Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Let people not only sound those legends and myths.

Many stories happened in the thick fog.

The sound of hoofs.

Suddenly, a large group of people and horses emerged from the smoke, with red robes and gold armor, short swords and square shields, and their bare shoulders were wet with mist.

Paulinus bowed his head and swept across the mess, charcoal smoke, corpses of remnants of soldiers, and the Roman flag with red background and gold border fell on the muddy ground.

He dismounted expressionlessly, picked up the general flag while half kneeling, and shook it twice, trying to shake off the mud spots, but the clotted blood on it couldn't be shaken off no matter what.

A soldier came up to Paulinus.

"What's the situation?" Paulinus asked, tearing apart the military flag and looking at it.

"The lieutenant general was killed in battle." The soldier looked sad.

Paulinus gave a "hmm" and motioned for him to continue.

"All the slaves captured from various tribes in Wales fled, there were not many horses left, and all the food and grass were burned."

Paulinus' expression finally changed.

If the food and grass are burned, it means that he either retreats from Wales to England, or forcibly collects military food from the newly conquered tribes.

Either retreat, or endure the possibility of Welsh tribes rebelling.

"And..." The soldier had something to say.

"What else?" Paulinus sighed resignedly.

"And our eagle flag was also taken away."

After the soldier finished speaking, Paulinus covered his face.

The eagle flag made of gold is the symbol of every Roman legion. When the leader of the conquered tribe declares his allegiance, the head of the legion will let the leader take off all his clothes as a humiliation, and then put the golden eagle in front of him. Ask him to kiss the eagle's head as a sign of willingness to accept Roman rule.

When Caesar went out to fight Gaul, the eagle flag was lost, and the emperor was very anxious.

Because the soldiers have been out fighting for many years, they are nostalgic for their hometown, and their morale is low. If the symbolic eagle flag is lost again, the soldiers will definitely think it is a sign of bad luck for the legion commander.

The light ranges from war weariness, and the heavy ranges from rebellion.

Now Paulinus faced the same situation.

Then I thought that the god was wearing the clothes of a Roman soldier, holding high the Roman eagle flag, and there was a long line of slaves behind him.

Then the road will be smooth and unimpeded, and no one will block it.

Paulinus couldn't help rubbing the flag on his hand and throwing it down.

"Fuck!"

I swear on the name of the Roman gods, he has never met such a difficult opponent in his life.

......

On the other side, Neos was already leisurely wearing the Roman military uniform, holding high the golden eagle flag, swaggeringly came to the lower reaches of the river, to meet Randall and Fario who had arrived in advance.

Last night, the two sides held back, the river was unimpeded, and the believers were able to escape smoothly.

And Nios was even more unexpected. He personally led the army, boldly penetrated into the enemy's belly, cooperated with Korn and killed hundreds of enemies.

Cohen followed behind him obediently, not daring to say another word.

There is no way, who let this life be saved by the gods.

And Fario, who knew everything in detail, was even more admirable.

He even guessed that Master Neos had already thought up all the plans when he met the three leaders.

"But I still don't understand some details." Fario followed him silently and asked in a low voice.

"What details?"

"Since you met Kaido, did your lord know that he was a traitor?" Fario asked.

"No, I actually don't believe anyone, whether it's Kaido who was exposed early, or Randall who looks very sincere." Nios rode forward and glanced at Randall behind him.

"So if there are three people and three pieces of information, as long as one of them is a traitor, then false information can be used to guide the enemy's actions;

And if someone is not a traitor, then false information can turn false into real action. "

Nios said indifferently: "It's like Randall's crossing the river, and Cohen's flanking strategy."

Randall was secretly surprised, seeing this kind of thing for the first time.

"And as long as the enemy's actions can be mobilized, then the subsequent strategies can follow the trend and lead to benefits."

Neos went on to say: "The so-called inflicting damage on people but not inflicting damage on people is the principle of all military tactics."

Fario was confused, he could clearly understand the words he said, but he couldn't understand them at all after connecting them together.

Now he can only praise him loudly, like a teammate who can only shout "nice" and "666".

But when he calmed down a bit, Fario followed what Nios said just now, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the wisdom of this god was unfathomable.

For example, why did Cohen be sent to attack the camp? On the surface, it was to restrain him, but in fact, it was to weaken his strength, so that he could better control the leader who no longer believed in God.

Fario subconsciously glanced at Cohen, then at Neos.

Bottom of my heart, I was afraid for a while.

Could he, in fact, have never believed me at all, just like he never believed anyone else.

So, is he already in his scheme?

If Neos knew what he was thinking, he would probably laugh and comfort him for thinking too much.

Because people who are worthless will not be counted.

Chapter 7 Future

The wind from the ocean rolled up a thick fog, and Neos was resting under the oak forest next to the mountain road with a small team.

The horses were drinking from the mountain spring, Fario led his apprentices to gather branches, and Randall was out hunting.

Cohen and the other slaves had been released.

Nios sat on the fur not far away, closing his eyes and wandering.

He is sneaking his consciousness into the memory palace, recalling everything he has learned in his mind, to see if there are any clues about his life experience.

A person's experience can affect a person's personality, so can I infer my own experience through my own personality?

And whether the knowledge in those minds can peek out what he used to be.

There are two sections of history that I have learned in my memory, one is the short but glorious history of Uruk, which is relatively vague, and I can only remember the king named Gilgamesh.

One section is the land of the Central Plains, the ancient Chinese people, from Yao and Shun Zen, to the unification of the Great Qin Dynasty, from the inheritance of the Qin system from the Han Dynasty, to the Ji Han rule of chaos, and the unification of the Three Kingdoms... After that, there is no relevant historical knowledge.

Then it is very likely that I am a person from Ji Han recorded in the history books, and of course it is not ruled out that I may be a person from a later dynasty.

From what I have learned so much, I can also infer that the family background may be good, and there is a high probability of being born in an aristocratic family. Otherwise, it would be impossible to read so many books, especially in that era of knowledge monopoly.

From the appearance of the memory palace, you can boldly guess whether you have been an official or a general, otherwise you would not be so familiar with this place...

And what did he go through after that, so that he would leave traces in Uruk, so that he would be summoned by people in this world?

The horse beside him grunted and shook its head, dripping water from its mane.

Neos opened his eyes and called out, "Fario."

Fario tucked the branch under his arm and hurried over.

"What's the matter, Master Neos?" Fario lowered the branch and asked with a bow.

"How did you summon me?"

Fario was stunned for a moment, and sighed: "This is a very old record, so old that I don't know when it was handed down."

"Go on."

"I only know that the high priest of the previous generation told me, and the druid high priest of each generation will pass it on by word of mouth." Fario said

"Find the mud from the summit of the misty mountains, and the water of Avalon's lake, and mix the two for your body;

Hewed down the root of the oldest oak in the Forbidden Forest, which is your supreme wisdom, and finally put the three into the Holy Grail;

With the Holy Grail as the center, draw symbols that condense magic power in Stonehenge and the oak forest, and finally read the summoning words to complete the summoning. "

"Foggy Mountain?" Neos heard a lot of confusion from it.

"The highest point in Wales, the Mountain of Giants shrouded in mist. It is said that there are giants living there; and Lake Avalon is just below the mountain. It is said that it is a secret place guarded by the fairies of the lake." Fario raised his head and looked to the north.

"Legend..." Neos complained softly.

"Even if adults don't believe in giants and fairies, don't forget that you are also a legendary god." Fario said calmly.

Nios felt that he had been silently stabbed.

So I am not a god, not even a human being?

"What about the Holy Grail?" he changed the subject.

"That is the only cup that can hold the blood of the gods. It is cast in the deepest part of the ocean and is made of magical gold. It has been passed down for thousands of years. It is also the only medium that can summon you. It is the existence of your heart." Fario said.

"Heart?" Neos covered his heart, only feeling the regular beating.

"Yes, it has already integrated into your body." Fario nodded.

"So this summoning ceremony is only used to summon me, not other gods?"

"The Holy Grail is your symbol, there is no other god but you." Fario shook his head.

"Are there other Holy Grails?" Neos asked.

"do not know."

"is it?"

Nios pondered for a moment, and suddenly thought of something, he couldn't help chuckling: "Then if I summon in the same way, will I summon myself, or will I summon other gods?"

Fario was stunned, surprised by the adult's imagination, and then panicked.