Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

The fat man almost couldn't hold back.

Boudica pointed to the next page: "And this one, why do you want the workers to tear down the bridge?"

"emmmmmm..."

Nios pondered for a moment: "One of the reasons may be that there is not enough wood. After all, the city needs a lot of firewood for heating."

"But isn't there a large forest behind us?"

Boudica put her finger on her forehead: "And that's a stone bridge!"

"That's because there's not enough stone materials. You know our merchants can't do business now and can't buy these building materials." Neos smiled.

"There is still the river, why is it that the dry season is coming, and you still want people to go upstream to block the river!" Boudica felt that his common sense had been destroyed.

"Because the bridge has been demolished, there are always people who have to cross the river, so we have to make the downstream flow smaller." Nios said.

"So why! Everyone in the city will go out this season, and no one will cross the river!" Boudica exclaimed.

Neos smiled and said nothing, waiting for the scene to calm down.

The fat man took out his notebook and wrote down every word the adults said just now, which may be used in the future.

Boudica gradually calmed down, and the waves on his chest gradually subsided.

Neos said leisurely: "My Lady Queen, I never said that the purpose of blocking the river is to allow us to cross the river."

Boudica pondered: "Who is that for?"

The chamber door was slammed open, and Turner rushed in.

"Admissibility is not allowed during the political hours!" Boudica exclaimed.

"But, but...the scouting samurai has information!"

Turner gasped heavily: "Ai, Aiposi's army... and warriors from other tribes... are coming towards us!"

finally come!

Neos clenched his fists, and a light flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes.

Boudica suddenly remembered that someone said just now that "blocking the river is not to let him cross the river", and subconsciously looked at the silver-haired man.

Neos looked at her, tilted his head and smiled.

"What's the matter, Her Majesty the Queen?"

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Chapter 81 Chapter 80

Through the dead branches of giant trees, the red light of the setting sun spreads over the wasteland, like a low-temperature flame ignited.

The long queue stretched along the main road, moving slowly, like a dying old snake.

Everyone in the team looked blank and staggered.

In the battle of Whitling Avenue, the British tribal coalition forces with [-] warriors attacked Paulinus' [-] soldiers and were defeated miserably.

Epos left the two tribes in the rear, and retreated desperately, and finally escaped with the remaining remnants.

Suffering from helplessness, he had no choice but to plunder all the way and come to join Boudica.

The wind blew the branches, and the corpses hanging on them shook like leaves.

The crows hovered in the sky, chirping, absurd and desolate.

Epos stopped suddenly at the front, with a dusty look, and the crevices of the wrinkles were stuffed with plaster.

He looked up at the hanged man.

"This is......"

I couldn't stop trembling all over.

"Well, this is a member of our tribe. I don't know why he was hanged here." The leader of the Kandy tribe stood beside him with a gloomy expression.

"Didn't Boudica fail, but didn't the Romans crucify people?" said the leader of another tribe.

Epos sighed: "No, Boudica succeeded instead."

"But how dare she!" The leader was furious.

There are more than one tribe of warriors hanging from this tree, and more than one tree hangs warriors.

"It shouldn't be her attention,"

Epos shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I know that woman, her cruelty will only be used on the enemy."

"You mean, now we are her enemies?"

"That Green Prophet... I don't know what method she used to make her swing the butcher's knife at her compatriots." Epos said in a deep voice.

"So we may not be able to enter the city this time!" The leader was puzzled.

"I don't know."

Epos shook his head, thought for a moment, and looked around: "Let the warriors camp here. It can be seen that Boudica and the others also camped here before. See if there is anything that can be eaten."

The order was conveyed, and when a group of warriors set up their tents and set up their boilers, night fell.

The night wind whizzed by, and the banners of various tribes fluttered in the air.

The fire in the central camp was bright.

Epos was surrounded by everyone, holding a wooden bowl, but did not speak.

He stirred it with a wooden spoon, and a handful of wild vegetables and bread came out from under the soup.

Epos frowned and didn't speak.

The leaders looked at their own bowls, then at the old man's expression, and understood.

Someone said: "The warriors plundered along the way, but they didn't gain much. Those villages were snatched by Boudica's tribe long ago."

"What do the warriors eat now?" Epos asked.

"Each person has one or two pieces of bread, but the guards can have more horse meat. Thanks to the riders, they can still run out on horseback," the leader replied.

"Fortunately, there is still enough oats. No one is robbing this one, and there are enough oats in the villages along the way." Someone answered.

"Oats...this is what horses eat." Epos trembled.

Think he was in London not too long ago, had the nicest house, had the best food, had the most fucking...

"We must enter the city, otherwise there will be no food, and the warriors will riot!" The leader said seriously.

"I know, but you also saw it along the way."

Epos's face was livid: "Those are all warriors who fought with her. We lent her people, and she did this kind of thing!"

He glanced at the leaders coldly: "Do you really think she will let us enter the city!"

Silent as death.

Except for the whistling wind outside the tent, no one else dared to speak.

Epos licked his lips, looking at everyone's expressions, hesitant.

He is waiting for someone in his early years to speak for him.

"Why don't we fight that woman!" Someone stood up with a desperate expression on his face.

"Yes, fight her!"

"The Essini tribe was originally the least populated tribe, and now she has killed the people we borrowed from her, no one in the city will support her anymore!"

"Dry!"

The corner of Epos's mouth hooked indiscernibly, and then he coughed twice to attract attention.

After everyone looked at him, he sighed long and solemnly: "It seems that this is our last resort!"

He paused: "I just hope Boudica doesn't blame us."

......

"I just hope Epos doesn't blame us." Neos stood by the long table with a look of regret.

"It's not your fault, Neos."

Boudica comforted him: "We are almost unable to support ourselves, how could we suddenly accept thousands of people?"

Nios was very relieved: "It's very good of you to think so, Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Anyway, I'm also a queen!"

Boudica laughed loudly: "And with your support, I should grow up a little bit."

"It's more comprehensive than before." Neos complimented unceremoniously.

Boudica scratched his head in embarrassment.

"But, military advisor..." Turner intervened mercilessly, interrupting the friendly exchange between the monarch and his ministers.

"Say." Neos looked at him.

Turner stared at a pair of dead fish eyes: "Although we say we don't accept it, what if they force it?"

Boudica thought for a while, then nodded: "Indeed."

"It's like when my samurai went to the village before, and the village girl said she wouldn't accept us, but the samurai were all waving their swords, so they didn't listen at all." Turner said lightly.

"This example is not very good, Lord Turner." The fat man complained from the side.

"No, Turner is right. Rejecting this kind of thing requires capital." Nios said.

"But unfortunately, our capital seems to be..." Turner twitched his lips.

"A group of remnants and veterans, how scary!" Neos sneered.

"What about us, the three hundred warriors?" said Turner.