feat is really the envy of others, and it is extremely honorable. I believe that even if you get a centurion or instructor job directly, or join the Eagle Banner Centurion to receive a double salary, it will be enough. Theodore stopped, turned to look at him calmly: "What made you leave your hundred-man team and choose to join the First Auxiliary Wing as a flag officer? The First Legion lacks an experienced and accomplished veteran like you, and I hope that more people like you can do their best for Rome." ”

".................." Marcus was silent for a long time, bowing his head and not speaking. After a long while, he slowly raised his head, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I hope you can believe that I have always been loyal to Rome and the Legion, and I will never break my word, and I will fight to the end for her glory and pay with my life." ”

Of course, I'm convinced of that. Theodore nodded, his face solemn: "Every soldier, I have a deep belief in him, everyone, including you Marcus. ”

"Thank you for your trust, Caesar. Marcus twitched the corners of his mouth and nodded: "I'm not afraid of your jokes, I've spent all three days of vacation in the tavern." I drank a full twenty dinars of beer and didn't wake up until the third morning, and if I hadn't remembered to put my sword at the head of my bed, I would have been caught as a late!"

"Looks like I have to thank that sword, or I'd have lost a veteran. Theodore chuckled.

"I flinched, Caesar, I flinched. Marcus said calmly, "Because............ I winced, a young stick boy suffered what should have been my bearing, my flag bearer had his head cut off because I was orc, and as soon as I close my eyes now, I can see their expressions as they stand in front of me, I can see the battle, I ...... I feel endless repentance myself!"

"I was probably abandoned by the great Mars, a ...... like me Coward!" Marcus said in a low tone: "I am no longer fit to be on the front line, those young fighters full of fighting spirit make me feel small. The only thing I can do now is to instruct the sappers who don't need melee combat much...... It's the only thing I can do, and I hope it doesn't disappoint you, Caesar. ”

"If you know how to repent, Mars will not abandon you, and if you know shame, the goddess of victory will be with you. Theodore said calmly, "No one can be invincible forever, Marcus. But if you sink there, that's the real failure!"

"I won't interfere with your decision, but I'll keep waiting. Theodore said, "Wait for an old soldier named Marcus to return to his combat post, or, to really take up his immediate duties!"

"Caesar!!" a hurried voice came, and Valens hurried to the wall and handed Theodore a scroll, "We just got such a piece of information. ”

"A messenger from Salion has sent this letter and asks that it be delivered to you. Valence said in a deep voice, "He is now in the main tent, waiting for your reception!"

"The messenger of Salion?" Theodore quickly opened the scroll, leaning against the light dancing on the torches, squinting his eyes: "Oh...... Not very good news!"

"No, it should be said that ...... Good news. Theodore retorted to himself almost immediately: "Salion has promised to send troops, and the elite army of 6,000 men is already waiting for our arrival at Fort Kenne!"

"Fort Kenne?"

"It's the westernmost part of the road. Theodore looked into the distance and said with a complicated look in his eyes: "From there to the Forest of Silence, the army may not even have a day's journey. ”

"Gentlemen, we are already late. ”

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Note: The Roman military system - wherever the Roman army went, as long as it stopped on the road and there were no towns, it was necessary to build a temporary barracks according to the size of the army - including barracks, wooden walls, simple fortifications, watchtowers and other buildings. The barracks would be abandoned the next day. Therefore, when the army marches, it will also bring a lot of construction tools to build military camps. Work is generally carried out in the afternoon and finished by the evening.

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