Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"Report!!!!"

Paulinus frowned.

The lieutenant general had already begun to yell: "Calm down, how can the Roman soldiers be so panicked!"

"But, but..." The orderly blushed and was speechless for a long time.

"It's okay, relax a little, talk slowly if you have something to say." Paulinus said lightly.

The orderly took a breath: "The soldiers brought by Kaido were ambushed by the Celts in the oak forest."

"What!" The lieutenant's eyes were as big as copper bells.

"Kaido!" Paulinus immediately thought of the problem.

"That son of a bitch!" The lieutenant also reacted.

While cursing, he looked at Paulinus: "We have been betrayed!"

"No, Kaido shouldn't know, it's the god who told him the plan." Paulinus said solemnly.

"He was exposed?" the lieutenant asked.

"Well, it should be. Although I warned him, he still didn't pay attention." Paulinus nodded.

"That idiot!" the lieutenant cursed loudly.He was always offended by the weak Celtic warrior.

"So now it's equivalent to giving the druids horses and equipment for nothing, and they can escape at any time." Paulinus sighed.

"And we withdrew the patrol..." the lieutenant was bitter.

"Then we can only go after them now, we must not let them run away!"

Paulinus slapped the table with an unquestionable tone, "You stay in the camp and bring some people to take charge of the defense.

Then call all the remaining soldiers, I will lead the team to pursue them personally, and catch their gods with my own hands! "

......

In the dark of night, the fire-headed soldiers in front held up their torches to open the way. Paulinus put his legs between his legs and rode his horse to follow behind the fire.

Hundreds of horses stomped on the ground at the same time, making a deafening sound, and galloped towards the Forbidden Forest.

If a few days ago, when they were marching, there would have been Celtic warriors rushing out from the side or behind in the forest, taking advantage of the chaos to harass them, and then retreating quickly, so that the Romans could not catch their buttocks.

But now there is no obstacle at all, Paulinus directly leads the troops to drive straight in.

So something went wrong!

Paulinus, looking sullen, quickened his advance.

And when he finally arrived at the Forbidden Forest, his expression became even more ugly.

Inside Stonehenge, the corpses of dozens of Roman soldiers were lying on the muddy ground. Each corpse was covered with numerous scars, and their death conditions were miserable. It is conceivable how tortured these people were before they died.

The veins on Paulinus' temples throbbed crazily, and his expression looked like a red-hot iron.

kill him!kill him!Definitely catch that so-called god!

Then crucify him!

"My lord, I found footprints, they ran this way!" A soldier shouted.

"Very good, ready to pursue!" Paulinus growled.

Then another soldier shouted: "My lord, there are still people alive here!"

"What!" Paulinus was shocked, and turned to look at the soldier who spoke.

"There are still people alive, but breathing very lightly!" The speaking soldier pointed to the "corpse" under him.

Although the "corpse" has been blurred to the point where its appearance cannot be seen clearly, if you observe carefully, you can still find that his chest is rising and falling slightly.

"Everyone, search for the survivors first, and then the second and third teams send them back to the barracks for treatment as quickly as possible!" Paulinus immediately gave the order.

The soldiers still hadn't reacted.

Paulinus shouted angrily, "Quick!"

The soldiers just started to move.

"The rest of them pursue with me, and they must catch up with the group of backward barbarians and avenge their fellow countrymen!" Paulinus said loudly.

The anger of the soldiers was drawn out, and they shouted in unison, and their morale rose for a while.

The soldiers in charge of the wounded tried their best to keep talking to their dying teammates, so as to give them encouragement and let them persevere.

After a while, the sound of horseshoes sounded, and Paulinus led his troops to pursue again.

In the darkness of night, the chase begins.

The horse team in front did not dare to light the flames at all, so they could only move forward in the dark. In the forest, the progress of the forward progress was touchingly slow.

And the Roman cavalry in the rear.

Suffering from the low visibility and the thickening fog in the forest, the Roman cavalry could only stop and chase.

Although the distance between the two sides was gradually narrowing, they remained stalemate until the sky gradually dawned. In the end, the horsepower ahead was insufficient, and Paulinus was barely able to catch up.

In the early hours of the morning, the sky began to turn white, but the fog was getting thicker and thicker, and the visibility was not even late at night.

After receiving the information from the front scouts, Paulinus finally gave the order to encircle.

In an instant, the surrounding cavalry troops attacked violently, and the sound of horseshoes sounded like swift wind and fierce fire, which showed the discipline of the Roman legion.

In less than 5 minutes, the fleeing team was surrounded.

"You are finished! Don't think about begging for mercy to spare your lives. Starting today, the druids will completely disappear from the world!" Paulinus held the rein, raised his chin, and said loudly.

After the words fell, the soldiers had already drawn their spears and short swords.

But when it was approaching, the situation made Paulinus a little confused.

Because these people who escaped overnight are not what they expected.

On the contrary, it was a little strange.

Because they were all tied to horses, wearing animal skins, and their heads were covered, they could only sway and make a "woo woo woo" sound.

Paulinus thought "no", and hurriedly dismounted the soldiers, dragged one of them down, and took off his hood.

And the person who appeared in front of them surprised everyone.

With short light brown hair and light green eyes, after removing the rope from his mouth, he even shouted fluent Latin.

"Soldiers! Wounded soldiers!" he yelled.

Paulinus's brain seemed to be struck by lightning for an instant, and a thunderstorm sounded in his mind.

He thought of the wounded "Roman soldiers" he ordered to send back to the barracks at Stonehenge. At that time, because of his anger and the cover of the night, he didn't confirm their identities at all.

So, actually they've...

Oops!

Chapter 6

Many years later, when Cohen died on the battlefield, the first thing he thought of was that foggy morning, that was the first time he refreshed his views on Lord Neos.

In the early hours of the morning, according to the order of Neos, Cohen attacked the camp while the wounded returned to the camp at night.

So how did Neos judge that there were wounded soldiers returning to camp?

Although Cohen was puzzled, he knew that the situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly, so he launched an attack in the dark while most of the soldiers in the battalion greeted him.

For a while, the battle roared loudly. Although the Romans were a little flustered by the roar, after the central centurion whistled, nearly a hundred Roman infantry immediately formed an array on the spot, ready to meet the enemy.

Although the Roman soldiers went out in pursuit, there were only a few soldiers left in the battalion, but their soldiers were well-armored, especially after forming a battle formation, even though there were fewer enemies and more enemies, the Celtic warriors with superb martial arts skills were still helpless.

In contrast, the Celts were more bold and unrestrained, with no formations, no side containment and cover, one or two armed with weapons, just like bison migrating, roaring and rushing towards the front.

But the whistle sounded again.

Facing the battle roar, the Roman infantry in the first row showed no fear, raised their shields expressionlessly, squatted halfway, and hid their daggers on one side.

The infantry in the back row maintained the same gait, and supported the backs of the teammates in front with their hands, helping the teammates who were facing the enemy on the first line to share the pressure.

The Celts approached quickly, swinging their swords violently at the soldiers.

However, the Roman infantry raised their shields to block them, and then the dagger protruded out, piercing the Celtic warrior's naked body precisely and deadly.

After the stabbing, without stopping, he immediately drew back the short sword and erected the shield to welcome the next round of attacks.

Just like a city wall erected in the air, the Celts couldn't cross the phalanx of Roman infantry at all. Even if they jumped high and broke into the formation from above, they were only stabbed by the soldiers behind them.

The Roman soldiers who were thinking of meeting the enemy were exhausted, but they didn't expect the centurion to blow his whistle again.

The infantry in the first row quickly stood up, retracted their shields, and withdrew from the gap in the formation.

The Celts were about to take the opportunity to attack, but the soldiers in the second row seamlessly connected and replaced the position of the first row, raising their shields to meet the enemy in the same posture.

Such discipline, such obedience...

Can't win at all!

Cohen couldn't help feeling angry and desperate, accompanied by hatred for that god.

In fact, he should have known earlier that there was no cooperation from inside and outside, and there was no attack from outside forces at all.

Everything is just a scam, in fact, that god has already escaped.

Cohen laughed at himself, looking down at the long sword in his hand.

But this is also good, rather than living in the forbidden forest, it is better to die happily.

It's just a pity that the warriors who have been fighting with me are still young, and many of them have family members...

But when he was meditating, he saw the flames behind the Roman soldiers rising into the sky, the orange light dyed the sky red from the bottom up, and the heat wave hit.

Then I heard the soldiers who escaped from the camp shout: "There is a ghost!"

......

Above the grassland in the valley, a milky white fog filled the air, making everything hazy.