Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Neos slid his fingers across the parchment map, and focused heavily on Colchester: "And here, across the southeast, is Rome's stronghold on this peninsula, and the political center of the empire's rule of Britain.

This is obviously an important town closest to Iceni, but because of Paulinus's expedition, it is almost undefended. "

"If I were them, I would first besiege the city, then ambush the rescue army, and then massacre the city in one fell swoop, creating a deterrent to the surrounding cities."

Nios stood up straight, held his chin, and whispered to himself.

"And the next target is where we are, London."

Neos said and glanced at Fei.

The girl blinked, took a bite of the bread in her hand, and felt nothing.

Chew.

Nios continued: "This is the economic center and transportation hub. After learning of the tragedy of Colchester, the resistance is bound to be insufficient, even Paulinus is powerless to defend.

Then Boudica can easily search for supplies, occupy the city and recruit troops, and accumulate strength for the next battle. "

"Then what are we going to do?" Fei asked stupidly.

"One, we must first save the chips in Paulinus' hands, Fario."

Neos raised his index finger first, and then his middle finger: "Second, we want to crush Paulinus' last hope of resistance."

"What is his last hope?" Fei asked with a confused expression.

"Paulinus has no food, so he must seek help from the grain merchants in the city. I plan to make those merchants give up supporting him." Neos said.

"and then?"

Nios chuckled and raised his third finger: "Then, the third one, I want to persuade them to support Boudica, who is about to enter the city, and give all the food, grass and supplies to the Celts.

In this way, the Celtic army can be prevented from slaughtering and plundering. "

Fei's mouth was stuffed with bread, her cheeks bulged like a puffer fish, she stared blankly at the silver-haired man, raised her little hand, and started clapping.

Although she didn't understand anything, she still felt very powerful.

(For the sake of easy understanding and translation, the city name will use the modern name after the ancient name is used for the first time)

Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Fire

The whole city was burning, and the fire reflected half of the sky red.

Queen Boudica stood on her horse and looked at the fleeing crowd in the city, including Romans and Celts assimilated by Rome.

Warriors painted with blue battle patterns shuttled between the buildings. They threw torches into houses and swung swords at the crowd.

The night was filled with howling, screaming and wild cheering.

Boudica rode by slowly and stopped suddenly.

A samurai pulls a woman by her hair and drags her out of a hut.

The woman was wearing a Roman-style tunic, screaming, kicking her white legs frantically, twisting her body constantly, struggling to escape.

Maybe it was because she struggled too hard, the samurai groaned impatiently, raised the knife in his hand, and chopped off the head. The scarlet blood spilled all over the ground, the head rolled down, and the frightened expression on his face froze.

Boudica stared at the face on the ground for a long time, thought for a moment, and suddenly asked, "How is the situation?"

The samurai who followed him bowed: "We killed almost all men, nobles, non-nobles, and even the former Celts."

"That's how they treated us back then." Boudica nodded, then paused: "And women?"

"Women and old men hid for years in the sanctuary of Claudius, where the last Roman soldiers resisted."

Boudica's expression froze, and he sniffled, the smell of blood and burning in the wind.

She tugged on the reins and set off to run towards the city.

White stone steps and round columns surround the majestic temple on the podium, where the statue of the first emperor Claudius stands.

The temple was the center of the city, a solace for the Romans on a strange island, but also a source of hatred for the Celts.

Boudica rode through the porch, dismounted, took the torch, and came to the door of the temple. The fire illuminated her stern face.

The gate of the temple was tightly closed, and corpses were strewn across the gate, all of whom died were Roman veterans.

After the veterans retired, they were assigned to spend their old age here, but when faced with the attack of foreign enemies, they took up arms again to protect the women and children in the temple.

"Please, let us go..." A woman stood at the door, looked at Boudica, and begged with tears streaming down her face.

"I beg you, for the sake of the gods, let us go..."

"There are children here..."

Boudica looked at her expressionlessly, his face was cast iron.

The cries of children could be faintly heard in the temple.

The blue-faced Druid frowned and turned his head: "Boudica, children..."

Boudica glanced at him and pursed his lips: "What about my child?"

After finishing speaking, only the woman screamed sharply and the children cried loudly.

Boudica gritted his teeth and threw down the torch.

"Burn them all!"

At night, the flames were messy, blue figures shuttled back and forth, women howled and screamed, and the world was in chaos, like hell.

......

Lights floated between the curtains of the tent, and guards in red robes and bronze armor stood on both sides of the tent.

In the tent, Paulinus sat upright with a gloomy face, listening carefully to the soldiers' report on the situation in Colchester in the distance.

"It is estimated that more than 1 people were killed, they did not take slaves, they did not leave any captives."

"Those who escaped said that the fire burned for three days and three nights, and now Colchester is only scorched black from the sky."

"The corpses blocked the river, and the downstream water was even stained red."

"It's been almost ten days now, and crows and vultures are still hovering over the pushed statue."

Boom!

The clenched fist hit the table, and the adjutant who was making a report trembled all over.

Paulinus gritted his teeth and said, "Enough!"

The adjutant's lips trembled slightly, he lowered his head and put away the letter, without saying a word.

Paulinus stood up, took a deep breath, and his chest heaved violently: "Tell me, what did Gatus do when I was not around!"

The adjutant faltered: "Ga, Lord Gatus was ordered to take over Isini's territory, but Queen Boudica refused, so he punished her."

"How was it punished?"

"Master Gatus flogged the Queen of Iceni, let the soldiers rape her daughter, and then emptied all the property of the Iceni nobles, and other minor relatives of the royal family were also sold to Rome as slaves."

"So who ordered him to do this!" Paulinus said coldly.

"Eh..." The adjutant couldn't answer.

"And then, where is he now?" Paulinus asked.

"Lord Gatus has evacuated London ahead of schedule, and is nowhere to be seen now..."

Paulinus yelled, "You son of a bitch!"

He wasn't angry that Gatus forcibly confiscated the land of the Isini tribe, or raped the king's daughter. On the contrary, if it were him, he would choose to do the same, and he would do it even worse.

After Gatus chose to offend the tribe, he didn't intend to kill the grass and roots. This was the biggest fault.

Then he didn't resist, let the Celtics rise up, and ran away alone. He ran with ease, because now the blame is all on his head.

Paulinus rubbed the bridge of his nose, calmed down, and thought for a moment: "Send my order! Gather all the soldiers and rush to London as quickly as possible!"

"but......"

"The cavalry followed me, and the rest followed."

After Paulinus finished speaking, he glanced at the adjutant: "What do you want to say?"

The adjutant hesitated: "But Boudica has many soldiers, even if you lead the cavalry to arrive first, my lord, you will not be able to resist."

"I know, so my initial plan was to give up London." Paulinus nodded.

"but why?"

"Have you forgotten what we have?" Paulinus sneered.

"You mean, the druid?"

"The druids were like gods to the Celts, and if I had taken their gods as captives, they would not have acted rashly," Paulinus said.

The adjutant supported his chin: "And if he is obedient, he can also rely on him to persuade a large part of the Celtics to surrender."

"It's only a possibility, but if he doesn't want to obey, I can also rely on him to delay enough time in London to attract most of the enemy's forces,"

Paulinus nodded, and focused his fingers on the map: "Let the rest of the army go down the Thames River, and then I can be the center and the bait to directly surround Boudica, and the center will bloom and annihilate them in one fell swoop!"

......

It was dawn, and the Thames was shimmering with waves, and a few small boats were parked scatteredly in the port, moving with the waves.

The big ship had already fled with the nobles.

Only hordes of beggars, prostitutes and civilians don't know the news and still live their lives as usual.

But merchants no longer transported food into the city, food prices began to rise, and rich people began to bargain, while those without money could only wander from stall to stall, looking for opportunities to steal.

But those who don't want to steal can only turn into beggars, curl up under the city wall, sit in the mud, and look eagerly at the people passing by.

Suddenly three or four quick silver coins fell in front of him.

The beggar looked up in surprise, only to see a short-haired girl standing in front of him. Although she was small, she was as straight as a sword. She pointed to the top of her head with a cold expression.

At the top window, the silver-haired man smiled and nodded slightly.