Although it was a little bumpy, Theodore still led the Roman legions south. Unlike the previous expeditions, almost as soon as they left Caesarea, there were constantly "wandering knights" who appeared out of nowhere, wearing tattered but fairly clean burqa chain mail, carrying an "antique" knight's sword that had been used for an unknown number of years, claiming to be a descendant of the cousin and daughter-in-law of a certain nobleman, and so on, and swearing allegiance to Theodore - that proud tone, as if Theodore did not agree, it would be a very great loss.

At first, Theodore was quite enthusiastic about this matter, after all, there were nobles who were willing to take the initiative to defect instead of "deadlifting" themselves, indicating that they had begun to be recognized by the aristocratic class in the north, and it could be regarded as a haode beginning for the future.

But just as the strength of the recruited knights can basically only be guessed, the wandering knights who defected in this way may only be at the level of bandits alone, and they have no concept of phalanx tactics at all. The battle they have in their impression may be that each of the two groups of people will be the best to fight, and then the rest of the people will cheer for the two of them, and as long as they win, most of the troops on the other side's side will be scattered.

Therefore, in every era, there are individuals who are extremely out of touch with the times, either extremely backward or extremely advanced, and generally the fate of the latter is a little more pitiful than the former.

These rather self-righteous guys, Theodore divided the categories a little, and they were able to delegate to the Will's lieutenants of the Knights of the Dawn, and these people could be used as servant knights to follow the Knights of the Dawn to charge together. The rest of the guys were all stuffed into their own "knight chief" Shelgoyi - these people will definitely be useless as the main force, but if they are used as cannon fodder, Theodore is a little unbearable, anyway, they have no intention of letting themselves give fiefdoms and rewards, in addition to eating together, probably they want to use the war to recapture Severcro and increase their fame, right?

Theodore was pleased with the northerners' enthusiasm for war, and if he were too pessimistic, he would have struggled to organize enough liliang to fight against the orcs, but the problem was that they were too enthusiastic. It seems that the orcs are not taken seriously at all, thinking that the orcs only have the IQ of a pig and the courage of a cat, and the only value of existence is to let them show their brave demeanor.

Although, as far as Elendil said, the people of the north are much more simple than those of the south, and they have more potential for war, and they are hard-working. But like the Southerners, they had not experienced large-scale warfare. On the one hand, this is a good thing, and on the other hand, it means that they will not be able to withstand too many setbacks.

Now that he has the Radiant Cross, any defeat of his own will cause a chain reaction of the northerners - distrust of the Romans. Loss of confidence in victory, even outright despair.

In Aragorn's time, every war he fought with the Noldor elves would be a great inspiration. It doesn't matter if you lose, after all, the enemy is an elf who has oppressed humanity for so long, and it is normal for humans to defeat the battle in that era, as long as there is liliang, it is not a real defeat.

But Theodore did not have this condition, and he had to give it his all in every battle, because he had no right to lose - orcs were certainly not as good at talking as the Noldor elves.

This is a war to the death, this is a war without any emotion, and this is a war that can only be won. A war that must not be lost!

The allied barracks were set up next to a river south of Haringos, and the water supply was sufficient to ensure that the barracks were clean from disease or the like.

As expected at the beginning, all the lords were unsurprisingly late. The only wagons that arrived on time were the wagons carrying grain from the Kwyn River, sufficient to supply the army for at least a month.

"Two thousand rangers, one hundred fine horses, and three thousand healthy oxen. Theodore looked in amazement at the rather beautiful letters written on the scroll. But what really stunned him was the flurry of numbers: "These are the 'gifts' of the Duke of Allama, so what does he want?"

"In fact, these should not be called 'gifts'. My Caesar. The middle-aged diplomat touched his nose and said with a smile: "It should be 'dowry'!"

"Dowry?" said Elendil, who came over with a flask and poured wine for Theodore, "Is that the duke going to marry his daughter to our Caesar?

"Caesar, it is no secret that you and His Highness Helena are in charge of the Radiant Cross together. The diplomat smiled bitterly twice: "What that Duke Allama really wants is General Belisarius!"

"Poof!" Theodore's hand loosened, and a glass of wine was spilled all over his body, and even Elendil beside him suffered. But neither of them cared much about this now, and their stunned eyes blinked: "He agreed?!"

"General Belisarius will marry Arjuna, the youngest daughter of Duke Alama at the height of summer next year. The diplomat was also incredulous: "As long as everything goes well." ”

"Well......" Theodore was already speechless in shock, Caesarea's "popular lover" was getting married, whether this should be said to be a good thing or a bad thing: "I wish them happiness, I will definitely attend this wedding!"

"I believe General Belisarius will be flattered, my Caesar. The diplomat nodded: "I believe that they will live happily." ”

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The busy camp was crowded with soldiers, busy transporting supplies and erecting makeshift walls to pave the way for horse-drawn carriages to pass freely.

Ustan stood hesitantly outside a large tent with a hesitant expression, holding his helmet, waiting anxiously, his restless right hand on the hilt of his sword, his palms covered with sweat.

"Tribune Konstantin, Your Excellency the Commander of the Legion is waiting to meet you. A herald came out of the tent, gave a military salute to Ustan and said with a solemn face: "Please go in quickly!"

"Ah, I'll go in. Ustan quickly returned the salute with a slightly embarrassed smile on his face. Before he could walk in, the herald pressed his shoulder again and looked at Ustan helplessly: "I can probably guess what you want to say, but ...... This kind of thing. Don't get your hopes up too much. ”

"I can understand that. Ustan nodded and took a deep breath: "I've ...... Prepare for the worst. But still xiexie you, may Mars bless you. ”

"Let Venus (the goddess of love) protect me. The herald rolled his eyes: "Great goddess of love, please also give me a wife who is like a flower, even if it is only half beautiful as Ustin!"

Ustan ignored him, and turned and walked into the Legionnaire's tent, where Legion's gray-haired Legionnaire Pabrik was sitting behind his desk, looking through the writings of unknown people.

"Military tribune Ustan Konstantin has come to report to you. Ustan shouted: "Honorable Commander of the First Legion, His Excellency Claes Pabriuk!"

"My herald has already told me, and I don't need to repeat it. Pabriuk looked up. Bright eyes looked at Ulstein: "Say, Your Excellency the Military Tribune, do you have anything to report?"

"If I'm not mistaken, Legionnaire. Ulstein's face was a little unnatural: "As a military tribune, I have the power to nominate certain ...... Very wonderful people, join our legion. ”

Indeed, it is an unwritten tradition. Pabriuk nodded, acknowledging Ulstein's statement: "After all, the military tribune is also a member of an officer, and of course he has such power. ”

"So. I would like to recommend you a good archer... Instructor, this man's bow and arrow skills are at a very high level, and I used to be the captain of the auxiliary wing, so I still have this ability to judge. Ulstein's face became redder and redder: "The ability is excellent. And... The craftsmanship is unparalleled. ”

"Ah, I guess this must be a beautiful young lady, right?" Pabriuk looked at Ustan who was flushed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I have seen it with my own eyes, and even Leosis cannot do it with such difficulty." ”

"That ......"

"But. No, absolutely not. Pabriuk straightened his face and leaned back in his chair. The voice was as serious as if the god of the guilty was judged: "The Roman legions welcome all young lads who have shown themselves on the battlefield, but she is first and foremost a woman. Secondly, she is also a Noldor elf...... You know very well, Ulstein. What the First Legion meant to Caesar, any precedent that had not appeared must not have arisen until Caesar opened his mouth!"

"We are Caesar's pro-army, elite and symbolic, and the First Legion spends as much a year as the conscripted militia of more than 20,000 men!

"You're starting to get a human touch, Ulstein. It's a good thing, it seems that having a woman is still very meaningful to men. Of course, that also means more trouble, especially since your wife is still a Noldor elf. Pabrik walked over and patted Ustan on the back of the head affectionately, still with a serious expression on his face: "But don't forget, you are still a Roman soldier, and a promising one." After the famous family and the love of Caesar, don't delay your future, you have more opportunities to serve Rome and Caesar than we old things!"

"War is coming, are you ready to watch the triumphant return of the Roman legions, without your place in Ustan Constantine?!" (To be continued......

PS: First of all, although I am grateful to someone who is willing to vote for the update to encourage me, but I'm sorry that it really can't be faster, because there is no half-chapter manuscript now, and adding more will really kill me~

About this novel...... I can only say that although the story is still the story I thought of at the beginning, Kongkong's current thoughts are not the same as at the beginning, the story continues, Kongkong is gradually growing, and the bloody hero's dream and forehead have stopped, but Kongkong is trying to make this story a little more exciting~ More charm and connotation.

Well, I know that everyone won't actually look at it carefully, but someone has already discovered the foreshadowing and revealed plot I have laid, including Aragorn's true identity and the like~ There are a lot of things that I can't tell you directly, because that's too boring, super boring, empty is destined to write niche texts, not suitable for refreshment and self-satisfaction, Theodore is not destined to be the kind of super existential protagonist,

zuihou, begging for a reward for a monthly pass, the ranking has dropped a lot recently~