Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

There was a sudden knock on the door, especially harsh in this silence.

Nero asked loudly, "Who is it?"

Bruce's voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, I have something to report to you!"

Nero glanced at the poet helplessly, and after a long sigh, waved her to back off.

After finishing, he put on a thick robe and said absently, "Come in."

Bruce passed by the poet who was about to go out, snorted dissatisfiedly, and the poet trembled all over.

In his view, these artists were the culprits who seduced the emperor into his downfall.

Nero obviously heard the snort, but he didn't say anything. He sat down absent-mindedly and leaned back: "Are we finally going to leave?"

Bruce shook his head and said, "No, on the contrary, we need to stay for a few more days."

Nero closed his eyes, leaned back tactically, and sighed impatiently: "Three days later, three days later, three days later, three days later, it's almost ten days!"

"I ask the emperor to understand!"

Bruce pinched the hilt of his sword with a serious expression: "Because I received information in London that the Celtic tribes would attack us while we were marching,

Therefore, we must send out cavalry scouts to thoroughly investigate and make sure that there is no ambush ahead before we act! "

"Ah~~~~"

Nero growled uncomfortably, and now she only felt a nest of fleas on her back, which was extremely itchy: "So why should I come, can't I be like Claudius, after you finish fighting, I will start again Let's go to Rome!"

"This is the queen mother's request. She hopes that you can build a great cause yourself like Augustus and Caesar."

Bruce said: "Also, I don't think Your Majesty should call the late emperor that way."

"But Claudius wants me to call him that."

Nero laughed to himself.

"Also, as for being the same as Caesar, I'll just take you as a joke.

After all, everyone in Rome knew that their emperor was an artistic buffoon. "

"So this journey is very likely to change the views of the Senate and the public on you."

Bruce frowned: "Please His Majesty the Emperor to pay attention!"

"Ah, I see." Nero waved his hands impatiently.

"But don't worry, we'll get to the Thames by going a little further."

Bruce comforted: "When we take the water route, not only will the speed be much faster, but it will also not be bumpy."

Nero gave a heavy "tsk", closed his eyes, lay down on his body, waved his hands frantically, and shouted like a little lion.

"whatever!"

(Second update, sleepy, make up tomorrow)

Chapter 96 Chapter 95 The Trojan Horse

Dozens of piers line the banks of the Thames, and countless ships are moored in the port.

There was an endless stream of deep-water fishing boats and ocean-going merchant ships, and food from Gaul and Spain, as well as luxury goods from Italy, were continuously unloaded.

War will never stop the enthusiasm of businessmen. On the contrary, in the eyes of businessmen, this is even a huge business opportunity.

Paulinus inspected the wharf and caught a glimpse of a grain transport ship from Rome with a red background and a gold-rimmed battle flag hanging on the mast. There were more than a dozen long and narrow warships beside them, with high-rolled sails and iron rams gently slapping the water.

"This is just the first batch of food, and it will be delivered later." The adjutant flicked through the list behind Paulinus.

Paulinus frowned: "What about Bruce, according to the plan, he should have arrived with the food team."

"Master Bruce slowed down to prevent being attacked."

The adjutant said: "He let the food and grass go first, and the large troops followed."

"That's right." Paulinus fell silent after finishing.

"Is something wrong?" the adjutant realized.

"There's nothing wrong, just a sense of foreboding."

Paulinus shook his head with a gloomy face: "Bruce was too cautious and slowed down, causing the large troops and the supply troops to be out of touch."

"It's also impossible." The adjutant didn't care.

"I know, if it's just an ordinary opponent, I certainly wouldn't feel this way."

Paulinus squeezed the hilt of the sword at his waist, and calmed down a bit: "But if the opponent is that person..."

Anxiety grew stronger.

Paulinus turned his head sharply: "I remember you said before that you detected troops gathering nearby?"

"Yes, there are a lot of them, and they are hidden very deeply. It seems that they plan to ambush us and attack us." The adjutant nodded.

"Where did the information come from?" asked Paulinus.

"A caravan said that they accidentally passed the camp where they assembled..."

"A businessman again!"

Paulinus frowned: "Is it a coincidence that the two pieces of information came from the business circle first?"

"You suspect it's false information?"

The adjutant was puzzled: "But at least one piece of information is correct. There is really a troop gathering outside London, and it seems that they really plan to attack us."

"You don't understand." Paulinus waved his hand and shook his head.

I don't understand the feeling of being controlled by someone, as if someone inexplicably controls my actions...

The adjutant pondered for a moment, then asked: "So, since we know the location of that troop, are we going to attack?"

"No, Bruce's order is for us to stick to it and not to attack rashly..."

Paulinus was in the middle of speaking, but was interrupted by an exclamation from the shore.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time, only to see a burning ship approaching slowly, with a heavy creaking sound, thick smoke billowing, the mast collapsing, and finally hitting the pier heavily.

Some people cried, some screamed, and the workers at the dock put down their work and ran to put out the fire and save people.

"President, Your Excellency Governor!" The herald rushed over on horseback, holding wrinkled branches in his hands.

Paulinus' face changed suddenly: "What's wrong!"

"Down, there's news from the troops downstream... the troops transporting supplies, and the merchant ships have been attacked!"

The herald panted heavily and violently: "The burning ship crashed into the pier downstream...the river is blocked, and the river channel is blocked!"

The whole place was silent!

Paulinus stayed for a long time, and gritted his teeth: "Oops!"

He turned his head fiercely and glared at the adjutant: "Notify the legion to assemble and prepare for battle!"

The adjutant was stunned: "But, but you said just now that you would stick to it..."

"We were all deceived by those two pieces of information!

Do not!It should be more accurate to say that our attention is diverted to the safety of the city and the emperor,

But ignore the most important and most easily overlooked place! "

"What?" The adjutant was dumbfounded.

"Food teams and caravans!"

Paulinus growled: "The troops ambushing outside the city are just to contain us, so that it is difficult for us to send troops to meet the food team!"

At the same time, another piece of information about a sneak attack on the emperor's guard was to slow down the marching speed of the army so that the food transport troops could get out of touch with them.

This directly led to the fact that no one escorted the merchant ship or the food team! "

"And what's worse, this will completely cut off my connection with the downstream troops. What a good strategy!"

His eyes were burning like fire, his expression was like red-hot iron, and he roared with the force of tearing flesh: "I knew it, I knew it was him! Only he would use this method!"

"You mean, that druid did all of this?"

The adjutant couldn't imagine it: "So our movements are all controlled by him?"

"No! He can't control it!"

Paulinus said decisively: "Does he think an ambush army can contain me!"

The adjutant froze.

"His plan has the biggest loophole!"

Paulinus said coldly: "That is, if we send troops directly to repel the ambush, we can take advantage of the trend and go down the river.

In this way, not only can they meet the Imperial Guards, restore contact with the downstream troops, but also surround them! "

......

Lower Thames.

"I'm sorry, Epos, it's not my intention to reveal the location of your ambush. After all, only if you fight, can it be called..."

Nios stood at the bow of the boat, let the wind roll up his robe, pointed his middle finger and index finger side by side, and pointed forward.

"Two dogs fight, play off!"

As his words fell, the huge white sails lifted, and nearly ten merchant ships suddenly rose up, rushing towards the surrounding warships!

On the ship, the captain was about to give the order to meet the impact, but it was too late.

Huge force slammed into the hull of the ship, as if smashed by a giant hammer. The giant oars of the warship swung wildly like centipede's centipede, but it was of no avail.

The ship was pushed heavily towards the shore with a loud bang.

Then a sharp whistle sounded in the air.