Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Spring, Britannia.

The grassy hills were facing the clear sky, the grassland was extremely muddy after the snow melted, and the road was still shrouded in white mist.

A cavalry team held high the red-bottomed golden spike banner and trekked on the hill.

The war horse moved forward with one foot deep and one shallow foot, exhausted, and the speed was extremely slow.

There were no roads on the prairie, so they could only rely on the river and the sun to identify the direction. Many scouts sent to explore the road were attacked. Bruce could only lead the team himself, and the troops were divided into multiple groups.

"Commander, we have been walking for so long, how long will it take to reach London?" The adjutant led his horse to catch up with Bruce.

"Go along the river, Paulinus is waiting for us in front, he said in the letter that he will send someone to meet us." Bruce said.

"So why didn't he come and lead the way himself?" The adjutant was dissatisfied.

"Probably he is also having a headache. Those barbarians are getting bolder."

Bruce said seriously: "Fortunately, we didn't take the emperor with us rashly."

After finishing speaking, he glanced ahead, suddenly swung his whip, clamped his legs, and rode the horse forward.

The adjutant was stunned for a moment, and hurried to follow, but saw a huge Taniguchi in the fog in front of him, like a giant mouth, facing them, ferocious and cold.

"Ah, I hate this island!" Bruce cursed in a low voice, pulled the rein, and looked around the terrain.

"It's a dangerous place, it's easy to be ambushed, and the weather is not too good." The adjutant said.

Bruce nodded, "Yeah", and suddenly raised his hand: "Everyone, stop!"

The team stopped suddenly and looked at the immediate commander.

They were less than a thousand steps away from the mouth of the valley, and if they were closer, they would be easily hit by bows and arrows when the wind was down.

The adjutant followed Bruce's gaze, narrowed his eyes, and looked desperately into the fog.

You can vaguely see a big flag planted in the center of the valley entrance, and there is a dead silence around, no one around.

The horse began to feel uneasy, Bruce tightened the reins and raised his hand.

The adjutant understood, nodded, and signaled the sergeant behind him to dismount with his eyes.

The soldiers quickly dismounted and drove the horses to gather together, then took off the large shield from the saddle, drew out the dagger with their right hand, and surrounded the horses.

The horse's view was blocked and he calmed down.

"That's..." the adjutant lowered his voice.

"The military flag, the color is that of the Romans, but I can't tell which legion it is." Bruce buckled his dagger, his face under the helmet tensed.

"So it may be one of our own, or it may be..." The adjutant's mouth turned white.

Bruce nodded: "It's the corpse of one of our own."

If any Roman legions were ambushed and the banners were planted in this place to attract them, things might have been really bad for Britain.

After a long time, the military flag fluttered, and the breeze blew through the valley, and the wind quickly tore away the mist, as if the curtain of the theater was opened.

Everyone stopped breathing at the same time.

The pawns appeared after the mist, with uniform iron armor and bronze helmets, square shields and daggers, arranged in a standard Roman three-row phalanx.

It's my own!

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief.

And the sergeants behind showed a relieved smile.

Meeting one's own people in such a wild place always makes people feel close.

The sergeants straightened their helmets, raised the eagle flags of their regiments, and lined up to meet them.

But to everyone's surprise, when they approached, a centurion on the opposite side suddenly blew his whistle!

The sharp whistle pierced everyone's ears like iron needles!

There was a scream in the forest, and the birds flew up!

Immediately after the surrounding forest screamed like a hundred beasts, soldiers in iron armor suddenly came out, roaring, and surrounded the crowd like a flood bursting a bank!

"Stop! Everyone stop!" Bruce roared as he led the horse, drew out his dagger, and pointed it in all directions.

And the sergeants of the Praetorian Guards were also stupid. No one expected that one day the Roman Legion would draw their swords at themselves.

For a while, no one resisted.

"Stop for me!"

Bruce yelled: "We are the elite guards under the emperor's seat, the first imperial guards guarding Rome,

In the name of the commander of the Praetorian Guard, I put away your weapons! "

His roar finally had some effect.

The Roman soldiers on the periphery loosened up a little. They got to know each other, and finally looked at the man on horseback behind.

Bruce knew who was in command, pulled the reins, and pointed the dagger forward: "Who the hell are you, do you want to betray Rome!"

The silence lasted for a while, and the iron-like voice broke through the fog: "You said you were Bruce, so what was the last sentence in the letter I wrote to him?"

"Damn, how can I remember!"

Bruce cursed, pinched the bridge of his nose, and after a while of recollection, he tentatively asked, "May the gods protect Rome?"

There was a moment of silence over there, and then he gave a low shout and drove the horse forward.

The soldiers took the initiative to separate and make way.

Only then did Bruce see the man who had just talked to him.

With short white hair and a serious face, every wrinkle is as straight as if carved out of iron.

Sitting on a horse looks even taller, with long legs and thin but muscular arms, holding the reins without moving.

Bruce had met this man once in the Senate. At that time, he was still a man in his prime. Now that several years have passed, he looks much older, but his tough temperament has penetrated into his bone marrow.

The two looked at each other.

The man looked at Bruce meaningfully, then stepped forward and nodded slightly: "Suetonius Paulinus, Governor of the Province of Britannia, former consul of the Senate, I am sorry to meet you in this way. "

His tone didn't fluctuate, and he obviously didn't feel guilty about what he did, and he even felt that he was not wrong at all.

And even if he was ready to admit his mistake, Bruce didn't intend to let him go.

"I wish you could explain it to me, Paulinus!" He stared into Paulinus' eyes.

"This winter is very difficult. The barbarians frequently attacked our caravans, and the nearby village chiefs were also attacked many times, so I had to send legionnaires out to escort them." Paulinus said.

"But are you blind!"

The veins on both sides of Bruce's neck burst out: "But we are wearing the uniform of Roman soldiers and holding the flag of the legion!"

"I'm not done yet!" said Paulinus, without flinching.

Bruce choked, stunned.

Paulinus glanced at him: "Because this is a strange place. Our escaped soldiers reported that their attackers were wearing Roman uniforms."

"What?" Bruce's face flashed with surprise.

"Many of our soldiers have been approached by those barbarian warriors wearing their own uniforms, and then they were killed without paying attention!"

Paulinus said, pointing to the military flag planted at the entrance of the valley: "That is the flag of an auxiliary legion. After they were led here, they were ambushed and wiped out.

When I arrived, I only saw the looted convoy and corpses, and I planned to ambush to see if the other party would come again.

Then I met you. "

"How could that be!" Bruce exclaimed.

Paulinus nodded and said: "That's the problem, the barbarians not only put on our uniforms,

And to make matters worse, I even found that they used our tactics. "

"Someone is teaching them?" Bruce frowned, gaining a new understanding of Britannia's situation.

"I already have this guess, and even guessed who is teaching them." Paulinus nodded, thinking of a silver-haired man and a fat man at the same time.

Anyway, Neos and Gatus are definitely one of them.

"Then the situation is urgent!"

Bruce turned serious and turned to look at Paulinus: "Take us into the city first, and then I want you to report the situation to me in detail!"

Paulinus watched him silently, his face steely.

"I won't pursue this incident, but I will accept your army next time. I must ensure that as a commander, I can control the overall situation." Bruce ignored his attitude.

Paulinus remained silent.

"The emperor is coming soon, I believe that group of barbarians must have known this information long ago!"

Bruce frowned slightly: "So we must first escort him to the city to ensure his safety, and then concentrate on dealing with the group of barbarians!"

Hearing "emperor" once, Paulinus' expression finally loosened.

After a long silence, he lowered his eyelids and nodded: "Yes, Commander."

Relieved, Bruce patted Paulinus on the shoulder: "Don't worry, after the end, I will report your achievements to the Senate and the Queen Mother truthfully."

"Thank you."

Paulinus paused for a moment, thinking of someone in the enemy army that could not be ignored.

If it was him, he would definitely not miss this opportunity.

After hesitating for a moment, Paulinus said solemnly, "I think we must pay more attention to the escort of Emperor Nero."

"Of course." Bruce nodded.

"No, you don't understand me."

Paulinus shook his head, his eyes became serious: "I mean, we need to pay more attention to you on the basis of you!"

Bruce wanted to refuse, but seeing the man's expression, he suddenly hesitated.

In his impression, Paulinus seldom had such emotions in the accounts of his acquaintances.