Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Chapter 155 Chapter 150 Four Trusted and Untrusted

The school grounds were full of wind and sand, and the red flags were flying. The troops who had just inspected in the morning gathered here, forming a square formation, with spears and halberds like forests.

Dust got into the eyes, and the warriors squinted and tried to look up.

On the spotting platform built by Shenmu, the queen with red hair and white clothes stood alone on the top of the platform with a long sword at her waist, waiting quietly.

After a long time, a horn sounded in the distance, and a large flag was hoisted on the tallest building in the city.

Looking at the flag, Boudica breathed a sigh of relief, and lowered his hands from the sword hilt at his waist, his palms were already wet.

Under the stage, Turner turned his head, with a glimmer of joy in his eyes: "The red flag is raised, which means that Lord Neos has succeeded!"

Boudica nodded and waved his hand: "Notify the warriors, disband and go home!"

After all, he stepped off the stage quickly, jumped on his horse, and left quickly.

The cheers of the disbanding of the samurai sounded from behind.

"Great, no need to fight!"

It can be seen from this that even they are not very willing to point the butcher knife at their own people.

Boudica tugged at the rein with a complex expression, and couldn't help but think of a few days ago.

......

"You want me to lead troops to encircle and suppress those tribal leaders?" Boudica's face was serious and his brows were frowned.

Nios sat opposite, his eyes closed slightly, motionless as a mountain.

For a long time, he said in a low voice: "I didn't allow the siege, I just hope that Her Lady Queen will be ready after the military parade is over."

"What preparation?" Boudica wondered.

Neos hesitated for a moment: "It is common sense to prepare for war while conducting diplomatic peace talks."

"Go to war?"

Boudica was even more puzzled: "Is this really all right? They didn't come to rob our city this time, nor were they Romans. They have no enmity with us..."

"It's not without injustice or enmity."

Nios shook his head and interrupted: "If you want to unify Britain, one day these tribal leaders and nobles will become a stumbling block on the road to unification."

Boudica fell silent.

And Nios was not in a hurry to elaborate, he picked up the wine glass flatly, and began to drink by himself.

After a while, Boudica raised his head slightly, with a complicated expression on his face: "Really, do you want to do that?"

"Instead of waiting for them to react, we can't help eradicating them now." Nios waved the knife in his hand, ruthlessly.

Boudica was uncertain: "But..."

Neos spoke earnestly and looked directly at the queen: "And for the establishment of a country, if you rely too much on local powerful nobles, you can certainly speed up the process of unification.

But once it is agreed, after the founding of the country, a large amount of land must be distributed to these tribal leaders and noble leaders. "

Boudica pursed her lips: "Is there anything wrong with this? Wasn't Britain the same way back then? After everything is over, we can stay in this city or return to Boudica?"

"History cannot be reversed, Your Lady Queen,"

Nios sighed: "Rome has set a precedent for unification. With an example, future generations will no longer be satisfied with sticking to one place."

He paused: "Besides, if you take care of them, who will take care of you?"

Boudica was taken aback.

"So don't make the same mistake as before, Your Lady Queen." Neos looked at her deeply.

Listening to his advice, Boudica sighed, "I see."

"Thank you Queen for your trust." Nios bowed his hands.

"Didn't I trust you all the time, and besides..."

Boudica smirked, and shook his head: "Actually, you can make up a long sentence to scare me away as before."

Neos put down his hands, smiled without saying a word.

Boudica lowered his head and hesitated for a moment: "Or, you can also lead the troops yourself..."

Neos shook his head: "Within the royal city, no subject except the king is allowed to command troops."

Boudica was taken aback, looked up, looked into his eyes, couldn't help laughing, and said something.

"Thanks."

This time it was Neos' turn to be dazed.

"Thanks for what?"

"Thank you for trusting me, too."

......

Thoughts retracted.

In the room, Nios suddenly stopped writing and looked sideways at the night sky.

The branches sway under the moon, the evening breeze is cool, and there is a faint singing in the distance.

Nios listened carefully. It was a change of tone from the battle song this morning. It was sung by a female voice. It was less bold and rough and more heroic.

No need to guess who it is.

The proud smile of a certain golden retriever came to mind.

So involuntarily, Nios put down his pen, sighed softly, got up and went out.

Under the night, there are a few torches in the distance, and the warriors watching the night are catching thieves.

The leaves above the head were as black as ink, and the wind was blowing the leaves, rattling.

Neos went to the tree and saw the blond girl singing under the moon, lonely.

The girl's delicate chin was raised lightly, her neck was as long as jade, her slender fingertips caressed her chest, and her red lips parted slightly as her chest and abdomen rose and fell.

A funeral song overflowed, making people inexplicably melancholy.

The surroundings are quiet, the bright moon shines on the fireflies, the stars stay for it, and the wind becomes gentle.

Neos approached silently, looked at the girl's back, and suddenly understood her loneliness.

Why are you lonely, aren't you the emperor?

Nios thought, but didn't ask, he didn't want to break the tranquility.

Finally, a song was sung.

He said: "Actually, the art I want you to see is not this."

"what!!!"

The girl screamed, jumped up like a rabbit, turned around suddenly, and slapped her hand.

Such a reaction was unexpected.

Neos raised his eyebrows, stepped back, slapped the girl's hand with his left hand, and then thrust out his right hand swiftly.

Snapped!

a snap of the fingers.

"Ow!"

Nero covered his forehead and knelt down, with tears in his eyes, he raised his head: "You must be sick!"

"It's okay to come over quietly and scare me, why are you beating me up!"

Neos was a little embarrassed, and looked away: "It's just an instinctive reaction."

"hiss!"

Nero rubbed his forehead vigorously, jumped up, took two steps forward, raised his head, and glared at him angrily.

The softness was almost against him, and Nios backed away calmly.

Nero stepped forward again.

Step back, then move forward.

Neos sighed and pressed her shoulder: "What do you want?"

"Apologize!"

Nero grinned, showing two canine teeth, and pointed to the red area in the middle of his forehead: "I'm waiting for your apology, bastard!"

Neos twitched the corner of his mouth, and a helpless flash of brows flashed across his brows: "Sorry."

Nero let out a "tsk", and walked away clutching his forehead, and then said, "How can there be a man who hits girls so hard!"

"I heard someone singing, come and have a look." Neos explained.

"Ah, I see, so you are happy!" Nero pouted.

"What are you happy about?" Neos wondered.

"That competition, competition!"

Nero gritted his teeth angrily: "You must hear me admit defeat, right?"

"?"

Nero turned his head and waved his hands disdainfully: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Neos was speechless.

"Yu admits that you won. The song you wrote is really good, and even the greatest artist has to admire it!" Nero clasped his hands, raised his head, and smiled proudly.

"No, that's not the song I wrote," Neos said truthfully.

"Well, but you're still a long way off..."

The girl smiled stiffly for two seconds and turned her head.