"And who else do you see, and who else here can read?"

Probably sensing that what I said made sense, Andrew nodded again and again, then got up and looked around, muttering, "Hey, where is this guy Femiao?" ”

It seemed that this was the most important thing for Andrew, but he carefully gathered the parchment and rolled it up and stuffed it into the clothes on his chest, which was the closest to his heart.

"Fermio!" Andrew hurriedly got up and called out to Flio, but he didn't hear a reply.

"Huh? It's strange, where is this guy lazy? Andrew searched on tiptoe, "Anyway," Andrew continued, "Folio must write me this thing today!" ”

Therefore, all the soldiers in the camp shouted Fermio's name in full view, looking for his trace.

Looking at Andrew's back, I couldn't help but think of Tenaia and Anais, shouldn't I write a letter to them, I don't need too many flowery words, just a greeting, say peace or something?

Forget it, I'm going to give up, and shook my head at myself, after all, I don't even know their specific location, let alone send letters, without a specific location, it's useless. But is that really good? I'm stuck in the middle of it again.

"Hey, you coward!" At this time, I heard Andrew's voice from afar, and when I looked up, I saw Andrew walking towards me with the back of his neck.

"Oh, Andrew, just let me go, I'm just stealing for a while!" Andrew must have used so much force that it hurt so much that Fremio grinned like a baboon, hunched over and walked all the way to the duck walk, looking very funny.

"Oh! Andrew. I didn't care to laugh, so I quickly stopped him and said to him, "Andrew, what are you doing here, you can ask him to help you, you are more like a threat to a prisoner of war." ”

"Hmph, this lazy thing!" Andrew said and threw him to the ground, and Fermio fell on the ground, and got up and hid to the side with his hands and feet, Andrew continued to say to me: "When has this been, this guy even dared to hide behind the shield and sleep, if I hadn't heard the snoring, I really don't know when I would have found him!" ”

I didn't expect Andrew to be so angry, it turned out to be because of this problem, my face was flushed, and I almost laughed out loud. Look at Fermio again, the guy rubbed his neck, hiding aside and not saying a word.

"Okay, Andrew, you tell him well, after all, this intellectual still has to write you something that satisfies you, don't put too much pressure on him, otherwise you won't blame him for not being able to write it."

Andrew felt reasonable when he heard it, and quickly opened his big mouth, the whole person looked even more hideous, he held Furmeo's shoulder, laughed and put Fermio into his tent, Fermeo's small back, I don't know why, why does it look so sad and depressed?

Folmio has written love letters to Andrew, so what am I going to do? I tightened my fur blanket and turned to walk towards my little camp of hundreds.

It was breakfast time, and white smoke rose from the little camp, and when he walked in, it turned out to be Briss, the trumpeter, who stood in front of a cauldron, holding a large ironwood spoon in both hands, stirring back and forth in the pot. It wasn't an effortless task, the white towel he had on his shoulders was soaking wet, and the cold in the air made it quickly harden and droop heavily on his shoulders.

"Hey, Briss." I walked up to him with a smile and looked inside the pot, there was everything in it, and I didn't know what to say about the soup. Just asked him, "What are you cooking here?" ”

"Hey, it's you, sir." Bliss looked at me, then stopped what he was doing, stood up straight, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the cold towel, and said to me with a long sigh of relief, "Nothing else, just some cabbage and some meat from the stalls of the merchants outside the camp." ”

"Meat?"

I didn't notice that there were vendors buying raw meat outside the camp, probably because the women who had lost their feet were too easy to obscure my vision, I was still a little curious, and then asked him, "What kind of meat is this, have you asked?" ”

"It should be venison or beef from the woods, it's hard to say, because they are sold together, probably to make more money, the soldiers haven't eaten meat for a long time, so they don't care much." As he spoke, he stirred the wooden spoon in his hand again and continued to get busy.

Looking at the others, the damn bunch of fellows were sitting lazily at the door of their camp as if nothing had happened, and some had even started gambling, which was the only fun. How could it be so loose, and I realized that my duty as a centurion was not to lead them into battle. I was the only one of the dozens of people who could give orders, but now my stomach was growling, and I didn't have the strength to discipline them, so I simply didn't say anything.

"Luga, Luga!"

At this moment, a voice called out to me behind me, it was Andrew's voice, I looked back and found Andrew striding towards me, holding a piece of parchment in his right hand, and his face was hard to hide the joy.

"Luga, Luga, look!"

Andrew was happy like a child who had not yet grown up, and he jumped in front of me along the way. He smiled and showed me the parchment and said, "Look, that kid is really an intellectual, you see, three times five divided by two, it will be written for me!" ”

It was really fast, and I had just stood still, and with curiosity, I reached out and took the parchment and said, "Come, show me." ”

But Andrew didn't want to do this, he "brushed" the parchment over my palm, and said to me with a smug face: "You don't want to write for your little lovers but you don't know where to start, tell you, Luga, I won't let you copy a letter on it!" ”

Hmph, I still need you to plagiarize me? I couldn't help but laugh in my heart, but looking at Andrew's triumphant expression, I couldn't help but be angry.

"But—" Andrew shook the parchment in his hand, looked at me and said, "I'll read you two more sentences, so that you can see how long you can see!" ”

"Mud legs?" Oh, that's not a good adjective! I crossed my hands on my hips, and the fur blanket rested naturally on my shoulders, and I looked at Andrew, nodding, "Come on, see what that Fermio is capable of?" ”

"Ha, Luga, you're listening!" Andrew cleared his throat, then spread out the parchment in his hand and read in a voice that only I could hear: "Oh, Quinta, my love, you are like the moon that wanders alone in the night sky, and the silvery light shines into my heart......" and then there was no sound, just look at Andrew holding the parchment, his face intoxicated.

"Holy!" I sigh from the bottom of my heart, because this guy didn't expect to fall into the artistic conception of that love letter so quickly, please these are just two sentences! Maybe I've watched too many foreign movies, so I still feel too old-fashioned about the words in that love letter, but for Andrew, this love letter is not only fashionable, but also unique!