Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

The captain thought for a while, then immediately raised his head and asked, "Then, my lord, are you willing to escape with us?"

"I?"

Nios raised his eyebrows: "Sorry, I don't intend to hide the news like those nobles, and then leave the civilians and leave by myself."

The boss looked admiring.

"But..." The captain wanted to persuade again.

Nios waved his hand: "Don't worry, I have the means to protect myself, those Celtics won't do anything to me."

Although he said so, he had already concluded that if Paulinus wanted to rescue London, he could only bring Fario and use his influence among the Celts to persuade the rebels to surrender.

At that time, he can be rescued, and as Fario, he can also persuade the Celtic army not to slaughter and plunder in the city.

Thinking of this, the village he passed by that day suddenly appeared in his mind, with crows flying everywhere, corpses everywhere, and at the same time, the two girls hiding in the cave, one dead and the other alive.

In a trance, Nios vaguely felt that he had seen such a scene before. The army captured the city, slaughtered the city and looted the land, robbed countless wealth, and captured tens of thousands of Han women. , the long water stopped flowing...

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Anya opened the curtain of the tent a little, and looked at the direction of the setting sun in the west through the gap.

The setting sun coated Yunxia with reddish gold, like a burning sea, and the blue-red clouds were rolling, as gorgeous as her hair.

Beside her, lay a girl with the same red hair as Anya, her eyes were lightly closed, and her breathing was so slight that it seemed to not exist.

This is Ania's younger sister. Since the Roman soldiers dragged the sister into the forest that day, the younger sister has never woken up again, or it can be said that she never wants to wake up again.

After all, reality is more like a nightmare than a dream.

Boudica was wrapped in a cloak, and suddenly opened the curtain and came in.

Anya jumped in fright, and the rabbit shrank back as if frightened.

Boudica grabbed her little hand: "Don't worry, it's me."

The mother and daughter have the same fiery red long hair, which is curled and loose at the back. The difference is that Boudica's hair color is closer to blood than her daughter's.

"How do you feel, is it still hurting, is everything okay?" Boudica said as he checked the girl's body up and down.

She clearly has the expression and demeanor of a good mother, but the smell of gunpowder on her body and the short sword slung around her waist make this scene full of contradictions.

Anya glanced at her sleeping sister and shook her head obediently: "I'm fine."

Boudica glanced at the other daughter, and her heart ached sharply. She stared blankly at the fragile little face, biting her lips tightly, and emotions between anger and sadness flowed from the depths of her heart.

It's all my own fault, all this is my own fault!

Neither did they protect the land left by their husbands, nor did they protect their daughters!

She wished she could die now to make up for the mistakes she had made, but Boudica knew that she was not yet at that time, because before that, she had to make the Romans pay in blood!

With the taste of blood in his mouth, Boudica bit his lip so hard that he bit it.

Suddenly, his chest felt warm.

Boudica lowered her head and saw a rose-like red in front of her eyes.

Anya hugged her mother, closed her eyes, and gently rubbed her small face like a cat.

Boudica's expression relaxed, he stared blankly at his daughter, hesitated for a long time, and gently stroked her hair.

sorry......

She said silently in her heart.

"I'm sorry." Anya said suddenly.

Boudica was taken aback: "Huh?"

"I'm sorry, Mom," Anya whispered.

Boudica felt sore and hugged her: "Why do you say that, Annie, you didn't do anything wrong to anyone."

Aniya shook her head and looked down at the ground: "I failed to protect well, and I also failed to protect my little sister..."

Boudica's brain seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer in an instant, and she was in a trance for a while. She took a deep breath, sucked her nose hard, blinked her eyes frantically, but tears were still in her eyes.

She could only hug the girl tightly, a little harder, a little harder, wishing she would never be separated from her for the rest of her life.

But such moments of warmth are always easily interrupted.

There was the sound of a horse neighing outside the tent, and a bearded man poked his head in: "Queen, the Roman army is here."

Boudica quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, restrained his expression, and his face became tense again: "Get everyone ready."

The big man nodded and backed out.

When Boudica moved in his arms, Anya raised her head and looked at her mother with clear and magnificent eyes.

"Mom," the girl called.

"Huh?" Boudica straightened her long hair and tried to put on a smile.

"I want to be with you, and I also want to go to the battlefield." Anya said.

Boudica fell silent. She hugged her daughter's head, kissed her hair, and sniffed her deeply, as if saying goodbye silently.

After a long time, she whispered in the girl's ear: "Take care of your little sister, I'll be back soon, trust me."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Anya's reaction, Boudica stood up and left the tent with his head turned sideways.

She didn't want her daughter to see her tears.

Outside the tent, in the forest, there were bonfires, and the sound of iron striking and sword sharpening.

The Celtic warriors who came from various tribes were bare-chested and full of flesh. They poured strong wine with their heads up, and blue battle patterns were painted on their solid muscles.

Boudica walked towards them, with a pretty face, red hair like blood, and wearing a blood-stained leather cape, he looked like a lynx that strayed into a lion's pride.

"Everyone!"

But when the order was given, no one dared to disobey, and countless warriors surrounded him.

Boudica looked around the crowd, looking at every face, as if trying to remember everyone's appearance.

Everyone was silent, waiting for the Queen to speak.

"I'm very disappointed now," Boudica said, then paused, "Because there are still too many people here."

Everyone was puzzled and looked at each other with doubts in their eyes.

Boudica didn't finish, he smiled sarcastically, and spread his right hand: "Look at you, for so many years, you have been addicted to the toys given by the Romans, and you can't extricate yourself!"

As she spoke, she snatched the wine jar from the warrior beside her, poured out the red wine, and smashed the jar to the ground.

Everyone was stunned.

Boudica raised his voice and shouted with all his strength: "A hundred years ago, we also enjoyed the wine sent by the Romans, wore the gold they sent, and wore their clothes, thinking that we could be like the Romans. !

50 years ago, with a humble attitude, we presented our long swords and signed a covenant with the Romans, thinking that we could integrate with the Romans!

But now! "

Anger emerged from the crowd of onlookers, and some people had already started gnashing their teeth.

"They just treat us like sheep and cows to be milked, like puppies who wag their tails at the drop of a bone!

They are like blood-sucking demons, enslaving our children, and crazily extracting our lives!

Can we really be counted as human beings like this! "

Boudica looked around coldly.

"It doesn't count!" A warrior shouted.

After a moment of silence, everyone also cried out, with angry lights shining in everyone's eyes.

"Yes, it doesn't count!"

Boudica shouted: "Who are we! We are Celts, descendants of the children of the forest, and the true masters of Britain!"

"Yes!!!!"

"And now, we have the will of the gods!

So it's time to let our anger reach Rome!It's time for the Romans to realize who is the master of this land! "

"what!!!"

"Tonight, let them pay in blood!!!"

With double howls and violent roars, the crows in the forest all rose up.

Boudica spread her hands in the crowd, her hair fluttering in the wind like a burning fire.

......

into the night.

"It's about to catch fire." Neos looked at the port of the Thames through the window.

"My lord, where is the fire?" Fei stood behind him, looking on tiptoe.

"War is also fire, and anger is also fire, although the two tend to be unified." Neos shook his head and continued to look down at the map.

All the hotel rooms were vacant, and the boss handed over the keys to Neos, but he got on his brother's boat and fled first.

After Nios checked into the hotel, he took the remaining money, bought a map and a few books, and locked himself in the room.

"My lord, do you mean that Queen Boudica is going to call?" Fei frowned and thought for a moment, then asked, "So your lord is right again."

"No, that time it was really just nonsense." Neos shook his head.

He also didn't expect to run into the Boudica uprising directly.

"It's just that they will attack London next, that's for sure." Neos looked at the map and said to himself.

"Why?" Fee asked.

"Paulinus is far away in Wales, so Boudicca took advantage of the emptiness of troops in the southeast and raised troops wantonly. Then the first step is to choose the most valuable city to attack."