Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Having said that, Randall looked at the sky and sighed long.

Inserting the sword into his waist, he turned his head to look at Leo, pulled the corner of his mouth, and that dry mud-like face seemed to crack suddenly, revealing a smile between honesty and relief.

"So, it's not that we abandoned the gods, but we abandoned the gods."

......

"Are you really going to give up Priest Furion, my lord?"

"Don't you understand, Fee?"

"what?"

Neos smiled wryly, "It's not that I gave up on him, but he gave up on me."

Fei thought hard for a while, frowned and shook her head: "I don't understand."

Neos said, "You don't have to understand, you just need to know that it's almost time for us to go."

"Walk?"

"Well, leave this city."

Fei didn't think about it, and nodded obediently: "Okay."

This is her positioning of herself, she can do what adults say, and she can't and doesn't need to question her.

And Nios didn't have any regrets about the various arrangements he had made before.Using tricks, whether you give up or use them, you must be decisive, almost ruthless.

But do you really plan to leave like this?

Not only Fei is asking himself this question, but Nios is also asking himself this question.

After coming to this world, he didn't find that he had any special desires.

In terms of food, Fei can eat whatever she wants, even some foods that girls can't eat by herself; in terms of sex, he can turn a blind eye to the amazing-looking fairy in the lake; as for money and profit, he is even less interested.

But only when watching these Celts, in order to defend their homeland and maintain the nation, embark on the road of death, there will be a faint touch in my heart.

"Are you obviously only 12 years old?" Neos once asked a warrior protecting himself.

"But my tribe needs me." He answered simply.

"You are old." This is a druid who is older than Fario.

"But I can still take up arms."

"And you're a woman."

"So, so I'm not Celtic?"

Neos was silent.

His soul trembled slightly, as if in the deepest part of his memory, he had met such a person before.

The country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, and the homeland fell, filled with grief and indignation, and deeply stimulated, so he was willing to kill himself for benevolence and die for the country.It's not that you can't be rich and prosperous, but you don't want to admit a thief as your father, and you don't know the shame.

Why are you so stubborn, why are you so relentless.

Nios felt that he should know the answer, but he couldn't answer it.

He could only play with the gold coin in his hand and let it flip between his fingers. On the gold coin was engraved the head of Nero, the current emperor of Rome.

......

Yunxia, ​​as if being burned by fire, stubbornly maintained the last ray of light against the livid twilight.

A few minutes later, the last light in the sky was swallowed by night, and night came.

On the uphill side of the Thames River, under the blue flag, Celtic warriors looked at the huge city in the distance.

It was a city unlike any Celtic tribe.The square city wall has straight and neat streets on all sides, and tall aqueducts extend into the wall.

Standing on a high place, you can see the city, where the roads cross, and the huge and empty square.

As a queen, Boudica has also been to the most prosperous city in Britannia. She knows that there is even a circular arena around the square, where animal fights are performed every day, not to mention the magnificent Crow Temple of Di, Marble Colonnade, Arc de Triomphe and Great Baths.

And the same cities, even all over the eastern continent, they all testify to the greatness of Rome.

so what.

Boudica held down his saber, trembling uncontrollably.

Because in another day, Boudica will cross the gate of Claudius and burn all of them.

The glory of Roman civilization will eventually collapse in the wrath of the Celts.

......

The glory of Roman civilization will eventually reach its peak in his own hands.

Paulinus has always had such a dream.

His family is an authentic Roman aristocrat, born in Rome, grew up in Rome, received education at a young age, can use Greek proficiently, rhetoric and oratory, entered the Senate as an adult, served as a consul in middle age, and then Under the trust of Claudius, as the "acting consul", he was sent to the province of Britannia and served as the consul.

Relying on what he learned when he was young, he managed Britannia in an orderly manner, and the legionnaires under his rule were even more disciplined and loyal; even the rebellion of the Celtic tribes gradually disappeared.

And Paulinus also won the triumphant costume and priesthood.

I believe that when this counter-insurgency is over, his achievements will reach the peak, and after the end of his duties as governor, and after returning to Rome, the status of the entire family will also rise to a higher level.

But is this really enough?

When Paulinus thinks about his life when he is old, he can't help asking himself, and then thinking of the life of Julius Caesar, he can't help feeling the same.

With the increasing power and glory, an unforgivable thought is like a termite nesting in his heart, eating away his loyalty to the empire and the emperor.

Paulinus sat in the tent, covered his forehead, and suddenly called out: "That Druid, is he ready?"

"He said he was ready!"

"Very good, send him to the city wall early tomorrow morning, and let the rebels see how their leader is telling me..."

Paulinus paused for a moment, "I sincerely surrender to Rome."

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Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Respective decisions

The sun has risen, the wind is blowing outside the city, and there is depression.

In order to defend the city, Paulinus ordered the army to fortify the walls and clear the fields. All the trees in the surrounding area were cut down, the houses and farmland were burned, and he vowed not to leave any supplies for the enemy.

On the skyline, you can already see the black masses of people and the smoke columns of thousands of campfires. The campfires filled the air with a pale mist, and the camps stretched for miles. From the sky, it looked like the ground was covered with huge mushrooms.

Among them, among the biggest "mushrooms", a dispute is intensifying.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Boudica roared at the top of his voice, with a sword hanging from his waist, and wearing a red robe, he didn't look weak at all, but more like a lion fighting for food, with his red hair tied behind his head, like a burning anger.

"There is absolutely no room for negotiation between us and the Romans!"

The gray-haired old man frowned: "Boudica, but we don't know the conditions of the Romans yet."

"You don't need to know, I can't meet any conditions!" Boudica gritted his teeth.

The entrustment of the husband before his death, the wailing of the daughter that day, and the whip marks on the back reminded me every moment.

Never compromise!

"You are too stubborn, Boudica," the old man shook his head and sighed, "You are not the only one who lost his family and land, who is not the leader here?"

The middle-aged warrior who had been silent all this time hesitated for a moment: "Yes, Boudica, why don't you hear what the Romans are going to do first."

Boudica's attitude was as firm as iron, and she thumped the table vigorously: "Stop making trouble! Today you promise the Romans one condition, and tomorrow you can promise the second! Are you worthy of the compatriots killed by the Romans!"

"You have been blinded by hatred!" The old man was not to be outdone, blowing his beard and staring.

"Then you are blinded by the wealth of the Romans!" Boudica replied unceremoniously.

The middle-aged man slapped the table: "We didn't fight this battle for wealth!"

The air in the tent ignited like a furnace fire, and the fire seemed to be filled with bamboo poles, and there were bursts of crackling.

Everyone was roaring, everyone was banging on the table, and the chiefs of every tribe stood up, staring at each other, and arguing with each other.

Suddenly, there was a flash of cold light, and a crisp sound of "duang" swallowed everyone's voices.

Everyone turned their gazes to the table, and Boudica actually pulled out his sword, swung it vigorously, and threw the sword on the table, burying the sword in it.

Boudica's chest heaved vigorously, his head was lowered, and his eyes swept over everyone present, looking like a wolf.

It made people feel that she would pounce on the opponent in the next second, crazily hoarse that person's throat.

After a long silence, the leaders returned to their seats without saying a word.

But the gray-haired old man is not afraid of this.

He looked at Boudica calmly, scratched his hair, and said leisurely: "Boudica, I need to fight for the best interests of my tribe."

Boudica said nothing, but looked at him coldly.

The old man went on to say: "As far as I know, the goal of your Essini tribe does not conflict with our Trinovent tribe."

"Fuck your ass!"

Boudica scolded, "You just want to ask the Romans for some money so that you can go back and spend the winter!"

"Don't you?" The old man shrugged, "You can't let your private emotions override the tribe."

Boudica gave him a sharp look, but made no rebuttal.

The old man nodded with satisfaction: "And you have to remember that back then, you Essini had neither weapons nor warriors. If I hadn't brought my tribe to join you, would you still have the results you have now?"

"Are you threatening me?" Boudica's face darkened.

"Nothing, I'm just telling you that in the army now, your people are only a minority, but the minority must obey the majority." The old man put on a righteous look on his old face.

Boudica slowly clenched his fist, pulled out the long sword from the table, and stared at him firmly.

"Boudica!"