Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Fario closed his eyes tightly and turned his face to one side, but he didn't feel the expected pain.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that it wasn't him who was beaten, but the soldier who captured him.

In the Roman camp, the red-clothed soldiers onlookers were stunned. They couldn't believe their eyes.

Paulinus looked directly at the soldier covering his face, the muscles on his face were as tight as iron: "Who made you treat the high priest like this! Who made you treat my most honored guest like this!"

Xiaobing put his hands straight on his legs, his lips were tightly pressed, and he bowed his head in silence.

Let Paulinus beat and scold him.

Fario stared blankly at this scene. Although he was a little puzzled, he still didn't believe in Paulinus' actions, knowing the nature of the Romans.

I even think this person is disgustingly fake.

After Paulinus finished his performance, he waved his hand to let the soldiers disperse, and then put on an amiable look, and led Fario into his tent.

The attitude is good, as if the prison robbery incident that just happened did not exist.

The lights in the tent are bright.

Sitting on the cushion, Fario couldn't help frowning as he looked at the transparent wine, colorful melons and fruits, and the oily barbecue in front of him, he couldn't resist the urge to go out and have a bite.

Because Paulinus's abnormal behavior really aroused suspicion.

I am his enemy, his prisoner, and the kind who almost escaped from prison just now.

Fario was also polite, and asked directly: "So, what do you want?"

Paulinus froze for a moment, his smile froze for a moment, and the corners of his mouth suddenly pulled.

He is not good at fake smiles, so it is better to show his purpose directly than to pretend.

"Someone rescued you tonight, why did you choose to come back?" Paulinus said slowly, looking at the old man with cold eyes.

Fario shrugged: "No one rescued me, it's just that your soldiers can't do it, so I ran out for a walk for nothing."

"Deliberately let the wounded soldiers come back to pass false information, disperse my troops, and then set fire to the prison, causing chaos, and then took advantage of the chaos to put on our soldiers and escape..."

"You said, isn't this technique a bit too familiar?"

Paulinus twitched his eyebrows, as if poking at a sore spot, so his expression was slightly ferocious, and he stared at Fario with a low voice.

Fario couldn't help chuckling: "Ha, so it's like this again."

"So it was indeed that person who came to save you!" Paulinus clenched his right fist.

"So what?" Fario lowered his head.

There was a dead silence in the tent, only the whistling of the strong wind could be heard.

Paulinus clenched his fists tightly, suppressing his anger: "Then why did he let you back again! What is his purpose!"

The same tactic, continuous setbacks, which annoyed the always calm governor.

But he knows better than anyone else that he must remain calm at all times when confronting such a person.

But the consequence of being calm is that he has to doubt every step of the opponent, and has to guess the hidden purpose behind every movement... This makes it even more unsolvable.

In the silence, Fario gradually narrowed his eyes, looked at the Roman in front of him, and watched him frowning and thinking.

Then, a guess full of surprises suddenly exploded in my mind.

"That's why I said, you are in such a hurry to ask me, it can't be because..."

Fario opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help grinning: "...Are you scared?"

afraid!

The word hit Paulinus's heart heavily, and he trembled all over.

He subconsciously wanted to deny it, but his reason told himself.

Yes, that's right, he was indeed afraid.

Paulinus lowered his head, clenched his fists and trembled slightly.

Some people just don't have enough troops, they don't have supreme force, they don't have magic that subverts common sense...but they can manipulate the fate of others, and even control the ups and downs of the world.

This sense of uncertainty, of insecurity, of being manipulated by others.

Prior to this, only the current empress dowager, Nero's mother, Agrippina the Younger, could give Paulinus this feeling.

And now, the feeling of this green prophet to Paulinus is even several times that of that vicious woman.

think!think!think!

Faced with this type of person, the only thing I can do is to keep thinking.

Paulinus forced himself to calm down, and at the same time forced his brain to function with astonishing willpower.

Immediately after a flash of inspiration, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Fario.

Yes, since the question cannot be answered, just bypass the question; if the thread cannot be sorted out, just cut it off!

Before, I was like a mouse in a maze, desperately competing with non-existent opponents.But I didn't realize that as long as I solved all the main contradictions, then the details can be solved together.

Yes, Neos has deep scheming and perfect schemes.

But all of this is based on a foundation, and this foundation is also an inevitable flaw in his plan.

That's Boudica's rebels!

And as long as he directly dealt with the rebels, strategies without strength support would be useless.

So no matter what, the advantage is on our side, why should I be afraid!

Paulinus's eyelashes flickered gradually, and a frenzied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

So, is this the feeling of a battle between strategies?

He even felt at this moment that he was in the Colosseum, standing opposite Neos, and the two sides were engaged in a duel without swords and swords.

This gave Paulinus a competitive thrill, which gradually made his blood boil.

"Fario, since you're back, I'll let you do one thing." Paulinus stood up slowly, poured a glass of wine gracefully and calmly, and handed it to Fario.

"After that, I can set you free."

Fario didn't answer: "What?"

Paulinus looked down coldly: "To persuade you to surrender."

"You mean Boudica's army?"

"Yes." Paulinus nodded lightly.

He originally thought that as Britannia's long-standing rebel leader, religious leader, and spiritual pillar of the Celtic nation, Fario would definitely refuse.

But unexpectedly, the old man took the red wine directly and raised his glass with a smile.

"Okay."

Paulinus froze, his face glazed over.

In just a split second, his blood, which had just warmed up, turned cold.

(what.)

Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Mind

People always like to recall the past when they are old, and they also like to recall the past when they die, probably thinking that memory is the only thing left.

And Fario was old and dying now, so his mind was full of the past.

For example, the evening before he was caught.

"Fario! Fario!" Randall shook him awake from the memory.

"What?" Fario looked at him in confusion.

Randall picked up a broken sword and stuffed it into the old man's arms, as if he was going to stab him fiercely.

"Remember, there is a river after crossing here. When the time comes, go through the water first to wash away the smell so that the dogs can't smell you. Then, then..."

The burly man stammered, his expression becoming more and more anxious.

Fario lightly held the broken sword in his hand, and looked down.

After Randall realized that he didn't know what to do next, he cursed in a low voice: "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

He beat his head hard, and then grinned his teeth in pain because of too much force, so he stroked his forehead lightly and said, "Then it's up to you, because I don't know what to do... ..."

After thinking about it, he slapped himself on the head again: "Fuck! Why am I not Neos!"

Fario slumped on the ground, leaning against the tree stump, a little wanting to laugh: "What about you, what are you going to do?"

Randall froze for a moment, raised his head, stared into his eyes, and stood up slowly: "I want to go back and help you delay the time."

"But you're alone."

"Ah," Randall nodded, "my warriors are all dead, now it's my turn."

Fario didn't answer.

Randall was silent for a moment: "Are you still thinking about your Lord Neos?"

Fario lowered his head: "No, I thought about it a lot, but I just didn't think of him."

"Me too. The strange thing is that before I saw him, I prayed to him every day and thought about him every day, hoping that he could save my people and the Celtics."

Randall lowered his head and wiped his sword.

"And then when the Romans took my family, my land, my friends, I didn't go a day without cursing him.

I hate why he doesn't show up, hate why he doesn't save us, hate why he abandons us. "

"Lord Neos, you didn't abandon us." Fario said hoarsely.

"Yeah, I know." Randall nodded with his head down.

"It's like two people walking together on the road. When we were young, someone gave us a hand, but now that we've grown up, the road opens to both sides. We can't rely on others."