Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Fario stood by the river with his hands on his back, silently watching the endless river.

Behind him, young priests are reading their divinations under the mistletoe.

The golden spoon-shaped divination spoon is divided into four areas. After sprinkling the bone powder of the previous high priest, the believers cover another piece of divination spoon with a drill hole, and then insert the straw tube into the drill hole and blow violently.

Say the spell again, and open the divination key with great devotion.

The face of the believer suddenly changed, and he raised his head suddenly: "Teacher!"

Fario didn't look back: "How did it turn out?"

The believers did not answer.

"Really..." Fario guessed the result of the divination, stared at the sky silently, and let out a long sigh.

"However, isn't Lord Neos a god? Why is the result of divination still..." the believers wondered.

"Yeah, so who should we trust?" Fario whispered.

He remembered what Neos said again.

To be honest, even before that, Fario had already felt hopeless.

His teacher, the previous druid high priest, had told him about the power and brutality of the Romans long before that, the Celtic gods had failed to help them avoid conquest.

But now, the Romans established their cities on this land.

Those residences made of huge stones, magnificent temples, tall triumphal gates, and diversion channels like long rivers, bringing the river water from the high mountains to his front.

To the Celts, these were miracles comparable to Stonehenge.

Therefore, Fario has long given up hope, and even has the idea that the Celtic gods have already surrendered to Rome.

But at this moment, Neos answered his call.

Although he told himself that he was not a god, who else could he trust in himself now?

Anyway, it is death anyway, it is better to make the last struggle in the name of human beings for a chance of life.

Fario thought of those warriors and believers who sacrificed for Celtic, and made up his mind.

"Mel," he called out.

"What's the matter, teacher?" the believer asked.

Fario bit his lip, turned around, looked at his student with a serious expression.

"At any time, you must trust Master Neos!"

......

night.

Nios walked out of the place where the ceremony was held, came to the crowd, sat down by the bonfire, and comforted people by relying on his appearance and temperament.

People were amazed at the amiability of Lord Shenshen, so the restless mood stabilized.

And Neos was waiting, and that was the only thing he could do now.

A gamble involving all available resources, all calculations, just for the sake of survival.

Fario followed Neos every step of the way, watching him smile at every believer and soldier, and then comfort them "everything will be fine" in the language he learned in five days.

Fario had already gone to the bathroom six times, rubbing his hands, his heart beating wildly.

But seeing Nios always maintain the appearance of "everything is under control", I can't help admiring it.

So he asked, "Lord Neos, aren't you afraid?"

You must know that if the Romans caught him, a pagan god, they would never let him go without torture to show the superiority of the Roman gods.

"I'm afraid." But Neos' answer was unexpected.

"But what's the use of being afraid?" Neos turned his head to look at Fario, still smiling.

"Three pieces of advice for you, Fario," he sighed, holding up three fingers.

"One, when you decide to do something, or when something happens, never allow yourself to stay in useless feelings;

Second, the battlefield is changing rapidly, so the person who wins in the end is often not the strongest one;

Third, the situation we are in leaves me with no choice to be afraid, so I can only choose not to be afraid. "

His voice was clearly audible, like cool water enveloping a beating heart. Fario calmed down and looked at Neos with burning eyes.

Then a heartfelt, deep bow.

Sure enough, only a god with extremely high wisdom would say such a thing.

A Celtic warrior ran over and broke the quiet atmosphere.

"Lord Neos, Lord Kaido is back!"

Neos turned around suddenly, smiled silently, and a stern light flashed across his narrowed eyes.

"Very well, let them come over."

Soon.

The sound of horseshoes came from the forest.

There was a flash of red light, and the crowd howled in horror, and the believers in green clothes dispersed instantly, like frightened birds and beasts.

Among them, Kaido came on horseback, followed by more than 50 Roman soldiers with daggers hanging from their waists.

Roman soldiers wore bright red cloaks, chain mail, and dark yellow helmets on their heads. The cheek guards hanging down on both sides of the helmets could protect their faces from injury.

Everyone is strong and strong, their complexion is ashen, and there is an aura of iron and blood from all over their bodies.

Neos looked at the group of Roman soldiers and the square shields on their horses, and imagined that they held the shields in their hands, formed a square formation, and advanced step by step with their daggers in hand.

This is simply a group of machines built for war.

The Celtics did not lose unjustly. Fighting against this group of people is simply a blow to dimensionality reduction.

But fortunately, Neos has no idea of ​​fighting the Romans head-on.

When he greeted the leading Roman soldiers with a smile, he slammed the cup in his hand.

The old-fashioned throwing a cup as a sign, the female priest who was screaming just now suddenly stood up, flicked her hair, rolled up her sleeves, revealing her thick arms and thighs, and took out a dagger from under her skirt.

One and two are actually big men in women's clothing.

Not to mention that there were Celtic warriors ambushing in the forest, who suddenly rose up, howled and rushed out, pulling down the Roman soldiers who were still in a state of confusion within a few seconds.

Without even saying a word, the short sword and dagger stabbed into their chest and abdomen.

"This..." Kaido was stunned by this scene.

"My lord!" He stared at Neos.

"Why are you doing this, do you know that this will incur the wrath of the Romans!"

Neos looked at him like a fool: "So, if I don't do this, will the result be better?"

"But, but..." Kaido stomped his feet in a panic.

"But it will damage your image with the Romans, won't it?" Neos smiled.

"What!" Kaido's face turned pale instantly.

"You don't really think what you're doing is perfect, do you?"

Neos raised his chin lightly, and glanced at Fario: "Even a fool can see the flaws you showed, don't you think so, Fario?"

The corner of Fario's mouth twitched, showing an ugly smile, and nodded: "Ah, yes."

Neos understood in seconds, and couldn't help but rubbed the center of his brows: "Sorry, I seem to have forgotten to tell you."

Fario was stunned: "Say what?"

Neos shrugged: "There was never any bribery of the patrol, I said it casually."

Kaido was dumbfounded.

"Also what I told Cohen about cooperating inside and outside, and Randall's crossing the river while taking advantage of the chaos, are all fake, just to use fake information to mobilize opponents, and then use this to find opportunities to escape."

Neos smiled: "But I didn't expect that the other party actually believed my words, and actually caught a big fish."

Kaido was completely desperate, his pale face and lips trembling.

Fario stared at him too.

So no one actually trusts this person?

"And this is not the magic of the gods, it's just simple, mortal wisdom."

Neos stepped forward, patted Kaido on the shoulder, and leaned into his ear and whispered, "Thank you to that Roman general for me, and thank you for the horse he sent."

Chapter 5 All tactics are changed

In the middle of the night, the big tent of the Roman military camp was brightly lit.

Paulinus stands in front of the map, with nearby mountains, rivers, and forests in sight.

"We have received information that they are logging and building ships during the day, and it is estimated that they will escape from the rivers and mountains at night tonight." The deputy general is making a report.

"It's okay, I have already arranged defenses downstream, and the river bank is also deployed." Paulinus said.

"There is also information that someone will attack the camp tonight, and the Druid guards on the inside and the Celtic tribe on the outside will attack at the same time." The lieutenant general said.

"It should be just a feint attack, for the purpose of restraining the Druids from fleeing." Paulinus waved his hands, his tone resolute.

"Then it is enough to let a small number of people defend, and the rest follow me, and together with Kaido, we will flank the druids."

Paulinus nodded and clenched his fist, "I want to capture that god with my own hands!"

"Oh, is that really a god?" The lieutenant general smiled.

"There are so many people who claim to be children of the gods, so it is not surprising that there are people who claim to be gods."

Paulinus smiled: "But whether he is a god or not, it is impossible to stop the pace of the Roman legion."

The lieutenant was about to flatter, but the orderly rushed in suddenly, and ran up to Paulinus with a "da da da".