Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

With the help of Renhe, the two legions have not joined forces yet, and they are not familiar with each other...

In the end, it caused the current situation!

Shouts and waves of blood spread, the night sky was full of noise, the cavalry swept past, and the infantry drew their swords and slashed furiously!

But the soldiers and generals on both sides didn't know that at this moment, they were their own people beating their own people.

At the same time, the Roman soldiers also realized that some archers were looking for someone who specialized in lighting the head to shoot, so no one dared to light the fire.

The armies of both sides can only march together in the dark, following the posture of others.

Nios led the cavalry to go around from the side, swimming without fighting, and waved his hand after seeing no one lit the fire for a long time.

The cavalry slowed down instantly, and the warrior pulled the reins, took advantage of the chaos, and fled at a gallop.

The cavalry led by Nios successfully evacuated.

The wind whistled in my ears.

The warriors who escaped with him all admired him, thinking that this lord is simply a god.

The Roman soldiers and generals were all controlled by him, so their own people beat their own people.

Nios didn't bother to explain to them, while riding his horse, he looked to the north worriedly.

That was where Fee was.

"This side has been successful, but I don't know how the situation over there..."

Chapter 104 Chapter [-] Shocking Change

At night, there are slight birdsong, and the stars are like chess.

The sound of horseshoes came from a distance, and the vigilant soldier's heart tightened, and he subconsciously drew his sword to look.

The rider in the same clothes galloped over and dismounted.

"The surrounding area has been scouted, and there is no trace of the enemy." The rider said.

The soldier let out a long sigh of relief: "Great, it's exactly what Master Bruce thought, the enemy should be led to the middle."

"But the danger cannot be ruled out. We'd better not rest and get to London as soon as possible."

The soldier had a bitter look on his face: "We also want to, it's just..."

Halfway through the conversation, the two looked behind at the same time.

"It's just that the emperor and his song and dance troupe have reached their limit." The rider continued.

After finishing speaking, the two looked at each other and let out a long sigh.

"The soup is cold, the meat is cold, are you trying to poison me to death!"

There was an overbearing shout, and the silver cup and wooden bowl fell on the ground, and the soup and food were scattered all over the floor.

The slaves knelt on the ground, lowered their heads and trembled, not daring to speak.

The musicians and poets who had a good chat with the emperor on weekdays also smiled awkwardly and looked at him embarrassingly.

Occasionally, several centurions and commanders frowned to persuade them.

"I am very sorry, Your Majesty the Emperor."

"With no certainty of the enemy's tracks, we really dare not start a fire and cook."

"I also ask His Majesty the Emperor to be patient for a while. When we arrive in London, everything will be fine."

Nero snorted coldly: "To London, to London, Bruce has said that since he left Rome, and now it's been so long, it's still the same sentence!"

"Master Bruce is all for the safety of the emperor." The soldier bowed his head.

"Come on, he's just afraid that my mother will blame me..."

Nero sneered and curled his lips: "Forget it, don't eat, I have no appetite!"

As she spoke, she stood up, kicked the wooden bowl on the ground, and pointed to the silent musicians beside her: "You guys, you are not allowed to rest tonight, so let me sing outside the tent.

I also sing to me when I fall asleep, until I wake up tomorrow morning and tell you to stop! "

"Yes Yes......"

After all, Nero stood up and took two steps when the soles of his feet suddenly felt sticky. When he looked down, he found that he was stepping on a lump of solidified grease. The robe walked quickly back to the big tent.

......

It was late at night, and hoarse singing still rang out outside the tent, accompanied by intermittent piano sounds, like a dying song.

Nero lay sideways on the narrow bed, grinned his teeth and listened for a moment, then turned to look at the poet beside him with a subtle smile, and waved impatiently: "Shut them up!"

The poet squinted and nodded: "Yes, the emperor."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the tent, and after a while, the voice of "it's finally over" came from outside, and the sound of the piano and singing disappeared.

There are only flickering lights in the tent, and the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Nero looked up at the top of the tent and sighed faintly.

She hates this foggy island, which has no fine food, loud music, grand buildings, or even dry gravel roads.

Every day, I either walk up and down the muddy path, slapping the flying insects that land on my arms, or screaming in fright when my cheeks are entangled in spider webs.

There seems to be no end to wandering in this barbaric and barren land.

And all of this was arranged by the woman who claimed to be her mother, Agrippina.

And as long as it was her arrangement, Nero would never dare to disobey him in his life, even if it was something like becoming an emperor...

"But in this kind of place, being able to get out of her control for a short time is the only benefit."

Nero sighed and couldn't help laughing at himself: "The only joy in my life is to get the most painful thing from the person I hate the most."

After finishing speaking, her eyes flashed, she turned over and sat up, buried her head in the dark yellow scroll, picked up a pen and recorded this sentence.

Just when the poet entered the account, seeing this scene, he couldn't help laughing: "Has your Majesty inspired again?"

"Well, take a look at the poem that came to mind by accident." Nero nodded and handed over the paper.

The poet smiled, took the scroll, glanced at it and put it down, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, just like I said, Your Majesty is talented and intelligent."

Nero was overjoyed: "Yes, maybe I can use this sentence in my plays or epics in the future."

The disdain in the poet's eyes flashed away, and then he pulled a smile and narrowed his eyes: "Oh, then I'm really looking forward to it."

"Hey, not only you have to look forward to it, but all the people of Rome will look forward to it. After all, Yu is the greatest artist in this world!" Nero raised his delicate chin.

"I've never doubted that." The poet said seriously.

Nero froze for a moment, looked at him: "You... really think so?"

"Of course!" The poet nodded without hesitation.

The corners of Nero's mouth could not help but curl up, he blinked and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

She smiled, lowered her head in embarrassment, and said softly: "Klaus, besides Akti, you are the person I have met who understands me best."

The poet managed to smile and suppressed his excitement: "I am flattered!"

"I really don't know how I would get through this wild place without you." Nero sighed.

"I am willing to stay by His Majesty's side forever and never leave!" The poet struck while the iron was hot, stepped forward and knelt down on one knee.

Nero stared at him: "Really?"

The poet looked loyal: "I swear by my life!"

Looking at his handsome eyebrows and eyes full of vicissitudes, his heart beat violently.

Nero pursed his lips, looked down at him, and was silent for a long time: "Klaus, can I trust you?"

"Of course!"

Nero took a deep breath: "Then, come here, I will tell you a secret, a secret that only my closest people know..."

The frenzy on the poet's face was almost uncontrollable, and he realized that he was about to meet an unimaginable fate.

Since being recommended by a friend at the beginning, I have successfully won the emperor's favor by relying on flattery and knowledge accumulated at a young age.

Thanks to the fact that the Roman emperor was an art lover but had little experience, he was able to gain the emperor's trust step by step from far to near.

And for all this, he even abandoned everything, and followed the emperor to this remote island, enduring the wind and the sun...

Now, he realizes his troubles are coming to an end.

"I am willing to share the heaviness of burying this secret for Your Majesty, and I am willing to protect it with my life." The poet said in a deep voice.

Nero was greatly moved, touched his chest, remained silent for a moment, and said, "Actually, I am a..."

"His Majesty!"

The curtain was lifted abruptly, and soldiers in armor rushed in.

"Your Majesty, come with me! The Celts have found us!"

"what!"

Nero and the poet spoke in unison, and they stood up at the same time.

Then they heard screams from outside the tent, and the violent and sharp roar quickly approached.

There are legends that the battle cry of Celtic warriors has magical powers, which can tear people's souls apart and make people look dull, so they can only stand in place and suffer death.

At this moment, Nero had no doubt that this was the howling of those Celtic warriors.

"How come! Shouldn't they go to Bruce!" Nero yelled in horror.

"I don't know, maybe the Celts ambushed soldiers and horses on every road!"

As the soldier said, he stepped forward and grabbed Nero's wrist: "There is no time to explain, come with me first, we must hurry up and get out of here."

Nero followed suit, and the poet hesitated for a few seconds before stepping up to follow.

When the three of them walked out of the tent, they saw the flames on the top of the mountain, the sound of horses' hoofs, and screams all around, which shocked people's hearts.

"Are they coming for me?" Nero let the soldiers pull and asked, staring.