Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"Didn't Turner and the others just form the executive department?" Neos said.

"That's only a few hundred!" said Boudica.

"Is a few hundred people not enough?" Neos frowned.

"A few hundred people will be enough!"

Neos stared at her helplessly for a few seconds.

Then he licked his lips, took a deep breath, and asked, "Then I would like to ask Her Lady Queen, what is our city defense policy?"

Boudica hesitated for a long time, and said solemnly: "Defend the city and protect the people."

"No, neither,"

Nios shook his head and vetoed, with a firm attitude: "Our city defense policy is to make people believe that the city is protected!"

Boudica frowned, showing an incomprehensible expression: "Uh, let the Romans believe it?"

"No! How could it be a Roman!"

With an expression of "children can't be taught", Nios put his hands on the long table and said, "It's to make the residents of the city believe that the city has been protected!"

He paused: "Now, with Turner catching bad guys all day, the people already feel very safe,

So why keep those 4000 people and let them do nothing? "

"That's right, too snobbish..."

Boudica bit her nails: "...Kick people away when it's useless."

"It should be a British tradition to dismiss or reduce land troops!" Neos said in a deep voice.

"Huh?" Boudica felt his three views were shaken.

"Because we are an island country, no matter how much the island country develops its land army, it will definitely not be able to develop the mainland."

Neos said with a serious face: "So since you can't beat it no matter what, why keep it, why don't you use the money elsewhere."

Boudica remembered the absurd and bold proposal just now, and couldn't help laughing: "Like the navy?"

Neos nodded solemnly: "Yes, such as the navy."

Boudica froze, seeing his expression, suddenly dared not speak.

Can't I just tell him I'm joking?

"And one more thing, I have to remind Her Lady Queen." Neos took a deep breath.

Boudica lost the courage to refuse him: "Yeah, say it."

"If you don't dismiss those corrupt warriors, can it be seen that you are trying to cover these scumbags?" Neos asked in a low voice.

"How come, I should punish for sure!" Boudica shook his head.

"But people don't think so,"

Neos said in a deep voice: "They only know that as long as those warriors are under your command for a day, then you will be blamed for the shitty things they did!"

Boudica was stunned, and panicked instantly: "Why, why?"

"Probably because they used your name when they robbed and recruited." Nios raised his eyebrows.

Although that's what I told them to say...

Neos continued: "As long as you dismiss them, no matter what crimes they commit in the future, you can punish them boldly and confidently, and then the people will applaud!"

Boudica was obviously moved, and asked with a frown, "Is there really nothing wrong with this?"

"Of course not. After becoming free citizens, those warriors will either be obedient and obedient, and be a normal citizen, working hard to support themselves."

Nios shook his head: "Either we are forced to commit crimes for livelihood, and be caught and severely punished by Turner, which will increase our prestige in the hearts of the people in vain."

"Or better yet..."

His voice suddenly lowered, and he squinted his eyes to look directly at Boudica: "They don't want to work, and they don't want to be punished. They can only run away and join other leaders, for example..."

Boudica laughed tremblingly.

Yes, she also forgot a very important person.

"...Elbos in London."

(Wanzi to add to the fun)

Chapter 75 Chapter 74 The Battle of Whitling Avenue

In London, the wind blows and the wind whimpers.

"It's going to cool down again." The leader, Epos, was wearing a fox fur, standing at the gate of the Governor's Mansion, muttering to himself.

He pushed the door of the mansion open, and the cold wind hit his face, snowflakes rushed in and dazzled his eyes, his face seemed to be scratched by a knife.

The leader behind him became anxious: "Are we really going to go, can't we hide in the city and wait until the winter is over?"

"This city can't accommodate us anymore. The city residents riot every day, and the warriors can't even kill them cleanly."

Epos's face was gloomy: "Boudica snatched the last food before leaving, and now even some warriors have begun to express their dissatisfaction publicly."

"What a crazy woman!" The leader cursed.

"No, Boudica would not have thought of this method, it should be the idea of ​​the Green Prophet!"

Epos said in a deep voice: "The first time I saw him at the negotiation meeting, I already knew that he was an unscrupulous person.

And this kind of person will use all available methods to achieve his goal! "

"What a terrible person, maybe he even knows that we will send troops at such a time." The leader flashed fear.

"No matter how insidious he is, he's just a human being, and it's impossible for him to know what I'm thinking..."

When Epos said this, his heart was a little empty, but he still pretended to be tough: "Besides, he is just a human being, not a god. The gods left this world a long time ago."

"Although you say so, is it really a good choice for us to send troops this time?"

The leader frowned: "Because it looks like there will be a lot of snow this year?"

"Well, since Boudica can conquer a city with so few people, we have twice the number of hers, there is no reason why we can't." Epos scratched his chin, where there was a slight stubble growing, and he hadn't shaved for a long time up.

"But she is going west, and it is Gatus. If we go north, we may hit Paulinus!" The leader became more anxious.

"Snapped!"

Epos's old face suddenly flashed sharply, he turned around and grabbed his collar, and pushed him against the wall: "Then what else do we have to do! Starve to death in this city!

Still waiting for the group of Romans to chop our heads off! "

He gritted his teeth and exhaled white air between his teeth, like a very hungry old wolf: "...or worse, our hungry warriors will eat us first!"

The leader faltered, he avoided the old man's stern eyes, trembled all over, and dared not speak.

Epos let go of him, and he fell heavily to the cold ground.

The old man looked down, his eyes were cold: "So, gather your tribe now, we must arrive before the snow falls!"

"Ah, yes..."

The leader rubbed his neck and hesitated for a moment: "What about the families of the warriors?"

Epos struggled for a moment, gritted his teeth: "We can't bring so many people!"

"but......"

"Don't they like this city, let them live here forever!"

Silent for a long time.

"Oh."

......

North West London, St Osborne.

Paulinus and his lieutenant rode on horseback, their red cloaks being rolled up by the cold wind.

It was extremely cold, but he still had his thighs bare, and he rode on his horse, scanning the camp.

His face was like iron, with a tough temperament from his bones, and he listened to the adjutant's report on the situation.

"Boudica broke through Winchester, Gatus was captured, and the main force of the Second Army and its auxiliary army... were all killed." The adjutant's tone was a little dripping.

After hearing the last word, Paulinus' expression instantly cracked a bit, like ice breaking and water leaking out.

He sighed lowly: "Their souls will eventually receive the honor they deserve in the trial of the God of War."

After finishing speaking, he stopped, clenched his fist with his right hand, and gently placed his fist on his chest, silently mourning.

The adjutant also lowered his head and closed his eyes.

The cold wind rolled the snowflakes and danced wildly, and the sky and the earth were pale, as if someone was crying.

After a long time, Paulinus opened his eyes, his expression hard again: "So, how about the assembled troops?"

"We have the No.14 Corps, a detachment of the 20th Corps, and some auxiliary troops..." the adjutant hesitated.

Paulinus glanced at him coldly: "How many people in total?"

"7000 legionary infantry, fully armed, and 4000 auxiliary legion brigades and two small cavalry regiments, a total of 11000 people."

"Where's the enemy?"

"Since learning that London has been breached, tribes have been defecting to Epos stationed in London. Now, according to the intelligence analysis of the scouts, there are about 15 Celtics in London."

Paulinus was silent for a long time before waving his hand: "Cut it in half, the Celts always bring their relatives with them when they fight, and now that winter is coming, they can no longer carry their burdens!"

"Yes, but even so, the enemy's strength is several times that of ours." The adjutant showed embarrassment.

"Wars are not just based on military strength. Didn't Gatus hold a legion in his hand and was completely wiped out by 5000 people?" Paulinus said coldly, his expression was full of rage, like red-hot iron.

"Even so..."

"So we must choose the location of the battle carefully!" Paulinus raised his hand, not allowing the adjutant to speak again.