Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

On the battlefield that year, when he prayed to the gods, and his comrades and family members were still slaughtered by the Romans, he no longer believed in the so-called gods.

In Cohen's view, the only thing that can bring victory is himself and the warriors who fight with him, and nothing else.

The gods are just spectators.

"So, is there another leader?" Neos asked softly.

There are three remaining leaders responsible for guarding the Forbidden Forest, Randall, Cohen, and Kaido. They are all former tribal leaders. When the territory was occupied by the Romans, they voluntarily brought remnant soldiers to guard the forbidden area of ​​the Druids. .

Now Kaido is long overdue.

"Kaido is at war with the Romans, and the area he is in charge of is often attacked by the Romans." Randall explained for his comrades.

"Really, then we won't wait for him."

Neos nodded and looked at the two experienced veterans: "Can you tell me the current situation first, the more detailed the better."

Randall and Cohen looked at each other.

"We have more than 500 samurai left," Cohen said coldly, "I have more than 200, Randall has more than 200, and Kaido has more than 100..."

Neos interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Then, I want to know how your equipment is, how is your morale, what's your marching ability, and your level of training?"

"It's useless to talk about military strength."

Cohen frowned: "What do these mean?"

He had never heard these words.

Fortunately, Randall took it in time: "Our Celtic warriors are very good at fighting, and each of them is highly skilled in martial arts."

"Well, no discipline." Neos commented.

Randall was taken aback, and then said: "Each of them has their own iron swords and spears, and they have super endurance, and they can continue to fight even if they are injured."

"There was not enough equipment, there were all kinds of weapons, and the armor was almost non-existent," Nios said.

Cohen blushed.

Randall gritted his teeth: "We can shuttle through the forest, and those Romans have nothing to do with us."

"Scattered combat, the destructive power is basically ignored." Neos rubbed his brows, feeling a little headache.

"You!" Cohen was about to explode.

A stranger broke in suddenly and shouted: "Hey! You are here!"

Randall and Cohen stand up at the same time, laughing and hugging him.

The visitor was short in stature, with curly hair, the animal skin wrapped around his body was stained with blood, and there was a fresh sword mark on his forehead.

Neos stared at him, his eyes narrowed, and the corners of his lips slightly raised: "If I guess correctly, this is another leader, Your Excellency Kaido?"

Only then did Kaido separate from the two comrades-in-arms, and bowed down to Nios, saying, "As you said, I am the leader of the Dorcia tribe, Kaido."

After saluting, he looked at the legendary god and found that he was no different from ordinary people except that he was a little whiter.

On the contrary, compared to the gods with super martial arts in the legend, she looks more like a Roman noble girl, thin and white, look at that skin, that body...

tsk...

Kaido couldn't help feeling contemptuous, thinking that the so-called gods were nothing more than that.

Little did he know that Neos was also looking at him. A few seconds later, he narrowed his eyes and showed a playful smile: "Not bad."

When Kaido saw his smile, he was startled.

He subconsciously recalled the cover-up work he had done just now, intentionally washing off the grease on his hands, intentionally staining his body with blood, intentionally drawing a wound on his forehead... There was nothing missing.

Could it be that he is really a god, so he knows me?

How can it be!

"Excuse me, why are you laughing, Lord God?" The High Priest Sario, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

Neos shook his head: "I laugh, laughing that this Roman general is not resourceful after all."

The other four people looked at each other in blank dismay, completely unable to understand what their own gods were saying.

But Nios suddenly waved his arms, his sleeves snapped, and said with a smile: "Everyone, I have already thought of a plan to escape from here."

Section 3 Chapter 3 There was never a God!

Neos stood in the palace, looking around.

Nine bronze pillars are carved with coiled dragons, supporting a very high dome. The dome is engraved with ancient patterns, and the never-extinguishing palace lanterns are dotted around, illuminating the entire palace.

In the palace, except for the bronze throne and steps at the top, the rest of the space is occupied by countless bookshelves. Under the throne, there are many carved pine bookshelves, and the shelves are filled with thousands of ancient scrolls and bamboo slips.

Neos' fingers scanned the ancient books on the bookshelf.

Confucianism, Legalism, Taoism, Mohism, Military, History...

From the words of a hundred schools of thought, the learning of sages, the daily life of the emperor, down to the talks of traffickers, rumors of pawns, and theories of workers and peasants... everything is included.

Even "The Encyclopedia of Design Rules of Uruk", "Phantom Species Genealogy", "Solomon's Key", "Eleven Uses of Dragon's Blood" with completely different styles are placed on the bookshelf.

But in this almost vast knowledge, there is only no record about "Nyos".

For all the knowledge there is, for all the space there is, for all that little place to store one's memories, there is always nowhere to be found.

Who am I?

This problem has never been so profound that Neos felt a kind of hollow torment, as if a piece of his heart was inexplicably missing, resulting in nothingness left in his whole being.

"Lord Neos, Lord Neos."

Someone shakes Neos out of his fugue.

He opened his eyes, and the High Priest Julio stood in front of him with a humble and respectful attitude.

"Randall is waiting for you outside." Fario touched his chest with his right hand and bowed slightly.

Neos got up: "Let him in."

"Yes."

Fario went out and brought Randall in.

Randall followed Fario, with a long sword on his waist, half-kneeled as soon as he entered, and bowed: "Lord Neos."

Neos noticed that he had clearly prepared for his arrival.

The animal skin on his body was replaced with new ones, the wound was cleaned, and water droplets were dripping from his long hair and beard.

Neos withdrew his gaze from looking at him, turned his back to him, and asked, "Can I trust you, Randall?"

"Of course, I would give my life for you," Randall said.

"Very good, then I will tell you the most critical plan, which is related to whether we can successfully escape the siege of the Romans, and we must not tell others." Nios said.

Randall glanced at Fario in the corner, then looked straight into Neos' eyes, hammered his chest hard, and shouted: "Life guaranteed!"

Neos let out a "hmm", lowered his head and rubbed his fingers, and the water vapor condensed on his fingertips.

The humidity in the air was very high. It had been raining the day before, but it finally stopped today, followed by a sudden drop in temperature. It was no wonder that Randall was wrapped in thick animal skins.

Moreover, Nios also learned from Fario that this place is located in a river valley, backed by a river, plus the sky watching last night...

It's going to be foggy.

"very good!"

Neos turned around suddenly and narrowed his eyes narrowly: "Then, in the name of the Druid's Green Prophet, I order you to lead your warriors and withdraw all the defenses in the forest today."

"Hey!" Randall was stunned, "but..."

"Don't you say you absolutely believe me?"

"Sorry, I'm just wondering." Randall bowed his head.

"No problem." Neos waved his hand, "I asked you to withdraw the defense because our next action does not require defense."

"What action?" Randall asked.

"Cross the river." Neos laughed.

"but......"

"But the ships have all been burned by the Romans, and there are soldiers patrolling the river?"

"Yes."

"Don't worry, this will require you and your warriors to temporarily cut down trees and build rafts." Nios said, "Recently, there has been a lot of rain and the river's flow has become faster, so we will take a raft at night and go down the river. "

"But if they ride..."

"It's okay, I will let Kaido and Cohen attack the Roman barracks as a restraint." Neos said softly.

"Then they won't!"

"Don't worry, trust me, they won't die." Neos patted Randall on the shoulder.

The burly man struggled a bit, but nodded, agreeing to his plan.

"Very well, then go out and start preparing immediately, we will cross the river tonight." Nios said.

......

Randall went out, and Neos told Fario to call Cohen again.

As soon as Cohen came in, Neos stared at him and said straight to the point: "Can I trust you, Cohen?"

Cohen snorted coldly, raised his chin, and stared at Neos without answering.

"Korn!" Fario sternly appeared, ready to reprimand him.

Neos raised his hand to stop him, looked at Cohen with a smile, and said, "It's okay, your attitude is not what I expected, after all, if you put anyone in your position, you probably won't believe in the so-called gods anymore. "

Cohen was silent for a few seconds, and said expressionlessly: "If it's okay, can I go first?"

"Of course, but I think you will be interested in the missing warrior under your command." Neos smiled.

"What do you mean!" Cohen frowned.