The sky was overcast, and a colorful camp stood in the middle of the wilderness, next to a road leading to Larria. A slender flagpole stood in the middle of the camp, and a flag with a white axe on a black background marked their identity and origin.

Not far from this flag, there are several flags of different colors and symbols hanging on the flagpole one after another, chaotic, but they look very imposing.

Although it was a camp, it did not even have a protective horse or fence, and a succession of tents and wagons formed its "wall", and from a distance, you could see the figures moving rapidly between the narrow tents, and they seemed very busy - obviously, these people did not intend to stay here for too long.

On the hillside not far away, Theodore rode Weber, calmly watching the crowded marching camp below, his left hand gently holding the saber at his waist, and not saying a word.

Behind him were the soldiers who had been ready for a long time, lined up in a neat phalanx, holding shields and carrying heavy javelins characteristic of Rome on their shoulders. The Knights of Dawn tightened their grip on the reins of their horses, controlling their restless horses on the left flank of the formation, waiting for the order to attack.

"These are the armies that are preparing to attack Laria, and they seem to have chosen a 'new duke'. Terenus rode up on his own warhorse, his face complicated: "But there are less than four thousand people in Weishenme?"

"Because they know that the Duke of Elfwan is no longer in Laria. The castle was leaderless, and it was difficult to organize any effective resistance in such a situation. Theodore sighed slightly: "They are quite confident. ”

"Ludwig. Terenus subconsciously pronounced the name, and his face became more complicated: "This vicious guy, did he already think of this idea when Duke Bran arrived in Harlingos?"

"Turtles that are shrunk in their shells are difficult to deal with, but if they come out, they can be caught in one go. Theodore nodded: "It seems that even if we don't come, Laria does have a way to clean them up on her own." ”

"Have a messenger be sent to tell the Duke of Salion and the Duke of Mithme. Don't send troops anymore. Theodore said to Valence behind him, "There's no need to do that anymore. ”

With that, Valence rode away on horseback. Theodore gently drew his saber from his waist, raised it above his head, and swung it forward. The herald beside him immediately turned around and shouted behind him: "Legion--, attack-!!!"

The flag-bearers who had received the order pointed the flag forward, and the soldiers trotted forward in rows and columns, converging on the top of the hill and pouring out of the enemy camp like a tidal wave!

Adjutant Will held aloft the Radiant Cross banner and rushed to the front of the knights. The Knights of the Dawn, rushing down the hillside, became the spearhead of the army. Stab at the unprepared rebels.

"For Pendragon, for Julian!" Will roared, the banner in his hand hunting in the air: "Radiant Cross-!!!"

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The battle ended after only half an hour. The unprepared camp was "cut in half" by the Knights of the Dawn, showing Theodore what a "horse battalion" is, a surprise attack, and the attacked "united army" did not even organize a decent defense, and there was no need for the infantry to charge, and the soldiers who fled in terror could destroy themselves.

For the first time, Theodore saw what would happen if he didn't build a fort on the march. Once they were attacked by cavalry, the soldiers in a resting state were in a state of disarray, and it was difficult to organize resistance in time.

It's not just about building barracks. The Roman legions had a lot of rules that seemed particularly rigid and redundant at first glance, but when you think about it, almost all of them were bloody lessons.

The Roman legions were little more than a conscription army of citizens similar to the Greeks. All of them were conscripts, and the quality of the soldiers was high and low, and the level of equipment was far inferior to that of the wealthy Greek city-states. The reason why the Romans were able to grow from a small fishing village on the banks of the Tiber River to the sole overlord of Shijie in the Mediterranean. What she's good at. It is to sum up experience from the enemy and accumulate dogma from one defeat after another.

"Bury all the bodies and clean up all the rubble for me. With a serious expression, Ustan commanded the soldiers to clean up the battlefield. Impatiently, he untied the colored cloak that was in the way behind him, and inserted the sword back into the scabbard covered in blood: "Carry the wounded to the back for treatment, if there are wounded." ”

"Are you still commanding the soldiers yourself, Chief Konstantin. Marcus, the veteran of the flag-bearer under Urstein, came over with a smile, stood beside him and asked, "A brilliant victory." ”

"It's not a fight at all. Urstein stiffened his face and said, "We just woke up a smug rabbit and told it to be obedient." ”

"You're right, these guys aren't even thieves. Marcus nodded in agreement: "It won't be long before Caesar will become the sole ruler of the north." ”

"Perhaps this question is a bit abrupt, Sir Konstantin. Marcus turned his head slightly, his eyes a little complicated: "Do you think Caesar, he will be willing to rule the north with the Senate? After all, those lords are only loyal to him, not to Rome." ”

"Haringus and Talboa are also loyal to Caesar, isn't it now a Roman domain but Caesar's manor?" Ustan asked angrily, and then stopped the other party's rebuttal: "We are soldiers, and the only duty of a soldier is to obey orders." Remember this, and you will always be loyal to Rome. ”

After saying that, Ustan picked up his cloak and walked towards the distance not far away, and the helpless veteran Marcus could only salute his "little commander" with a Roman military salute to show respect.

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"Twenty-five minor injuries, eight serious injuries. Another knight was removed from his horse by the enemy, but fortunately he did not lose his life. On the edge of the battlefield, Paulus, the eagle-bearer of the First Legion, loudly reported the casualties to Theodore, and the elderly general spoke in a somewhat sullen voice: "An easy battle!"

"Remember to take good care of the prisoners of war, as they will become roving robbers if they escape. Theodore nodded: "We are still well supplied, take them with us and march to Laria." ”

"True to you, Lord Julian. Terenus walked over slowly, looking a little tired: "In one go, almost all the rebel lords have been caught. ”

"Some of them want to talk to you and ask you to treat them as they are. Terenus said in a slightly mocking tone, "And rebuke you for your rash rebellion." ”

"I don't want their lives to be treated the most, Rome is not in the habit of courteous to the enemy. Theodore pouted: "Put them under house arrest, and when the time comes, give them to the Duke of Elfwan, and let him decide." ”

"I'm sure Duke Bran will thank you for this 'great gift'. Terenus smiled and said, "Where are we going next?" Laria, or go back the way you came?"

"Larria. Theodore whispered, "I'm going to hand them over to the Duke of Elfwan in person—I don't know, but I always feel like I've been tricked!"

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On the ice fields of the northern kingdom, Aaron galloped excitedly, followed by Knight Captain Jorah and a few cronies who came out together. Not far on the horizon, a black tip rises slightly—the tallest tower of Mistermai Castle, from above you can see the mirror-like Lake Valen.

"I wondered if my father would actually beat me, he used to beat me a lot when I was a kid. Aaron smiled wryly and looked at the tower in the distance: "I haven't been beaten for a long time, and I'm really scared." ”

"Then hurry up and grow into a real Brennus, my young master Aaron. Jorah looked at him with a smile and said, "Be a good Duke of Mithmael, like your father." ”

"I don't like managing the messy scrolls and the nagging of the scholars - even though they do help me. Aaron sighed helplessly and said in a hopeful tone: "Hunting, jousting or horse racing, this is what I love, and the battlefield is where I prove myself." ”

"Maybe that's a way to prove yourself, and being a good knight is enough to show off to others. Jorah curled the corners of her mouth: "But the title of Duke of Mistermai is not just for show-off, it is a responsibility. ”

"You're right. Aaron listened honestly. Although it is not clear that Weishenme, the chief knight, is so favored by his father, after all, the other party is also one of the knights with the highest prestige in Mistermai, even if it is a harsh lesson, as a junior, he can only listen obediently - before becoming the Duke of Misterme.

"Lord Aaron. A knight approached and pointed straight ahead and motioned to Aaron, "A cavalry has come from the castle." ”

"Cavalry?" Following the direction of the knight, Aaron squinted his eyes and saw a cavalryman in a gray robe galloping on horseback, holding a white horn in his hand.

"It's the herald of the castle. Jorah looked at Aaron and said, "I think I'm here to deliver my life." ”

"Lord Aaron Brennus!" the herald did not even breathe, and he stopped his steed, and cried out with a loud voice, "Return to the castle of Mithmeer!"

"Lord Duke, he ......" the herald's voice trembled, "It's in danger!" (to be continued......