Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The Romans began to clean the battlefield and count their own injuries. An eagle-bearer sadly took off from under the eagle flag a circle of fine silver forged rings-each battalion’s eagle flag would hang six A silver ring, representing the six hundred teams of subordinates.

However, the losses in this war were too heavy. The ninth battalion of the First Italian Army was almost devastated under the charge of Greenskins. Three centuries were wiped out, and the remaining centuries, It also suffered heavy losses and was completely unknitted. Now, on the eagle flag full of glory, only three lone silver rings remained.

Vindonius sighed deeply and paid such a heavy price. The civilians they rescued were no more than fifty. After using the panicking civilians, the Sphinx broke into the 7th Army's array and immediately roared. He rushed up, slashing and killing all enemies that he could see. The bones of countless civilians and soldiers were piled up. Warm blood gurgled out along their broken corpses, turning into scary strips on the ground. Scarlet River.

The commander of the second and seventh legions looked at the lord of the first legion with dissatisfaction. It was because of his recklessness and impulsiveness that he allowed his legion to suffer inexplicable losses. If they continue to stay on the safe sea, Waiting for Peturabo's return-the legion can fully land without injury with the fire support of the 4th legion! Why lose so many elite soldiers!

"Now that the commander is here, you can listen to the orders. Wen! Many! New! Si!"

Julian was holding a very cold Centurion's body with a lance pierced through his heart, and he spoke with excitement, and then he gratefully looked at the people and horses in the distance. If it were not for their whim, the losses in this landing battle would only have become more severe.

Hey, connect the boats and branches together, and the heavy cavalry rushed to the beach, can it be recorded in the book, as the empire's tactics passed on from generation to generation.

Except for Pain Hess, the others, Marco, had no plans to meet an Elf war commander, and frantically snatched the remains of the Persians.

The scales on their bodies may not be appreciated by the Romans with a great family, but the royal court in the north is in urgent need of these things! The iron that is dug up now is forging iron arrow clusters and halberds, but few craftsmen are building these unusually complex armors. When these oriental style scales are taken back, they can be armed with a few more. A hundred families of people.

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Not long after, the fleets of the Fourth, Twelfth, and Thirtieth Army also landed in the small fishing village of Myra. The three legions bowed their heads slightly, welcoming the arrival of Peturabo, the supreme commander in the battlefield of Asia Minor.

Under the elite protection of a hundred people wearing double silver-gray chain armor, holding long swords, and large shields, the lord of the Fourth Legion was exposed to people.

The cloaks and helmets of other Legionnaires are scarlet as eye-catching as blood. However, the cape on their shoulders and the top of the helmet distinguish the generals, centurions, and ordinary soldiers from the captain to the soldier of the Fourth Legion. All of his vertical crowns and horizontal crowns are the darkness of midnight.

Pain Hess looked at the war commander in the distance. He was a tall gray elf. Time left countless old marks on his face and sideburns, wrinkles that had experienced vicissitudes of life, and strands of black hair mixed with them. The silver thread in the middle made him a little less handsome, but a little more calm, a pair of blue pupils, like two arcane flames that never extinguished, overflowing with endless coercion and terror.

The lord of the Fourth Legion, dressed in a dark archmage robe, tied his left arm with a small round shield made of mithril-exactly the same as the gift given to him by the Romans.

And his right hand was leaning on a delicate staff inlaid with colorful gems. Behind him, the flag officer in charge of the legion’s eagle flag humbled behind the legion commander. The top of the scarlet eagle flag was tied with three An embalmed head, a scarlet face, two huge and twisted horns on his forehead, a dark green face, and four terrifying white fangs rising up, making his ugly face look even more terrifying. people.

The last head had silver-gray alien skin. The original position of the mouth was replaced by four slender, wet octopus tentacles.

The uncle of the King of Kings, the Warboss of a green-skinned war gang, and the slave owner of the Heart Demon, the master of the Fourth Legion, use these three heads to show the outstanding achievements of his legion. As for the heads of other leaders? They are not qualified and hung on the eagle flag of the war commander.

"Report, what happened? Yesterday, Pigeon Court cancelled the original order to assemble in Rhode Island. My people landed in Asia Minor directly without any material replenishment and repairs. Just arrived, I saw you being with you. The Persians are fighting together?"

Peturabo frowned slightly, wanting to understand the whole story. Julian, who was extremely angry, immediately reported the folly of the First Army to the Supreme Commander of the Asia Minor Theater.

Listening to the report of the lord of the Second Legion, the commander's expression became more serious, and Wendonius' face became more and more ashamed, and his burly body gradually trembled because of fear.

"Look up and look at me."

Peturabo said seriously. Wendonius gritted his teeth and slowly raised his head, staring directly at those azure blue eyes, trying to justify his behavior.

"Marshal, I... I really can't just sit back and watch those Persians and torture our people. When we joined the Legion on the first day, the general once told me that our duty is to protect our country at all costs. , Our people! I am not wrong!"

"I didn't say you were wrong."

The Lord of the Fourth Legion said lightly.

"In fact, you did a good job. You fulfilled your duty as a soldier. You saved dozens of innocent villagers. If we don't even guard the people in front of us, what else can we talk about defending the glory of the empire?

But-look at the price you paid to protect them! Did you fight like this! Because of your stupid landing order, how many families have lost their husbands and fathers? ! How many parents have lost their pride? ! "

Peturabo looked at the heavy loss of the First Italian Legion and angrily reprimanded the commander in front of him.

"I can tolerate your kindness, your persistence, and your principles. But I can't tolerate your stupidity! You count yourself, the First Legion, how many people died for your recklessness? After the count is clear, come back and tell me ! For every Legionnaire killed in battle, give yourself a whip! Execute it immediately! Their funeral expenses, as well as family pensions, will be deducted from your income."

"Your will."

Temperature Nius convinced that he accepted the penalty from the commander.

By punishing a erring legion commander in a fair and just manner, Peturabo quickly confirmed his prestige in front of the other five legion masters, and commanded uniformly by virtue of the name of the war commander personally conferred by Augustus. The six legions present.

Painhurs frowned, fair and just, and awe-inspiring. Although the lord of the legion made a lot of good impressions when he appeared on the stage, the punishment he said only included a few hundred soldiers who died in the legion. , And those militiamen and militiamen who were thrown out as cannon fodder by the lord of the First Legion?

Nothing was mentioned.