Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"Are you all right, Marcus?" she asked softly.

The middle-aged man was startled, surprise flashed across his face like a dead tree: "Do you remember my name?"

Martha was about to smile when the sergeant had already called her name.

"Martha Shamash!"

Martha stood up abruptly, and subconsciously called out, "Here!"

The adjutant was stunned by her childlike behavior, and there was a burst of laughter around her.

The black-skinned woman covered her face even more, and murmured: "I don't know her, I don't know her..."

"Miss Martha is really cute." The golden retriever smiled.

The middle-aged man Marcus nodded slightly in agreement.

Martha blushed instantly.

The sergeant coughed twice, and brought the topic back: "Martha, the Jewish province, because of a tavern brawl..."

There was another uproar.

"You were caught fighting in a tavern, are you a child?" the black-skinned woman couldn't help complaining.

Romanio: "That's cute."

The middle-aged man Marcus nodded.

The adjutant finally finished reading.

Martha breathed a sigh of relief, sat down quickly, and bent down: "Enough! It's not my fault!"

The adjutant read a few more people.

"Aya Hassan!"

The black-skinned woman stood up, with long legs and slender waist, compact and refined, her graceful figure directly disdainful the audience, and there was an exclamation behind her.

Then all kinds of eyes swept over her, she lightly shook her ponytail, narrowed her eyes, turned her gaze horizontally, a cold light shot out, full of murderous aura.

The unscrupulous eyesight instantly converged, and the audience fell silent.

She nodded in satisfaction, looked at the adjutant, raised her chin, and signaled to continue.

"Okay, so handsome..." Martha murmured to herself.

"Okay, it's so dangerous!" Only the handsome man with golden hair stroked his heart alone, sweating coldly.

He who was closest to the woman just now felt the strongest murderous aura.

"Aiya Hassan, the province of Egypt, a former Roman citizen, the crime is assault and wounding, theft of property and..."

The adjutant frowned: "...Assassinate nobles."

The audience fell silent.

......

Everyone finished reading.

The adjutant closed the document and scanned the crowd: "Most of you are heinous criminals, some of you will be sent to mines, farms and deep sea, and some of you will be crucified to death!"

Having said that, several eyes looked at the black-skinned woman.

Feeling being watched, Aya frowned slightly, snorted softly, and the feeling of being watched disappeared immediately.

"But here, the governor will give you a chance, a chance to wash away your sins!"

As soon as the words were finished, there was a commotion in the bustling crowd below.

The soldier on the side handed the adjutant an exquisite wooden box.

The adjutant opened the wooden box and took out two wooden boards inside: "These two documents, one can exempt you from the wanted status and become free citizens unimpeded in the empire, and the other can give you the authentication document of Roman citizenship."

The commotion got bigger, some people started booing, some people started roaring.

There is no doubt that if there are no soldiers around, these criminals will rush to snatch the two small boards at any time.

In this era, Roman citizens were considered superior to the rest of the empire.

With this status, it means that they have various privileges. They can not only be exempted from torture and death penalty, but also can be exempted from taxes, vote in politics, and even participate in elections, and become civil servants in the Senate.

among the crowd.The black-skinned woman looked at everyone with a look of sarcasm and disdain.

The middle-aged man looked up, then lowered his head again, a little sad.

Martha looked at everyone's reactions curiously.

Only the handsome blond guy was a little moved, but he glanced at the woman beside him and forcibly calmed down.

"quiet!"

The adjutant shouted: "When you complete the task, you will naturally get what you deserve, and not only that.

Those who make outstanding contributions will also receive property rewards distributed by the Governor himself! "

"Tch, deliberately only talk about the advantages, not the disadvantages, these Romans are bad."

Romanio said, turned his head to look at Martha, and blinked his right eye: "Miss Martha, don't be fooled!"

Martha was stunned: "Oh, oh, thank you."

And the middle-aged man who heard his last sentence, "The Romans are bad", bowed his head again and felt sad.

"Hey, I'm not talking about you, don't be so sensitive!" Romanio patted him on the shoulder.

The woman glanced at this side: "It seems that you are not simple."

"Thank you for the compliment!" The golden retriever laughed exaggeratedly.

"show off."

While chatting with each other here, the other side has already talked about the business.

"...Each of you will form a small team and send it to the rebel city to collect all available intelligence.

We will give all assistance before the mission, whether it is weapons and equipment or money and food, as long as it is not too much, we will be satisfied! said the adjutant loudly.

"Ah, this..." Martha froze when she heard this kind of mission.

"I knew it!" Aya sneered.

"Although your safety and life in the city cannot be guaranteed, we will still set up reception points in villages and towns not far outside the city.

Once you collect the information, report it immediately, and we will evaluate the information you gave to decide whether you will stay or not!

At the same time, each of you must regularly report to the receiving location to prevent escape! "

The adjutant said: "So don't try to escape in vain, even if you want to escape, once the reception point finds that you have not reported back regularly, then it will be assumed that you escape.

At that time, your portraits will be sent to the hands of each provincial governor. Not to mention being wanted, your family and friends will also be arrested!

And remember, the frontiers of empires are always wider than your feet! "

"Shameless!" the black-skinned woman cursed in a low voice.

"You don't really want to run away halfway, do you, Miss Aya?" Martha asked with her head tilted.

"Leave me alone!"

After the long-winded speech finally finished, everyone also had a general understanding of their upcoming fate.

In short, everyone was divided into groups and arranged to collect intelligence in cities controlled by the Celtics. It was not too difficult.

Except for those who were assigned to Winchester.

Martha noticed that other cities had more or less only one or two groups of people, and the tasks were assigned easily. Only Winchester City was assigned the most people.

Or......

Martha looked around.

The remaining 70.00% of the people were all sent to that city.

Winchester, as soon as the name was mentioned, the adjutant's expression became serious.

"After observation, I found that all of you are the elite of the elite, with outstanding skills and abilities, so the governor has also arranged special tasks for you."

The adjutant said seriously: "The city you are about to sneak into is extremely dangerous, so as long as you come back alive, no matter what information you hand over, you will be free."

After speaking, everyone realized the seriousness of the problem.

"You mean, even if I go in for a cutscene, you will give me those two boards?" Aya asked.

"That's right." The adjutant nodded.

Rarely did Romagno not laugh, but frowned.

Martha looked left and right, her small face tensed up: "So, what is the mission?"

"Same, gather intelligence, but there is one more item,"

The adjutant paused for a moment: "You need to find someone, just find it, you are not required to bring it back.

I will give you the portrait later, and after you read it and write it down, you must burn it in front of me, and you must never reveal it! "

"So serious?" Romanio couldn't help but said the handsome blond guy.

When the others heard the words, they all fell into an eerie silence.

And the adjutant was reading the precautions for entering the city word by word. When he said the last item, he raised his head and said each word with a heavy voice.

"...The last point, everyone must pay attention, be careful of the silver-haired man!"

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Chapter 142 Chapter 140 One is an Assassin with a Hidden Blade

In the big theater, there was a "pop".

"There are too many mosquitoes." Neos wiped the blood from the mosquitoes on his palm with his thumb, with a cruel expression on his face.