Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Neos paused and thought for a while: "That is, people tend to underestimate and forget the long-term benefits; but they always miss the helping hand at the time of the abyss."

Boudica thought for a long time, and pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment: "Could you please make it simpler."

Nios put it another way: "It's better to give charcoal in the snow than the icing on the cake."

"..." Boudica blinked.

Neos said again. "Those who cannot get it are in turmoil, and those who are favored are confident."

"Oh." Boudica nodded, although he still didn't understand.

Neos breathed a sigh of relief: "So, it doesn't matter whether Ania told Her Lady Queen about this plan."

Boudica panicked.

Nios pretended not to see it, and said righteously, "I hope you can stand firm, and when necessary, support justice, eliminate the strong and help the weak, even if that person is me!"

"Hey, your own people beat your own people, what kind of way is this to help the weak?" Boudica sighed a long time, still a little reluctant in his heart.

So she scratched her red hair, raised her head, and tentatively suggested: "Why don't you try again and take us to fight the Romans again?"

Neos looked calm and glanced at her.

"Roma is too strong to beat now."

......

Late at night, the Queen's Mansion, the meeting hall.

Nios sat on the bench in front of the fireplace, resting his chin on both hands, looking ahead.

Flames danced, illuminating the faces of dozens of warriors in the hall, each with their heads bowed.

According to the queen's order, they should have gone to collect food with others at this moment, but they stood here with the moral trend in their hearts.

"So, can you give me a reason?" Neos said lightly.

The coercion is as heavy as a mountain.

Neos's attitude towards up and down has always been polar opposite.

In front of Queen Boudica, he had always been smiling and condescending, but in front of his subordinates, he was even stricter than the devil.

"Ah, actually, this is my idea..."

In the crowd, Turner raised his hand and stepped forward, with a loose and decadent expression: "Because I think, although we warriors are all scum, we can't be scum for this."

Is this stabbing me secretly, saying that I am a scum?

Nios narrowed his eyes, looking at this man who usually had a very low sense of existence: "Oh, really."

He said the question in a declarative tone, full of pressure.

Turner thought he was a person who didn't care about anything, but when facing Neos, he felt as timid as meeting a natural enemy.

He bit his lip hard, with a pair of dead fish eyes hanging, and gave a stiff "um".

"Then what about them, the same as you?" Neos raised his chin.

"They..." Turner took a deep breath, bared his teeth, and turned his head to glance at his companion who came with him.

They weren't all warriors of the Iceni, but all had the same conscience now.

"We are just like him!" said a Kandy warrior.

"Yes!"

"We can't do this kind of thing!"

"We are warriors! Not bandits!"

The crowd was excited, the warriors beat their breasts and roared, and everyone patted each other on the shoulder and encouraged each other in protest.

"Almost stop."

He raised his right hand, his voice was so calm that it was not human, and he suppressed all the hustle and bustle in the hall.

"So, tell me, besides you, is there anyone else like this?" Neos' dark eyes were expressionless, scanning everyone.

"Of course Celtic warriors aren't all garbage!"

"We are just their representatives!"

"We will never carry out such an order!"

interesting......

Nios stood up slowly, looked around everyone, and smiled: "I have no right to judge your actions, so I can't punish you."

After a moment of silence, surprise flashed in the eyes of all the warriors, and everyone looked at each other and smiled.

"But I believe that Her Majesty the Queen will give you a fair judgment."

After Neos finished speaking, Moshen opened the door and left.

The samurai didn't react and were immediately put on play.

The meeting hall became quiet, the door was open, and in the night, raindrops fell.

The cold wind blew in, the flames in the fireplace shrank suddenly, and the coldness spread.

Then, in the night, footsteps sounded, and the woman walked in in the rain, her red hair was scattered, and water droplets slipped from the tips of her hair.

"Boudica...Queen?" Turner looked at her, blank for a moment.

However, seeing Her Lady Queen glanced at him, she looked away and scanned the crowd, as if she was simplifying her own army.

"I am very satisfied that you can make such a choice,"

Boudica paused: "I'm also very pleased that you didn't choose to fall!"

Everyone was silent, but their expressions were extremely touching.

It's always good to have big people backing you up.

"However, some of our former comrades-in-arms made other choices!"

Boudica froze his face, trembling with cold: "Perhaps the long war took away their humanity, and we found that they have changed!

Or maybe they haven't changed at all, but the war has covered up their ugliness! "

"But I still want to say that when they stretch their swords to the weak, they have already betrayed us! They even betrayed the original intention of this war!"

Doubled the applause, piles of roars almost shattered the hall.

No one expected that Her Lady Queen would support them so much.

Turner smiled, coping with the interactions of his companions, but never took his eyes off his queen.

"So, warriors!"

Boudica shouted: "You are willing to turn into my swords to punish those comrades who betrayed us!

Even if we abandon that friendship, we must absolutely pull them to the right path! "

"Yes, Her Lady Queen!" Everyone shouted in unison.

Boudica nodded in satisfaction, glanced at everyone, and when she stopped at Turner, she smiled.

Turner pursed his lips and smiled too.

OK.....

he said silently.

......

Outside, it rained harder and harder.

The hustle and bustle became less and less, and the black clouds were visible to the naked eye, and the whole city was filled with despair and choking.

And the only light among them was right behind Neos. The light and heat stood firm in the hall, and the solemn oath sounded.

"Long night is here, the open fire is not extinguished, I sincerely sincerely!

Swear before the gods and queen!

I volunteer to dedicate my life to a noble cause!

I will be loyal to the Queen, and to the Celts!

I will safeguard the honor of the queen, fulfill my duties, and not be afraid of sacrifices!

I will treat the weak kindly and fight against the strong!

I will fight against all mistakes and fight for the defenseless!

......"

Nios looked at the city silently, and the girl in the hood squatted on the roof and looked at him.

There was a faint determination in his expression, his black eyes were like a black sea with dark tides, and his thoughts were clear.

"Instigate conflicts, divide the group, win over the obedient, and form them into an executive department responsible for violence..." Neos muttered to himself.

But what's next?

After thinking for a while, he first looked at the brightly lit mansion not far away. This is the center of the city, where every inch of land is expensive, and the surrounding households are either rich or expensive.

At the same time, it is also the main force of rich merchants who buy grain.

Nios let out a breath and narrowed his eyes slightly: "The next step is to fight the local tyrants and divide the fields."

So, what's next?

He looked at the noisy place outside the city. The warriors had not yet finished collecting food, but he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "The next step is the Gongyang Biography—"The gentleman is for the "Spring and Autumn", set aside the troubled times, and reverse the righteousness." !

This so-called, set things right! "

. . . . . .

(No, the new introduction has also been submitted, I don’t know when it will be passed;

Another py book,

"I, the novelist!not a warrior