Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"Boudica be calm!"

The leaders around stood up and tried to persuade each other.

The old man looked directly into Boudica's eyes and looked at the long sword in her hand. Although his face was tense, his calf felt weak.

For a moment, he was even a little uncertain whether Boudica would explode and kill himself.Her dark green eyes seemed to be burning with blue flames, vicious and gloomy.

But in the end, the green light in Boudica's eyes dimmed.

She retracted her husband's long sword to her waist, and backed away slowly until she reached the entrance of the tent, then paused and raised her head: "We will attack the city tomorrow..."

Then wait for no one else to speak.

Boudica said again: "...before attacking the city, go to the top of the city and listen to what they have to say."

......

"They agreed to send someone."

Paulinus took a deep breath and looked at the team behind him.

He himself came too hastily, with only a cavalry team and a temporary conscripted auxiliary corps, only a thousand people, not to mention that the recruited soldiers were completely untrained. Almost all the males of the City of London were brought here.

For several weeks, the workshop was working non-stop, and the waterwheels and livestock were turning wildly, but it was still impossible to fully arm all the soldiers.

Most of the people were still holding simple wooden handle spears, standing in a scattered formation and resting behind the city wall.

"Is there still no news from the Second Army?" Paulinus' voice was unusually calm.

Among the legions stationed in Britannia, the No.14 Legion and the No.20 Legion went on an expedition to Wales with him. The large army is now following behind him, marching towards London at a high speed, but the journey is too far, and the support time is unknown.

The Ninth Army was surrounded by Boudica and was severely damaged and lost its combat effectiveness.

However, the Second Army Corps closest to him has not been ordered for a long time due to unknown reasons.

If it weren't for sitting in the city and holding the enemy's spiritual leader as a prisoner, Paulinus, without the support of the legion, would most likely withdraw from London and give up rescue.

Now we don't expect Fario to successfully persuade him to surrender. As long as he can persuade some tribal leaders to delay Boudica's attack and get the army to return to defense, then this card will have the greatest effect.

After all, according to Paulinus' understanding, the Celtics are not so united internally.

......

In the city of London, the girl Fei was packing her bags. She moved thick books and scrolls out of the house, took a breath, and turned to ask.

"My lord, do you want to bring these books?"

"No, I've memorized it all." Nios sat by the window, drinking a strange drink made from leaves.

"Huh?" The girl lowered her head and turned a few pages, a little surprised.

Neos glanced at her: "Why, do you want it?"

The girl shook her head obediently: "No, I don't understand it, I just feel a little pity."

Neos was silent for a few seconds: "You can learn if you don't understand, but let me ask you, do you really plan to learn?"

"Sometimes, knowledge represents conspiracy and evil, and means you have to suffer more. Compared with it, ignorance is a kind of happiness."

The girl slammed down and let out a small "oh".

Nios took a sip of tea in silence, looked at her, and casually said, "But if you really want to learn, I can teach you a little bit."

Fei shook her head: "Forget it, if adults say I can't learn, then I won't learn."

"Really." Nios pursed his lips and said nothing.

In the late autumn of 60 AD, in the Mare Banner Tavern in the city of London, a handsome man sat by the window eaves, drinking tea made from leaves picked from the roadside.

He raised his head and glanced in the direction of the city gate. On his face like a mirror, his eyes were calm and clear, as if he had seen through the melancholy of a thousand years.

The white robe, also from the pure color at the beginning of the advent, was gradually stained with black blue.

A few green leaves spread across the robe.

It's like living in this world, after all, you have to leave something, leave some traces, to prove that you have lived.

After the tea was finished, no one left the city outside the tavern.

The gate of Claudius was tightly closed in order to stop the enemy.

The druid high priest was fully dressed, and under the escort of the soldiers, he boarded the top of the city.

Boudica led the crowd to the city, looking up at the former leader.

In the sky, the falcon fluttered its wings, overlooking the world, leaving behind a scream.

Living in a tavern, Nios took out a Roman gold coin from his pocket. On it was no longer the head of Roman Emperor Nero, but a beautiful woman.

It is said that this woman is Nero's mother, the current queen mother.

Nios played with the gold coins as if he was playing with them in the palm of his hand.

It took a long time until the girl finished cleaning up.

Nios raised his hand abruptly and slammed the gold coin on the table.

"Snapped!"

Like a thunderstorm.

Fei looked back in astonishment, startled.

However, he saw his lord stand up abruptly.

"Girl, don't leave for now!"

"Eh? Then where are we going?"

Nios looked at the top of the city: "Go to the top of the city, whether the old guy is willing or not, take him away first!"

Fei pursed her lips and gave a long answer, then looked down at the luggage that had been packed overnight.

My lord, couldn't you have said earlier...

Chapter 29 Chapter 29

When the time entered late autumn, the leaves fell and piled up on the ground. When the rain hit and people stepped on them, they all fell into the mud blackly.

In the camps built everywhere, soldiers patrolled and horses and horses came and went, and the air seemed to become sticky.

The red-haired woman emerged from the big tent, and the gloomy world instantly became bright red.

The camp was quiet for a moment, the woman frowned slightly, tightened her cloak, and walked forward with her head bowed.

Like Moses parting the Red Sea, the crowd retreated consciously, giving way to a small path.

Ignoring the different gazes around him, Boudica walked forward step by step, his feet were muddy and cold, as if it had penetrated into the bottom of his heart, thick dark clouds were pressing on his head, and his face was terribly gloomy.

In the eyes of everyone in the tribe, she is the hero who resisted the brutal rule of Rome and the queen who led the Celts to defeat the Roman legion, but the fact is that even in her own tribe, no one will thank her.

After all, she was the one who pushed the originally peaceful tribe into the abyss of war.

In other people's eyes, the Romans only wanted to expropriate land and harvest food, so it would be better not to give them. As for the atrocities committed by the Romans, it was not their daughters who were raped anyway.

In addition to the battle of Colchester, Boudica killed all the captured Roman soldiers and burned the whole town. Even the Celts hiding in the city were brutally killed by her orders. The women and children in her life are the torches thrown down by her own hands.

These measures separated her step by step from the tribal civilians.

When her husband was still alive, she was a modest and friendly queen, but after the nightmare came, even the closest people felt strange to her.

The chiefs and soldiers of other tribes pushed her aside, and her warriors questioned her.

"Enough of Boudica, we should go no further!"

"Why! They're Celtic too!"

"Demon! You are a demon!"

"You have been blinded by hatred!"

"Was it all worth it?"

does it worth?

Boudica paused in front of the tent, remembering the helpless cries of her daughters.

She bit her lower lip lightly, gave herself an affirmative answer, rubbed her face, made a smile, and got into the tent.

Anya was sitting by the bed, and when she saw the person coming in, she quickly stood up, stepped forward and hugged her mother: "Mom!"

Feeling her daughter's body, the warm breath seemed to envelop her, the warm current penetrated into her heart, and the cold and hard heart beat for it.

Boudica closed her eyes, buried her face in her daughter's red hair, and sniffed her breath almost greedily.

No more "is it worth it" questions.

There was a long silence in the tent, the mother and daughter did not speak, as if the noise outside the tent never existed.

But the silence will always be broken, just like the gathering will always be separated.

Boudica, who rubbed his eyes, still pushed Ania away, smoothed her hair, and looked down at his daughter.

"How is it? Are you still used to living there?" Boudica's voice was a bit tired, "You have traveled so far south that you have never been since you were young."

Anya shook her head and buried her head in her mother's arms again.

Boudica didn't push her away, but just stroked the back of her head, smiled slightly, feeling the warmth of being a mother: "Is it tiring to follow Grandma all the way?"

"Not tired."

"Unfortunately, after a few days, we have to leave again." Boudica sighed.

Anya's body trembled slightly.

"What's wrong?" Boudica felt.

"I'm afraid...I'm afraid." Anya looked up at her mother.

"A few days ago, Cousin Asu's father went out, and he came to tell Cousin Asu to remember to milk the horse milk for my sister and me every night.

Then he never came back the next morning. They gave his father the sword. Cousin Asu found me last night and told me with the sword,

He will no longer be able to milk the horse for us, because he will go out like his father. "