Today's breakfast was extraordinarily rich, with cheesecake, honey bread, and a black technology that I heard was obtained from the Germans: pickled cucumbers. The soup was still as meaty and rich as Sakuten, but for some reason, everyone sat at the table, but they couldn't hear any crusting utensils or the sound of eating, and everyone, including Andrew, tilted their heads to the side, trying not to look at the hearty food.

I looked around, and I was the only one who seemed to be fine, holding a piece of honey bread in my left hand and a sour cucumber in my right hand.

For the first time, Guy, the chief centurion, did not eat his little stove, and sat down in the middle of us, and today he was still wearing yesterday's scale armor, but the outside was re-wrapped with an iron disc, which was covered with dents, which was also a symbol of his battle. He sat down at the table, picked up the bread, picked up the soup bowl, a mouthful of bread, a mouthful of soup, and when he found that the centurion and the soldiers around him had not started to eat, he stopped chewing, looked at them, and asked, "Eat, there is still a long way to go, where do you have the strength to walk without eating?" ”

"Sir, we all heard a little bit of what you said to us yesterday." A centurion beside him asked him directly, "You tell us the truth, you read the parchment yesterday, what is written on it?" ”

"That's right! What the hell is written! ”

It seemed that every soldier had the most important question to know, and they all looked to Guy, eager to get the answers they wanted from him.

Guy swallowed the food in his mouth, slowly put the bowl down, and said, "Since you are very desperate to know the answer, then let me tell you." He stood up, took out the parchment from the pocket of the small backpack around his waist, held it high above his head, and said in a loud voice: "The order from above is simple! It's on the battlefield that we are the first array, and we will do the work of charging into battle! ”

Silence, as soon as Guy finished speaking, everyone present remained silent, very different in the TV series, they did not cheer as if they had picked up a big bargain, on the contrary, the order on the parchment was more like hell beckoning to them, and almost no one thought it was a good opportunity to make a meritorious service.

"Take the lead."

The people around them murmured, as if the command seemed to bring back memories they didn't want to recall. Chief Centurion Guy, who returned to his seat when he had finished his announcement, retracted the parchment into the small leather bag at his waist, picked up the spoon, and drank the soup from the bowl one by one.

"Drink it, you may never taste it again!"

I don't know who said this, but the soldiers seemed to have figured it out, and they all buried their heads in the wooden soup spoons to send pieces of meat and soup to their mouths, greedily tasting the breakfast that was like a meal for a condemned prisoner, and it was time to get ready to go.

The sun was rising above the eastern horizon, and the barracks were sounding a long horn, indicating that the rest of the barracks had begun to set off.

"Quick! Gather! Gather! ”

The centurions shouted and blew their whistles, and the soldiers trotted out of their tents, carrying their bags, and gathered in front of their respective centurions.

"It looks like everything is in place." Guy looked at the neat phalanx, couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, waved his big hand, and shouted: "Go!" ”

The gate of the camp slowly opened, and everyone took steps, just like yesterday's training, and slowly walked out of the camp where they had only lived for a day. The barracks outside were no longer the shoulder to shoulder of the soldiers as they had been yesterday, and the road under their feet was cleared, and they lined up neatly on both sides of the road under the leadership of their own centurion. The closest to us was a chariot with Anthony standing on it, dressed in a brass muscular cuirass, a splendid battle suit, a red cape, and holding the flag peculiar to the Twin Legions wearing senate papers, and when he saw us walk out, he also symbolically nodded to Chief Centurion Guy and saluted slightly. This was an affirmation of the identity of the chief centurion, and Guy just nodded in return, and came to Anthony's chariot, took the flag handed down by Anthony with both hands, and slowly walked to the front of the team.

"Look, this is the flag of our legion," Guy said, holding him high above his head so that we could all see it, "and we belong to the First Brigade, and we are rightfully responsible for guarding the flag. ”

"Phew!"

We can only express our determination to him with the usual shouts in training, but this simple shout is quite useful for him. He smiled, turned around and held the military flag high, the trumpeter behind him sounded a rhythmic trumpet, and we walked forward in unison, step by step, to the beat.

The heavily armed sergeants opened the main gate of the camp for us, and when the gate opened, the first thing that caught our eyes was the cavalry. A large number of cavalry, lined up at the camp gate, did not make way for us in the slightest, they wore bronze barbarian helmets, they were covered in chain mail, and the most striking thing was the spear they carried on their shoulders, which was nearly three meters long. Judging from their faces, it is obvious that they are all barbarians, and only barbarians have such good cavalry. But the unpleasant thing is that they hold their heads high and don't seem to take us seriously at all.

"Woo~Woo~"

A rough trumpet sounded, and a splendid carriage drawn by four tall horses passed in front of these horsemen, and headed north along the dirt road under their feet, and these barbarian cavalry rode forward and followed, leaving us with only waist-high dust and horse manure along the way.

"Wow! Look, look! ”

Standing at the front, the chief centurion Guy, no one was worse than him if he was sinned, and the dust cleared, revealing his figure, he covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve in embarrassment, and his body was covered with a thick layer of dust. It seems that this group of cavalry not only did not take us seriously, but even such a noble chief centurion was deflated.

"That's right, this is Aetius! Prominent status, no one in sight! “

Guy patted the dust off his body and followed the group with an embarrassed smile. "I saw that the time has defeated the Burgundians, and I am afraid that he will not even pay attention to His Majesty the current Emperor!" Of course, he said this behind his back.