Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

He did not like this pre-war pessimism.

"I don't have much food left in the city, and it happens to be almost consumed now,"

Paulinus was straightforward, as if what he said was the truth: "So the other party will definitely rush to find me for a decisive battle, and end this uprising in one fell swoop!"

"Understood!" The adjutant nodded, expressing his habit of the governor's decisive style.

"The location of the decisive battle will definitely be the Roman Avenue. We will camp in the wasteland on the west side of the Avenue, and let all the soldiers rest and wait for orders."

Paulinus said: "Release all the cavalry, scout all the movements in the vicinity, and report as soon as you find it!"

"Yes!"

"When the enemy is found, let the soldiers set up in a valley in the northwest."

"Is there any deep meaning in doing this?"

Paulinus glanced at the adjutant: "If we fight less, we must use other methods to eliminate the opponent's advantage.

There are cliffs on both sides of the valley, so the opponent cannot use troops to outflank; behind the valley is a forest, which can prevent the side from being flanked;

As long as we hold Taniguchi right in front of us and form a dense formation, we only face a small number of enemies head-on at a time, and the enemy's superiority in strength will not be able to be brought into play. "

"Just like Sparta!" The adjutant was a little excited.

Paulinus gave a "hmm" and didn't think it was a big deal: "We use the high to fight the low, and then arrange the auxiliary army to buffer behind us, and the cavalry will act as the winners and losers on the two wings..."

"Then we will win!"

Rarely, Paulinus smiled, as if the transparent glass was broken, and the smile was stiff and cold.

But he was not very happy in his heart, because he knew that it was nothing if he used ten thousand Roman soldiers to fight one hundred thousand Celtic barbarians.

Because not far away, a man commanded [-] Celts to defeat [-] Roman soldiers.

In comparison, this is a more terrifying thing.

Paulinus was so deeply autonomous that he could never do such a thing.

And if in the future, the two have the same strength and confront each other, can they really defeat him?

Paulinus's always hard heart cracked a little.

The corners of his eyes twitched, and he subconsciously looked to the southwest.

There stood the city called Winchester, which is now ruled by the Celts.

It's cold again.

(History: After Boudica went to three cities [Colchester, London, St. Osborne], he launched a decisive battle with Paulinus on Whitney Avenue. Paulinus had [-] soldiers. The card has a hundred thousand Celts.

In this battle of Whitling Avenue, Paulinus won more with less, Boudica was defeated and committed suicide, and the Celts were massacred. Since then, there has been no major rebellion in the British province. )

Chapter 76 Chapter 75 Judgment and Oath

The wind was howling, the leaves were dry and the grass was dry, the sky was gloomy, the black clouds could not see the edge, and the snow covered the ground.

The residents of Winchester were numb and desperate.

Heavy snow fell suddenly last night, and many shacks that had just been rescheduled were overwhelmed and collapsed overnight.

Some old people and children fell into a deep sleep and failed to escape.

In the daytime, you can only see the white snow among the collapsed ruins.

Crowds gathered on the street, all of them in ragged clothes, gathered around the lit woodpile on the snow, hugged their thin arms, shivered, and gasped.

The whole city was completely white, the surroundings were brightly lit by the fire, and there were overlapping figures. Many people knelt on the street, their hands and feet were frozen, but they still stretched out their ten fingers, begging for food.

"Many of these beggars are disbanded warriors and slaves who have just been freed. They have no shelter and no income, so they can only build simple huts to shelter them from wind and snow."

Nios stood under the temple, looking at the city, and said with emotion: "It's just that it snowed heavily last night, and the huts were overwhelmed. Now we can only eat and sleep in the open."

"Wouldn't that mean that many people would freeze to death?" Anya stood behind him, frowning.

Boudica stood side by side with Neos, and said in a deep voice: "In the past, the tribe would let druids divination a number in early winter."

"What?" Neos asked.

"How many people will die in a few winters, less than a hundred leaders will celebrate and reward the druids." Boudica said.

"and then?"

"And every year when spring comes, the statistics will always be just one hundred." Boudica sighed.

"So master, can we really save them?" Anya said with a worried look on her face.

"I can."

Neos nodded, turned sideways, made way for Boudica, and pointed with his right hand: "As long as you and Your Lady Queen do what I say, then the whole city will be saved."

Boudica looked where he pointed.

At the entrance, the woman is thin, with chapped skin and disheveled hair. She kowtows and kneels to everyone passing by, begging for food.

The child was carried behind her, crying towards the snowflakes.

The man rummaged through the ruins of the hut in vain. An old and thin hand stuck out of the snow.

Folk suffering!

The voice of the people mourns!

Seeing these vivid horrors, Anya couldn't help stepping forward and holding Neos' hand.

She never thought that human life would be so frivolous.

In the heavy snow, people who died of frostbite and starvation, people who were not fully clothed, and people who were thin, dry and desperate looked like dogs.

Feeling helpless and sad...

Neos held her hand tightly, silently comforting her.

Anya took a deep breath of the cold air and remained motionless.

The words that the master said became more and more profound in his mind.

Go build a country that doesn't allow the casual taking of other people's lives!

Even if it is a natural disaster, an earth disaster, or even a god who wants to take away a person's life!

Never allow it!

Suddenly a bell rang in the square, the air was shaken, and the sound penetrated the whole city.

A dark crowd appeared in the field of vision.

A few shirtless people were tightly tied up and held in front, being pushed step by step by those behind them, and staggered forward.

Followed by a group of warriors dressed in black leather, with red cloth tied around their arms, all of them are strong and strong.

Boudica and Anya suddenly stood up straight and looked down.

The white-headed old man Marcus, the bald man Katos, and several nobles, along with the disbanded warriors who made trouble a few days ago, were tied up on the square by the executive department led by Turner.

Ignoring the eyes of his former companions, the fat man stood on a high platform in a red and white robe, holding a wax board, and began to read out their crimes.

The crowd gathered, and the people and beggars who saw the enemy were instantly set ablaze!

They pick up snowballs or shit and throw them at these sinners, cursing like crazy.

Anger erupted in the square.

"This is public grievances, Your Lady Queen." Neos said softly.

He spoke to Boudica as well as to Anja.

"People's grievances..." Boudica muttered to himself.

"Public grievances need to be vented and resolved. If not, there will be riots at least, and subversion at worst." Neos lowered his head, looked at Ania and said.

"What subversion, are they just ordinary people?" Boudica asked.

"but?"

Neos smiled, let go of his clenched hands, spread his left palm flat, and turned towards Wanmin: "Do you know that as long as the power of this group of people is used properly, they can overthrow everything they want to overthrow, including countries and even eras. No problem."

Boudica and the girl's expressions became slightly serious.

"All we can do is cater to them, not against them, so you both should remember..."

Neos waved his arm lightly: "This world is not a world of one person, but a world of people!"

Boudica thought for a long time, took her daughter, and bowed deeply to him.

Nios smiled lightly, looking at the square, the public anger has reached its peak, and the crime has been read out.

He turned his head: "So now, Her Lady Queen, are you ready to uphold justice for your children?"

Boudica nodded, then asked, "What about you?"

"Ania has other arrangements, and her position is different from yours," Nios said.

Boudica and his daughter looked at each other, nodded, opened the umbrella, and solemnly walked down the steps of the temple to the center of the square.

Below, the fat man also happened to see it, his face suddenly straightened, and he shouted loudly: "Next, Her Majesty the Queen will judge these sinners!"

The common people erupted and applauded!

Then I saw the fat man respectfully took the umbrella for Her Lady Queen, and shielded her from the snow.

Boudica drew out the long sword at his waist, and glanced at everyone coldly: "In the past few days, everyone should know that countless despicable and shameless things have happened in this city!

Those innocent people, those ordinary people, obviously did not do anything wrong in this life, but under the desire of these people, they were cruelly murdered! "

All the people shouted wildly, hissing gradually rose, and cursing was like a tide!

Boudica panted heavily, and exhaled white air: "They indulge their desires! Desecrate the sanctity of life! Take away the maiden's virginity!

I have experienced all of these, so I am deeply aware of what kind of pain this is!

And I will never allow such pain to exist here! "