The battle lasted all night, and we stopped killing until the morning sun poked out half of our heads the next day.

I stood there and calmed down for a long time, and then I finally came back to my senses, "What did I do?" "Looking at the blood on my hands, I remembered the cruel appearance of last night, forget it, don't think about it. Looking back, the original camp had been burned clean by the night's fire, leaving only corpses in the ground, and this sneak attack was a heavy blow to us.

"Damn it!"

The Old Overseer kicked away the shield that was blocking his feet, and it was clear that he was victorious, but the Old Overseer looked furious. Such an action frightened the soldier who had just whispered in his ear into his ear.

"In a battle, three hundred men came from Burgundians, and we, more than a thousand! The result? We've broken in half, and these clumsy guys can't even tell the enemy from their own people, do you just close your eyes and swing your sword when you fight! "Let the old guy rage here, and everyone turned a deaf ear to it, and the rest of the survivors, except for the two hundred or so wounded soldiers, no one could take a rest, and they all moved to carry the bodies of the dead. At first glance, it is really not to blame the person who cut the wrong person, because the clothes of this Burgundian are too similar to the clothes of many mercenary soldiers, they are not wearing armor, and it is easy to make mistakes when carrying corpses, not to mention that in the dim light of the night, he dropped the corpse, and when he looked up, he saw the annoying phlegm throat, his face was pale, I don't know if he was overexerting himself last night, or he was not lightly frightened, hunched over, the shovel was shaking, and he no longer had the arrogant appearance of the original.

"We probably killed more than 300 people last night, and 200 unlucky people may end his mercenary career here."

Andrew dragged a corpse (because he had to hold the flag in one hand, so we all carried the corpse, and he dragged it.) Come with me to the big pit that I had dug improvised, and throw the body of my comrade-in-arms who had only been in arms for three days into the pit, and there were soldiers here to bury it.

"I saw that the cavalry who accompanied the army took the money bags from the corpses as the old Overseer had ordered, shouldn't I send them back to their families?"

I asked, puzzled.

"Ha, Luga, have you heard of a place where kings and generals care about these guys who work for money?" Andrew pointed to the corpse in the pit and said, "Don't you see it yet?" The lives of our mercenaries are worth only the seventy-five denaris. If you look at the guys last night, you can tell that very few of us get paid for the first week. ”

"But we're alive now, aren't we?"

"But if we go on like this, we're going to die!" Andrew looked very excited, which I didn't quite understand, maybe he knew something, which made him so scared.

"Andrew, what the hell do you know?"

"We seem to be cannon fodder." Andrew said hesitantly: "I have seen before, groups of cannon fodder troops, as the vanguard and the enemy head-to-hand combat, used to consume the enemy's physical strength and number of cannon fodder. Andrew stroked the blood-stained flagpole and murmured, "God, I pray that you will come in the decisive battle and save me from danger!" ”

I don't know what this guy was praying for, or why, but I could see something unnatural in his worried expression, and as the minutes ticked by, the sun was rising, and the soldiers who were busy burying the bodies were done (they were supposed to be cremated, but it was too wasteful to prepare the wood, and I thought it might be that the old Overseer's head was distressed by the burial of Tenaris) to collect the money bags of the dead, and the old Overseer ordered some to be distributed to the wounded and sent them away. In this way, the entire army went from 1,000 people to just over 500 people. The Roman cavalry, who had followed the old Overseer, redivided the remaining 500 men into five phalanxes, lined up, and continued to advance. The Overseer's cavalry now accounted for a much larger proportion, and although there were some losses, the loss of one or two unlucky ghosts was not a loss at all for these veterans.

There was a lot of joy missing along the way, and I think this night attack was a heavy blow to the hearts of all the survivors present, and there was no one who chirped and bragged like a sparrow along the way. The fear of war is on everyone's mind now, even Andrew," Andrew said to me as he walked, "or find a chance, let's go." ”

"Andrew? Why are you so upset? ”

I asked puzzled, but seeing Andrew's uneasy feeling getting stronger and stronger, my heart began to panic, and I suddenly lost my opinion, and watched as I followed the troops farther and farther.

"Hey! Let's start our spirits! ”

The old Overseer rode past us, shouting, "Now that we have been attacked by the Burgundians, we are not far from the real battlefield!" Hurry up, Marshal Aetius is waiting for us in front! ”

"Oh, did you hear that?"

Andrew whispered to me, "We don't have any more time, we have to leave!" ”

"Andrew, we're leaving, where can we go?"

"Whatever, you can go wherever you want! As soon as we die, then this flag will be taken away, and then taken apart, and then sold for money, and then no one will ever know the glory of the 7th Gemina Legion again! ”

"Hey! You two! ”

The Overseer's cavalry noticed our movements, and he shouted to stop us from talking. When he rode to our side, he was sweating as easily as those of us walking, because he had no horses, and he had to clamp his belly on the inside of his thighs so that he wouldn't fall. It wasn't an easy job, so the cavalryman sweated and said, "Don't think you can break the rules if you came up with an idea yesterday!" ”

I nodded to Andrew, but the cavalryman didn't seem to be about to stop there, he must have heard something he shouldn't have heard, so he accompanied us for the rest of the journey, and Andrew's escape plan was frustrated.

By this time it was already afternoon, and the dust had risen on the dirt road in front of me, and the sound of horses' hooves could be heard from far to near. In a short time, we saw five civilians on horseback blocking our way.

"It's a scout."

Andrew whispered.

"Report the number of the troops!"

The lead scout asked, waving his hand.

"We are the supporting mercenaries of Akway-Sextia," said the old Overseer in a deep voice, "and I met a few wandering Burgundians on the way, and it took too much time to encircle and suppress them, so I delayed for some time. ”

"If you can come, many of the mercenaries supporting us have been attacked by the Burgundians, come with us, Marshal Aetius is waiting!" With that, the scout turned around and acted as a guide to guide us.

That is, after a short distance of a small forest, a huge military camp appeared in front of us, a temporary high wooden wall, with a tower every hundred meters, and the soldiers standing guard on it were attracted by our arrival.

The scout came to the city and shouted to the soldiers on the gatehouse, "Open the door, it's the mercenaries of Akway-Ssexia!" ”

Not long after the words were spoken, the huge wooden gate of the camp slowly opened, and two groups of heavily armed Roman soldiers came out, who lined up neatly on both sides of the camp gate, guarding us as we entered in turn.

Yes, to be exact, we have reached the destination we are going to reach.

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