I don't know whether to praise Chief Centurion Guy for his foresight, or whether to say that his eyes are very sharp, but just after the team was assembled, a series of hurried horses' hooves came from not far away.

I saw a cavalryman riding a spotted military horse under his crotch and holding a dragon head banner in his hand, and knew that he stopped in front of the chief centurion Guy. The cavalryman rolled off his horse, pulled a roll of parchment from his backpack on his chest, and opened it in front of Guy.

"The Chief Centurion of the First Flag Brigade of the Fourteenth Twin Regiments of the Empire and all the soldiers under his command obey the order!"

The cavalryman's voice was very deep, and the parchment that came was not mysteriously handed to Guy like the herald yesterday, but read in front of all of us.

"Hmm... ”

The cavalryman cleared his throat and said loudly: "This is the order of Aetius, the commander of the Roman legions in Gaul in the north of the empire: the fourteenth Twin Legions, the main legion of the Gallic Front approved by the Senate, is now in front of the battle under the name of the vanguard legion and the fourteenth auxiliary legion under its command, and if it can win it, it will be awarded the eagle banner!" ”

Eagle Banner !!

Almost everyone gasped, the legion awarded to the Eagle Banner, that is, the veritable Eagle Banner Legion, the true darling of the Empire. The soldiers were so happy that they raised their arms and shouted, as if they were eager to go to the battlefield now, because it was a great honor for every soldier to serve in the legion that awarded the Eagle Banner, and it was a manifestation of glory! The most important thing is that the legion that awarded the Eagle Banner is basically impossible to go into battle, and the Eagle Banner will not be sent unless it is absolutely necessary.

"It's bound to be a protracted battle." Andrew whispered beside me.

"Huh? Andrew, why do you say that? I asked him puzzled.

"Oh, Luga, the Eagle Banner Legion isn't so easy to grant." Andrew pulled me aside and whispered to me, "This must not be in the name of Marshal Aetius!" ”

"Not Aetius's? Whose is that? "I am even more puzzled, but this cavalryman clearly claims to have been sent by Aetius. What's more, this is the territory occupied by Aetius's troops, and you say that this is a liar, so it is possible to convey Aetius's orders casually? Then again, this guy probably doesn't have the guts to deceive everyone like this.

"I think it's the emperor's!" Andrew said in a deep voice, probably afraid that I didn't understand, and he repeated it to me again: "Emperor of the Roman Empire, Valentinian III!" ”

"What does this have to do with Valentinian?"

The more I talk about it, the more confused I become, it's just a military order, and it can pull out so many things.

"No, it's just a doubt, because the Eagle Banner is a power that only the Emperor can exercise, but Marshal Aetius is also a person who is very important to the Empire and the Emperor, and it is not too difficult for him to authorize the Eagle Banner."

As he spoke, Andrew justified his own statement, and I couldn't help but laugh and cry when I heard it. Thinking that this guy must have been bought by the benefits of Aetius, now in his heart, whether it is others or himself, he can't allow others to say that Aetius is not good.

Chief Centurion Guy reached out and took the parchment, spread it out and skimmed it roughly, and when he was sure that the news was accurate, he beckoned to his accompanying trumpeter, and then said to the cavalryman, "Have the other troops in the legion received this news?" ”

"Roger, the auxiliary legion is already on the road, because you have just experienced the battle, so Marshal Aetius specially asked me to inform you later so that you can rest a little longer."

"No, we can hit the road."

Guy waved goodbye to the cavalryman, turned and nodded to the trumpeter, who sounded the trumpet knowingly.

"Let's go, Luga, it's time for us to hit the road!"

Andrew said, waving his left arm at his hundred-man team, which quickly followed. I looked back, huh, and pointed to the trumpeter, and beckoned.

Returning to the battlefield, the nearby nomads, hungry wolves, plundered the remaining resources of the dead. The homeless people went in and out of the pile of corpses, in search of valuable jewelry and sold them to subsidize their families, while the wolves were simply to fill their stomachs.

On the main road, the bodies that were in the way had been moved to the side of the road, and formed troops were advancing on it. They wore rudimentary chain mail, helmets without cheek guards, oval shields and spears, and were of a variety of races.

"Presumably, this is our auxiliary legion."

There was a great polarization of age in this unit, from young men who looked very immature to old men who looked old enough to have wrinkled faces, although they were not in the prime of life, but they held their heads high and looked ahead, without the slightest influence of us on both sides of the road. These children and the old man bring a momentum that cannot be underestimated.

Our group lined up on the side of the road, equally silently watching them pass by one by one.

"Keep up, keep up!"

Guy blew the whistle and shouted orders to me, that since I was the centurion of the 100th Centurion, I had to take the lead.

"Team of 100! Advance! ”

I shouted at the top of my voice, and I was trying to echo in my head how the centurions had trained their troops, and I was trying to imitate them. Although the centurion is only a grassroots officer, it is too difficult for a person with no management experience in the army to manage this hundred. The first few rows of the hundred-man team walked up, but as soon as they took two steps, they looked at me and stopped hesitantly. This, how many does it mean? I scratched my head and stood dumbly looking at them.

"Whew!"

At this moment, the trumpeters beside the hundred-man squad sounded the horn, and the soldiers, as if they understood the meaning, lined up in a fairly neat line to the road. Immediately afterwards, the trumpeter held the horn in his hand and blew the rhythmic trumpet one by one, and the soldiers immediately responded, pressing the rhythm of the trumpet step by step, and followed the hundred-man team of the auxiliary regiment in front of them.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I saw this, because I was really not good at commanding a team of hundreds, but fortunately, there was a trumpeter with such a good eye, who saw my difficulties at a glance and solved the problem quietly.

It wasn't until the procession had gone for a while that the trumpeters stopped sounding, because the soldiers were able to walk well without the sound.

"Hey!"

I rushed forward and stopped the trumpeter, and when he turned around, I asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Briss, sir, my name is Briss, Gaul."

The trumpeter said to me with a smile.