Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"And a filthy soul, the gods must also be filthy."

The druid apprentice shouted angrily, "How dare you!"

Gatus didn't bother to look at him, and waved his right hand: "Kill this druid."

Boudica's eyes widened immediately, and he turned his head: "No!"

The Roman soldiers had already drawn out their daggers and inserted the icy sharp weapon into the druid's body.

The Iceni warriors agitated, roared, and screamed, but to no avail.

Their iron swords were confiscated by the Romans as early as the signing of the covenant.

Now they have no power to resist.

So Gatus already knew that no matter what he did, he had nothing to be afraid of.

"Tie up this woman, I want everyone to see their queen being whipped!" Gatus grinned ferociously.

All the Iceni tribe cried out, and they began to charge the swords and spears of the Roman soldiers, but they could only watch helplessly as the queen was led into the clearing.

Boudica was held by the wrists by the soldiers, like an animal being led, and led to a wooden rack for drying animal skins.

She struggled frantically.

But the Roman soldiers restrained her with enough force to break her arms, tied her to a wooden frame, and turned her back to everyone.

"Queen of Iceni, do you think that you, a woman, can really hold power on the land of Rome?"

Gatus was riding on the horse, looking at her: "Your existence is an insult to Emperor Nero!"

The soldier raised his leather whip, made an empty noise, and slammed heavily on Boudica's back.

"Ah!!!" Boudica violently raised his head and let out a horn of despair.

Black and red marks brushed on her back.

The muscles of the whole body tightened instantly, and the back was scorching hot, as if thousands of red-hot needles were piercing the skin at the same time.

The shrill cry disturbed the flock of birds in the oak forest.

All the Iceni people present were all shocked and felt deeply stimulated.

Boudica gritted her teeth, poking the mud with her drooping toes, trembling uneasily.

But it's not over yet.

Gattus glanced at the crowd and saw two girls who looked like the Queen at a glance.

Pointing with one hand: "Take those two girls away."

"Do not!!!"

All the Iceni shouted and surrounded the girl, intending to protect the king's daughter with their flesh and blood.

The Roman soldiers beat and kicked them, drove them away with short swords, and grabbed the girl.

The two girls struggled desperately and screamed.

Boudica pulled himself together and turned around shouting, "Let them go! If you want to punish, punish me!"

Gatus ignored them and said loudly: "The emperor of Rome must pay attention to their soldiers, otherwise the throne will be unstable.

So since your king wants these two girls to rule the land, let them learn how to care for soldiers! "

"Let all the soldiers here go!" Gatus waved his hand.

(I think of the FGO Roman Chapter, Boudica and Nero fought side by side...)

Chapter 9 Celtic, Celtic

It's approaching evening.

Neos spotted a red light in the sky.

"Did we go wrong, the sun is setting in the east?" Fario asked, frowning beside him.

"No, that's fire." Nios covered his forehead with his hands and squinted his eyes.

"Lord Neos is right. It's a flame. The village in front seems to be on fire!" Randall climbed to the top of the hill to look out.

"That's not what we're going for..." Fario subconsciously looked at Neos.

Neos ignored him, and glanced down at the smoke from the bonfire: "The wind is heading towards us, everyone retreat, otherwise the fire will rush towards us in a while."

Without any complaints, everyone obeyed Neos' instructions and immediately packed up and retreated, even if they had just settled down.

Along the way, relying on the command of the adults, they have escaped the pursuit of the Romans too many times.

Although Paulinus withdrew the main force, he still kept his small detachment and pursued them persistently.

As the sky darkened, the flames became more and more intense, and the entire northern sky was illuminated.

Randall stood on the tree, watching the place where he was stationed just now being swept by the fire, and couldn't help being afraid.

"Thanks to Mr. Neos, otherwise we would be roasted in our sleep!" He jumped down and looked at Neos with eyes full of admiration.

Nios sat on the animal skin, nodded slightly and said "Yes": "Don't take it lightly, because we don't know who the person who set the fire is yet."

"Huh?" Randall exclaimed.

Fario also looked over: "My lord, are you suspicious..."

"Isn't it an accident?" Randall scratched his head.

"No, if it was an accident, the fire should be decreasing, and no matter how bad it is, a large number of people will escape."

Nios looked at the fiery red sky: "But no fugitives were found, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger, which means that there were no fugitives, and no firefighters."

"Romans?" Fario whispered.

"It's possible, but I'm not sure if it's the ones chasing us." Neos shook his head.

"So what, there are so many of us, and Lord Neos!" Randall grinned, waved the ax in his hand, whirring.

"Tomorrow morning, Randall, you wait outside first, and Fario and I will go in and have a look. If you encounter an attack, use me as bait and wait for the signal to attack." Neos said.

"No problem, leave it to me!!!"

Neos let out an "hmm" and went to sleep.

When it was dawn, the fire had already been extinguished, but no one slept well that night except for a certain god.

Neos arrived at the village at noon with his followers.

It is now in ruins.

Large areas of fields turned into scorched earth, and the triangular houses were left with only scorched ruins.

The scorched livestock was scattered and covered with a flock of crows, squawking and scrambling for meat.

When Neos walked by, they were frightened instantly, flapping their wings one by one, and the sky seemed to be covered with a black carpet.

In the clearing was a cross with charred corpses nailed to it.

There are also some corpses thrown on the ground casually, covering their faces with their hands.

Neos glanced at it, and his nostrils were filled with the smell of rot, burnt and smoke.

My head hurts, and I vaguely seem to hear someone wailing in my ears.

Thick smoke covered the sky, blood and flames, flesh and swords, wailing and screaming...

Such a scene seemed familiar, and the anger from unknown source quietly seeped into his heart, like sparks were ignited in the darkness, illuminating some unknowable memories for a moment.

Neos subconsciously covered his forehead.

"Master Neos, there are still people here!!" Suddenly, some believers shouted.

Neos shook his head: "Go and have a look."

Since the Celts learned to farm and use iron tools, in order to store food, they would seal the grain in the hole and then cover it with a soil cover.

The soil will isolate sunlight and air, and the grains in the cave, the part that sticks to the soil wall of the cave, will absorb water and germinate and grow, so that the air in the cave will be exhausted.

In this way, a large amount of grain can be well stored.

And here, in such a cave, Neos and his team found a girl hidden in the cave...to be precise, two.

One lives, one dies.

When the girl was rescued, she put her arms around the dead body of another girl.

The cultists put them on the grass, not knowing what to do next.

Because anyone approached, she would scream hoarsely like a little wolf, glaring at everyone who approached, and if she stretched out her hand, she would bite it with her mouth.

The girl hugged her sister's body tightly in her arms, and made a whimpering sound, as if something was stuck in her throat.

This sound, accompanied by the breeze on the hillside, blew through the hearts of everyone present.

Neos looked down at her, heaved a long sigh, and reached out to her face, as if to wipe away her tears.

But the girl could no longer shed tears.

She could only look at Neos in horror, wanting to retreat, but couldn't.

The girl suddenly poked her head out and bit Nios' palm hard.

Fario yelled, and the cultists rushed to pull them away.

But they stopped suddenly.

Blood dripped from the edge of Neos' palm, red, showing that he would also be injured and in pain.

But he didn't move at all, not even an expression of pain.

The girl was still staring at him, panting heavily, like a little beast.

Nios just looked at her quietly, then stretched out his other hand to wipe away the stains of her tears.