Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Boudica fell silent.

In Nuo Da's tent, the daughter's whispered words echoed

Her voice was neither high nor miserable, it was just pure doubt and incomprehension, but it made people feel the sadness deep in the bottom of my heart.

Boudica saw the corners of her daughter's eyes trembling slightly, and a drop of transparent tears ran across her face.

"That's why I'm afraid, I'm afraid that one day my mother will be like Cousin Asu's father and never come back..."

"No, absolutely not!" Boudica bit her lips tightly and hugged her tightly.

Anya tried her best to grab the hem of her clothes, her voice began to tremble.

After a few seconds, she shook her head and pushed Boudica away.

Boudica was surprised for a moment, and saw her daughter knelt down with her hands on the ground: "Let me be with you, I don't want you to be like my father and sister, I also want to protect you... Mom!"

Boudica took a step back, looked down at the other unconscious daughter on the bed, and sighed softly: "Don't worry, everything will be over soon."

The wind outside the tent gradually picked up, she turned her head, followed the gap, and looked at the blurred sky in the curling green smoke, as if recalling many years ago.

"The Romans will act as if they have never been here, and everything on this island will be restored."

"Then one day, you will be like Grandma, find a beloved warrior, stand together in Stonehenge, receive the blessing of the druid high priest under the mistletoe, and rule the tribe together..."

Boudica looked back at the faces of the two daughters, recalling the voice and countenance of their dead father.The softness in his heart was gradually hidden, and his tone was firm.

"And such a country that belongs to you, I will never allow anyone to take it!"

......

Warm water was continuously poured into the bath, steaming, and marble busts stood in the pool.

Fario leaned against the wall of the pool, staring at the statue in a daze, with fruits and snacks on his side, and four or five slaves behind him, holding clean towels and sterling silver jugs in their hands.

A small brazier was lit behind him, and the robe was toasting.

The warm current penetrated from the skin to the bone, and the will seemed to melt.

Although the high priest of the druid had a high status in the Celtic ethnic group, it was the first time he experienced such a life.

In the past, before presiding over memorial services and weddings, although one had to change clothes and take a bath, it would never be so luxurious.

And the most grand and extravagant one recently was to summon Lord Neos.

It is no wonder that a large group of nobles and leaders bowed down as soon as the Romans landed in Britain.

It can be seen how much they yearned for the freedom of Rome, the high level of democracy, and the advancement of civilization. They wished that the Romans would land on the island earlier and save them from the barbaric and backward culture and the hot water environment.

And besides, if you resist, don't talk about losing, even if you win, you can't live a good life; but if you kneel obediently, no matter how bad you are, you can enjoy the luxury you have never touched.

As for the persecuted Celtic farts below, what does it have to do with these noble spiritual Romans?

Isn't it better to earn money while kneeling than standing up and being beaten?

After Fario came out of the water, the servant girl combed his hair and changed his clothes. The robe was woven stitch by stitch by a famous tailor in the city, which was very different from the animal skins he wore before.

After bathing and changing clothes, the slave sent him to the soldiers, and then went out under the escort of the soldiers, all the way to the city gate along the road.

As soon as he approached the city gate, a murderous air rushed to his face.

On the top of the city, rows of infantry were covered layer by layer, giant crossbows and bows and arrows were in place, a bonfire was lit in the huge brazier, thick smoke rose to the sky, and the blazing flames dyed the faces of the soldiers red.

Fario was escorted to the top of the city wall. The well-trained legionnaires kept their eyes open and gave way in a uniform manner so that he could climb to the highest point of the city wall.

Although Fario's face remained motionless, his legs and feet were a little sluggish. No matter how many times he faced the Roman legion, he could hardly restrain his instinctive fear.

Lord Neos is right, these soldiers are tools made entirely for war.

So why was I so cheap in the first place? It would not be good to surrender early.

Fario bowed his head and laughed bitterly at himself.

"So, are you ready!"

On the high platform, a clear and deafening voice sounded.

Fario raised his head, squinted his eyes, and saw that the people on the stage turned their backs to the sun, and the armor reflected golden light, which hurt the eyes.

Although it was difficult to see his face clearly due to the backlight, that figure carried the majesty of a supreme general.

"I ask you, are you ready!"

Fario couldn't help but want to bow his head and kneel down.

But suddenly he heard the howling of the falcon in the sky, the howling sound was somber, like the mournful cry between heaven and earth.

Fario's heart was beating violently, trembling uncontrollably.

He raised his head with his eyes wide open, looked straight at the figure on the high platform, looked past Paulinus, and looked at the eagle soaring in the sky.

So, are you still here?

Fario's eyes trembled slightly, he opened his mouth, wanting to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud.

He could only bite his lip and lower his head, so as not to let the Romans around him see his expression.

Then, with great respect and piety, the old man closed his eyes, and in the eyes of everyone, beyond all forms and spaces, bowed deeply to the person hidden in the dark.

Then, please watch my performance next.

"I'm ready."

Chapter 30 Chapter 30 Unexpected Guests

On the battlefield, a bloody wind blew up, filled with the smell of iron blood and yellow sand.

The world is infinite, and the eyes are desolate.

The roaring and stomping stopped, and looking from the top of the city, the black shadow gradually became clear at the end of the sky.

Tens of thousands of warriors piled up on the plain, densely packed, approaching slowly like black clouds.

Not long after, the black cloud suddenly stopped not far away, the crowd separated, and the Celtics' iconic two-wheeled chariot drove out of it, like a lurking black beetle burrowing out of the ground.

Around the chariot, there are warriors holding long swords and throwing axes, surrounding them as guards.

The wheels rolled, and the leaders of the tribal alliance stood on the car, bumping all the way, looking at the London city wall that was getting closer and closer, with different thoughts.

On the top of the wall, the adjutant pointed to one of the chariots, pointed at the red-haired woman on it, and said, "That's Boudica."

Paulinus squinted his eyes slightly, but saw that the woman in the car was extremely beautiful, with a slender figure and red hair cascading down like a waterfall. If such a woman were in Rome, she would definitely be wearing a long robe, walking around the royal palace banquet, and being caught by the crowd. Pursued by countless nobles.

But at this moment, she was wearing an iron armor cloak, with battle patterns smeared on her face, her expression was serious and as stiff as iron.

Placed in the battlefield, it looks heroic and has a special charm.

Just a pity...

Paulinus suddenly raised his hand and spread his five fingers, as if holding the woman in front of him and the tens of thousands of troops in his palm.

War has always been a man's game.

......

Under the city of London.

Boudica's chariot hangs behind the other chiefs, a distance between falling behind and not falling behind.

The other chiefs were joking and talking about the conditions they could propose to the Romans for a while, while Boudica was silent behind him, two proper styles of painting.

"Is it wrong for us to break into the Roman army like this?" the leader of the Candi tribe asked.

"Don't worry, we have a large army approaching, and the Romans dare not act rashly." The white-haired old man was the leader of the Trinovent tribe, and also the oldest and most experienced old man in the coalition army.

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Boudica behind him: "And we should trust them. After all, the Romans are the most trustworthy nation."

This well-known statement made the rest of the people look at each other, thinking that what the old man said was too short.

When Boudica heard this, he bit his lips lightly, but did not make a sound.

The internal instability of the coalition forces has been a hidden danger from the very beginning.

Not every leader's daughter was raped, and not every tribe's land was confiscated.

Those tribes who revolted together reluctantly agreed because the taxes were too heavy this year and they could not survive the winter.

But in Colchester City, after looting enough food for the winter, many people felt that they had retreated, thinking that the goal had been achieved this time, and there was no need to continue to make mistakes.

It's like an unloved child who wants to stop in time after making a fuss and seek forgiveness from the elders.

Boudica lowered her eyes and looked at them, as if she saw her former self and her dead husband... It was so funny.

When you are subjugated slaves, you actually have feelings, right?

Boudica sneered and looked at Paulinus at the head of the city.

The governor of Britannia stood still, calmly looking down at the woman who caused the turmoil.

According to Roman etiquette, he should have gone down as a master, dressed in a full suit, and greeted the guests surrounded by slaves. He should have embraced them warmly as a welcome.

But he didn't, it's not that he couldn't, he just didn't want to, even if he knew that the enemy had ten times the strength of his own, Paulinus would not let go of his pride as a Roman.

Boudica and Paulinus looked at each other across the air.

The city gate then opened wide.

The Roman infantry and cavalry immediately filed out, each holding a long and narrow spear in their hands, moving quickly and neatly.

The group of horses in charge of pulling the chariot neighed uncomfortably, their front paws kept kicking the ground.

The Roman soldiers gathered quickly at the gate of the city, and they turned into a neat queue in a short time.

The two army formations faced the Celtic leader's team directly, with swords in the front and shields in the back to support the front body.This is a standard set of Roman Squad Battle Presets.

The surrounding Celtic warriors in charge of guards were instantly tense. They surrounded their respective leaders, erected their shields, bowed their bodies, and waited for the formation.

In an instant, the atmosphere became tense, and the atmosphere between the two parties was full of chills.

The old man at the head smiled stiffly, hid among the guards, raised his head and nodded at Paulinus on the city wall: "The leader of the Trinovent tribe, Epos, is now here as an envoy to communicate with Paulinus Negotiate with Master Sta."

Paulinus raised his eyebrows slightly, snorted softly, but did not respond.

The Roman soldiers compressed instantly, and the phalanx approached.