Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

The night is already deep.

Looking down from the towering thick walls, the whole city looks like a sleeping giant.

No one moved in the streets and alleys, and groups of soldiers lit torches and marched around the city wall.

The night wind was cool, and the man in bronze armor was watching from the top of the city. The wind picked up his red cloak and fluttered it gently.

Footsteps came from behind, Paulinus leaned on his helmet and bowed slightly behind the man in armor.

"Are they gone?" the armored man asked casually.

"Well, I sent the team out of the city myself." Paulinus' answer was also casual.

After finalizing a series of covenants during the day, Nios immediately took out a lot of documents, requiring both parties to sign at the same time, and held a small ceremony to show the sincerity of Rome.

After the signing ceremony, Bruce asked Paulinus to escort him out of the city, which can be said to have given him enough face.

Now the people have been sent away, along with the merchants and many craftsmen in the city.

Paulinus was really dissatisfied with this behavior of supporting the enemy, but now he has no military power and can only remain silent.

"Are you blaming me, Paulinus?" Bruce asked without emotion.

Paulinus curled his lips mockingly: "How dare you."

After a long silence, Bruce turned around, looked directly at the veteran under the copper helmet, and said solemnly: "Then, do you think that Neos, the so-called Celtic god, his words are credible?"

Paulinus was expressionless: "Whether it is credible is your judgment, I can't control it"

Bruce sneered: "It means it's not credible, so why do you still need to vouch for him?"

Paulinus was silent for a moment: "Because of my own position, I actually didn't mean that."

It doesn't mean that...

Bruce pondered the words, his eyes narrowed.

What Paulinus said may mean that there is no meaning of "Nios' statement is not credible", or it may mean that there is no "guarantee for him".

This is very interesting.

Bruce raised the corners of his mouth and turned back to look down the city.

After a long time, he said quietly: "Paulinus, you know that I have served as the commander of the Imperial Guard under the Empress Dowager for more than ten years."

Under the body......

Paulinus thought about it for a moment, but remained silent.

"Every day, I watch all kinds of wars going on in that city, dirty and disgusting..."

Paulinus frowned and remained silent.

He doesn't know why Bruce says this at a time like this.

Bruce sneered: "Yes, you heard it right, war, just like the border provinces you are stationed in, the center of the empire is also at war all day long."

"The senators and the emperor, the emperor and the queen, the queen and the nobles, the nobles and the church...

Everyone is in the center of imperial power, fighting for power and fighting for interests,

And the form of war is nothing more than marriage, standing in line, job assignment, army management...every hour, every day and every night. "

Bruce sighed for a long time: "And I have been pulled into the whirlpool for a long time."

"It seems that I was lucky to be able to stay away from that place," Paulinus said.

"Yeah, so what I'm actually trying to say is, "

Bruce nodded, and turned to glance at Paulinus: "As an old player of the Game of Thrones, I haven't learned much else, but I still understand a few basic rules."

Paulinus looked at him without speaking.

"That is, don't believe anything anyone says, even your own people." Bruce said in a deep voice.

Paulinus raised an eyebrow: "So?"

"So, I actually didn't believe a single word of the so-called Neos' remarks."

Bruce Smile Forest: "And this also includes your so-called guarantee."

Paulinus shuddered.

"Of course, if it's about marching and fighting, I might not be as good as you, but if it's about politics... You know, I'm a commander supported by the current empress dowager,"

Bruce shrugged: "Compared to that woman, the little gods of the barbarians are still far behind."

"But why do you..." Paulinus wondered.

"Why did you agree to that person's conditions?"

"Yes." Paulinus nodded.

"That's common sense, Paulinus."

Bruce smiled: "Accepting the other party's conditions is just to let the other party relax. Whether you want to give conditions depends on what happens next."

"You mean, the support given is fake?" Paulinus thought.

"No, no, of course it's true."

Bruce shook his head with a smile: "But I didn't say that, I only support Naboudica and his gang!"

Paulinus flashed surprise: "Are you planning to even support Gatus?"

"Hmm~"

"But in case the emperor..."

Bruce shook his fingers: "It doesn't matter who the emperor is in. The important thing is that as long as there is a civil war between them, we don't want to intervene. The emperor is safe instead."

"Because when they finish fighting, they must ensure the emperor's safety and come to seek Rome's asylum." Paulinus murmured.

"Yes, the emperor is a bargaining chip for the Roman legion, but for the Celtic tribe, it is nothing." Bruce nodded.

Paulinus bowed his head in silence, secretly startled.

Chips, this person directly regards the symbol of the empire as a tool...

Like, the Queen Mother.

"However, since there is a plan, then of course there must be a backup."

Bruce waved his finger to the distance, which is where Neos left: "That's where I want you to temporarily form a team."

"A group of teams?" Paulinus froze.

"Well, a group of teams performing special missions." Bruce nodded solemnly.

"You want to secretly rescue the emperor?"

"Yes, but it cannot be recognized as a Roman army, so experts from all over the world must be called,

To have various skills, be able to find the emperor secretly and quickly, and rescue him. said Bruce, turning around.

Paulinus thought for a while, and remembered the girl assassin who flashed before him, swift as the wind, killing people invisible.

"I probably know what type you are looking for..."

"Just know, you don't need to tell me, after all, this is your last chance to prove your loyalty to Rome." Bruce nodded, turned around abruptly, and walked down the city wall along the steps.

Paulinus was silent for a long time, then bowed and said, "Deling,"

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Chapter 114 Chapter 110 Chapter Three

The spring rain is continuous and the mist is thin. The sunshine on this island has never been so stingy.

The horse bell rang, and the horse carrying four boxes panted heavily, stamped its hooves, and stepped into the mud with one foot.

Suddenly there was a crisp sound, the rope on the horse snapped, and the four boxes fell on the mud floor, splashing mud.

The box was bumped open, volumes of books fell to the ground, and the pages were stained with mud.

The groom turned a blind eye and slapped the horse hard with a whip. The pack horse whimpered, intending to move on.

Snapped!

A hand suddenly pinned the horse's head, without exerting any force, but strangely stopped the pack horse from moving forward.

The groom glanced at the silver-haired man in front of him, with a frightened look on his face, and rolled off the horse.

"Big, my lord..."

The hundred-man horse team stopped, and all the warriors and coachmen focused their attention on it.

"Hush." ​​Neos raised his index finger and shook his head.

The panic caused by the falling of the goods just dissipated instantly, and the whole team became orderly again. No one dared to drive the horses at this time.

Nios didn't speak, simply reached out and grabbed the rein, and led the horse in front of him to the side of the road.

A few warriors beside him got off their horses in a timely manner and carried away the wooden box that fell on the ground.

Nios stabilized the horse, came back and squatted down, picked up a few volumes and scrolls, wiped them with his hands a few times, then lowered his head and waved his arms.

"Go first."

It was as if some kind of switch was pressed, and the ding-dong sounded, and the whole convoy started to move again, heading down the avenue.

The groom stood by the side of the road, not daring to speak, while three or four warriors gathered together, raised the wooden box with low growls, and planned to tie the box to the horse.

Nios put the book into the box, turned his head to look, and saw an endless stream of people in his eyes.

Young and old, riding a horse or walking, their identities are mostly carpenters, blacksmiths, stonemasons, orators, jurists, bards...

These are the talents that Nios promised to pay a high price to bring.

After looking at it for a long time, Neos sighed leisurely.

"I just don't know when we will be able to cultivate talents belonging to Britain..."

Although Essini only occupies one city now, Nios has to think about a hundred years later.