"Your Excellency, I'm sorry, I couldn't keep the car."

Levi bowed his head, and then bowed, as if admitting his mistake, I am ready to see what Aetius should criticize him, so that this damn creature will be proud in front of me in the future.

"No, it's okay, don't be formal, Levi!"

Aetius opened his mouth slowly, and dismounted, and was greeted by a slurch on the ground, the carriage of which had been devastated by the Burgundian barbarians skilled in destruction, and the precious silk cloth within was scattered to the ground, tearing the angry Burgundians to the ground. The four horses pulling the cart were killed, and the hungry mastiff was emptied of his belly, and Aetius turned pale and clenched his fists as if trying to restrain his anger.

"Your Excellency."

Levi called softly, but what surprised me was that Aetius, who was angry, he Levi still didn't let the family relieve it, so if he disturbed it, it would be troublesome to break out when the time came! It's bad, it's bad, I'm ready to see Levi's jokes.

But what I never expected in the ending was that Aetius just sighed, waved his hand at Levi, and said with a smile: "That's it, that's it, it's time to bury these barbarians!" ”

"Marshal, do you mean, leaving no prisoners?"

"Yes!" Aetius replied decisively, "These people have no effect on the legion, and raising them is just a waste of our bread!" ”

As he spoke, he turned to look back at the soldier who was holding down the captive, and waved his hand. The soldiers in charge of the execution immediately understood, grabbed the Burgundian captive's hair with his left hand and jerked it upward, forcing them to lift their heads and expose their necks, and then with their right hand, they grabbed their long swords and rested them on the captive's neck, the blade sinking into the flesh and pulling rapidly.

"Whew!"

Streams of blood gushed from the necks of the struggling captives, who looked desperately at the sky and opened their mouths to say something, but they could no longer make a sound, and the blood splattered out of the arteries.

The soldiers let go of their hands, and the captive lost consciousness like a sandbag, "Boom!" He collapsed into the pile of corpses with a thud. The first group was killed, and then the second group was killed, and then the cries of the captives in the back rang out, and they trembled incessantly, and the Burgundians, who had brought us fear, were now afraid. They wept loudly, and some even struggled to escape, but the Roman soldiers around them were not going to let them run away like this, and of course, many more were going to dispel the pointless thought of those who tried to escape.

The fate of those who fled was to be beaten on the ground until they could not get up. But this did not save them from being killed, and the Roman soldiers shouted and dragged the captives' legs under the trees beside the road, for there were ropes that had been prepared, and they only had to put the ring around the neck of the unconscious captive, and then they lifted the unfortunate man into the air, and watched the dying Burgundian kick his legs in mid-air, and slowly rolled his eyes, and the Romans below laughed so hard that they couldn't close their mouths.

The executions of the soldiers, who can be described as brutal, now take pleasure in killing, and in order to speed up the progress, they divide the prisoners into two groups, one with their throats cut, and the other with hanging, without delay at both ends.

If I didn't know what hell was like before, now I can see much more clearly, hell is pretty much what it looks like, demons are wielding butcher knives and frantically slaughtering people who have no ability to resist, but none of these people are innocent. The long sword that cut my throat, the gushing blood made the smell of blood in the air a lot stronger, I couldn't stand the unbearable smell, and reached out to cover my mouth and nose.

"Wow, wow!!"

Unable to stand the triple blow of sight, smell, and hearing, Formio fell to his knees, and the filth was like a dam that had opened the gates. He just knelt and put his hands on his thighs, this action was very strange, he would rather vomit so tired than put his hands on the ground, maybe his hands did not dare to touch, because the ground was full of blood.

"Hey, I say, Fermio."

I shook my crotch and slowly came to his side and squatted down, oh, this sour smell, the ground was full of almost digested food, and there was that disgusting sour smell when I was eroded by stomach acid, I quickly took two steps back, lest it irritate me and vomit. Come on, you spit on yours, I'll avoid it!

The massacre lasted all afternoon, the blood on the ground literally lifted the shields, and the trees on both sides of the road were covered with corpses.

"Assemble! Gather! ”

"Woohoo! Phew! ”

The rapid whistle caught everyone's attention, and I looked back to see that it was Chief Centurion Guy, whose face was completely obscured by the blood like a mask, and I really wouldn't have recognized him if it weren't for the conspicuous scales. By his side, there were originally five centurions, only this time, there were only two centurions to his left and right, and he carried the same blood-stained banner of the legion.

"Andrew, let's go over, that cunning guy has gathered us."

Andrew understood, tightened the cloth around his arm, and followed me, one foot deep and one foot shallow, struggling through the blood-soaked dirt, following and merging into the ranks of the assembled remnants of the defeated army. Boasting of one corpse after another, the last remaining soldiers of the Fourteenth Twin Legion gathered under the banner of Chief Centurion Guy.

Guy looked around us, of course, his eyes were full of torn armor and blood, completely devoid of the appearance of the morning march. Guy didn't say a word, and I knew he didn't dare to speak, for he had deceived us, and though he had led his only two hundred-men to a brave attack on the Burgundians, he had abandoned us. But he was so silent, not saying a word, and he didn't make it clear to us even if he mentioned it.

"Sir!" I didn't want this bastard to be fooled like that, so I just stood up and faced him.

Guy looked at me, and he could see that I had something to ask him, and he swallowed, his bloody face unrecognizable to see anticipation or surprise.

"Why didn't you tell us the truth?"

I questioned him sharply, at this moment, I don't care about the difference in rank, although he is my boss's boss, but he has just escaped from death, and I don't care about whether to give him face or not!