Chapter 669 Teacher, wash yourself and wait for me!

"How can you yell so loudly? Stop it!"

Amid the scolding, the three sons of fate who rushed in hurriedly came to a sudden stop in front of the bed.

They stuck out their tongues, stretched out their hands obediently, and presented the letters that needed to be reported.

Loen snorted pretentiously, opened the sealing wax, quickly glanced through the contents of the letter, and couldn't help frowning.

The letters were written by Caesar and Alexander and originated from the Roman region of Cilicia.

It is located on the Anatolian Peninsula, to the north of the island of Cyprus, extending to Pamphylia in the west and the Taurus Mountains in the north. It is located on the passage to the Mediterranean Sea and is a very important trade hub.

But it seems that because of the special geographical environment and the circulation of a large amount of wealth, heroes from all walks of life were attracted here to form groups to start businesses.

Two famous historical events made them famous.

First: betray Spartacus and his rebels;

Second: kidnap Caesar and demand a high ransom.

That’s right, this is the place where Caesar was kidnapped and the lair of many pirates.

Although afterwards, Caesar organized a fleet to clear out the heroes here.

But as we all know, pirates have extremely tenacious vitality and are a special kind of creature that grows out of the sea from time to time.

Therefore, after a period of peace, pirates in the Cilicia region reappeared and blocked the material transportation channels between Rome and Greece several times during the War of the Gods.

However, as the dust settled on the war between gods, the good days of these heroes naturally came to an end.

Under the order of the Divine Emperor Nero, Caesar and Alexander assembled a fleet and headed to the Cilicia region to suppress bandits.

I thought this kind of small job of regular army fighting bandits was easier than a spring picnic.

However, after entering the Cilicia region, before they encountered the pirates, they ran into an army dressed in Persian costumes.

Their numbers are huge, numbering in the hundreds of thousands.

Moreover, the team included not only Persia's regular slave army and servant army, but also the well-equipped Persian Immortal Army from Persia itself.

This was the famous elite force of the Achaemenid Empire.

Often only the Persian royal family who possessed divine blood were qualified to call upon them when going to war.

Such a large-scale march was obviously not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Therefore, Alexander and Caesar suspected:

It is very likely that the pirates in the Cilicia region have defected to the Persian gods and become guides for the Persians in order to avoid being liquidated after the war.

Since the purpose of the expedition was only to suppress bandits, the troops led by Alexander and Caesar were not large, only a few tens of thousands of people.

Moreover, the team does not have any powerful heroes with divine blood or gods.

To be on the safe side, the two men wanted to temporarily avoid the attack and lead the army into a nearby fortress to hold on and wait for reinforcements.

But they obviously underestimated the reconnaissance capabilities of the Persian army.

By the time the letter arrived, Caesar and Alexander's actions had been exposed and they were being pursued by the Persians.

At this moment, the two sides may have already started fighting.

After reading the contents of the letter, Loen couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his forehead.

A few days ago, he used the false news of the Egyptian fleet's invasion to scare the lazy Athenians, forcing them to stop fighting among themselves and unite to face the outside world.

As a result, the Persian army infiltrated the border of the Roman Empire by land in a short time.

Retribution comes so fast...

At this time, the three little ones who came to deliver the letter couldn't help but come forward and ask:

"Teacher, do you need the temple to summon priests immediately and prepare for divine support?"

"No hurry, the gods haven't shown up yet. This is at best just a preliminary test by the humans. The Persian gods won't attack so soon."

Lorne answered casually, looking confident.

After the war between Babylon and Canaan, both sides suffered losses.

Whether it is the reshuffle of forces in the Canaanite Age of Gods, the reshaping of the Babylonian Age of Gods, or the power struggle within the Persian Alliance, all of them will take some time.

Similarly, the European age of gods, which had taken over the Babylonian gods and the Garden of Eden, also needed time to adjust.

Therefore, now is far from the time for both sides to go to war.

The Persian troops that broke into the Cilicia region were most likely small pawns coming to explore the way, and there was no need to mobilize a large force for this.

"But..." The three little guys looked embarrassed and hesitated to speak.

They often regard themselves as "senior students" and believe that they have the obligation to protect their "classmates".

Although Alexander and Caesar were transfer students who joined the school late, they respected them very much and would bring some toys or gifts every time they came to strengthen their relationship.

Therefore, the three sons of destiny were somewhat worried about the safety of their two younger classmates.

Seeing the uneasiness in the hearts of the three children, Luo En raised the neatly written letter in his hand and comforted them:

"Don't worry. The fact that Caesar and Alexander still have time to write to me at this moment proves that they will not die anytime soon."

Then, he paused, a smile flashing in his eyes:

"Besides, these two guys are not the useless ones in Rome who just eat and wait to die. Even if there is a slight difference in military strength, the Persians may not be able to defeat them. They may even suffer a big setback."

Hearing this, the three sons of destiny were completely relieved.

Their teacher has always been very good at judging people, and his inferences are almost always correct.

Since the teacher has guaranteed that Alexander and Caesar will be fine, they will definitely be able to handle it.

"However, we can't just leave it alone. Go and inform Nero and Cassandra to wait in the living room. I will be there shortly."

"Okay, let's do it now!"

The three little ones agreed in unison, and then each of them used the power of [Path] to go to the temple and the palace to call for help.

After confirming that the three sons of destiny had left, Loen's tense nerves relaxed, and a certain forbidden experience reached its climax.

As the corners of the quilt moved, Aglaya poked out her beautiful head, her charming eyes revealing a hint of mischievous teasing of a girl.

You can still laugh! You almost ruined my reputation!

Luo En glared at this subordinate who looked like a good girl on the surface but was actually rebellious in nature, and said in feigned anger:

"They're almost here, why aren't you getting up yet?"

The morning exercise was over, so Aglaya naturally agreed.

She immediately used gold thread to weave a set of gorgeous clothes for herself and her boss to replace the old clothes that only had pieces of cloth left, and eliminated the evidence of the crime left in the house.

After finishing the work, the two of them deliberately left a time difference and went out to the reception room one after the other.

Soon, the three sons of fate also arrived at the scene with Cassandra and Nero.

As soon as he entered the room, before he even sat down, Nero excitedly waved his fist and volunteered:

"The Persians are coming? And the one leading the army is a royal family? That's perfect. I want to lead the army in person and defeat them!"

She is a restless person by nature.

But since she ascended the throne, she could only stay in Rome, where she had to spend her days fighting words and scheming with a group of aging politicians.

It would be fine if these days were short, but if they were long, it would be a torture for her.

It was a rare opportunity to get to the border, and she couldn't wait to break out of the cage and have a big fight with those Persians.

However, this was only an exploratory contest between the two sides, and it was far from the point where the Roman Emperor needed to lead the army in person.

Loen was going to reject Nero's request, but changed his mind after thinking about it:

"Alright, this will be your academic assessment. I will allow you to go with the army."

If we count the human kings of the great ages of gods, such as Ramses II, Artoria, Gilgamesh, Semiramis, Cyrus the Great, Darius I, etc., they basically all have rich experience in leading troops and are models of military knowledge.

A thousand-mile horse cannot run in the courtyard, and a thousand-year-old pine cannot be grown in a flowerpot.

Nero, as the divine emperor of the Roman Empire, is destined to become a useless rubber stamp if he is simply kept in the city of Rome without experiencing the real wind and rain.

It would be better to take this opportunity to let her go to the battlefield and gain some experience.

Anyway, this is just a preliminary test among mortals, the intensity of the war is pitifully small, and he has his teacher and a large number of European gods to support him. Even if some problems arise, they can be remedied in time.

If we wait until the gods come down, there will be no room for the children to practice.

At this moment, Nero was overjoyed to hear that the teacher agreed to his request.

Luo En snorted lightly and poured a basin of cold water on his student:

"Don't be too happy too soon. This is just the beginning of the test. It's not appropriate to mobilize a large army. I will only give you two legions, about 50,000 people. Moreover, this is your first time to participate in a war. You have no experience in leading troops and cannot directly intervene in military operations. You need to recommend two legion commanders to be responsible for overall planning."

Nero was a little disappointed at first, but he quickly calmed down.

War is no joke, and the most taboo is for an amateur to lead professionals. With her blank military resume, she is indeed not suitable to lead troops in combat directly.

She thought for a moment and replied:

"For two legions, let Octavian and Pompey come. I have discussed this with Alexander and Caesar before. They think there are only a few candidates in the empire who have experience in large-scale military operations and good military talents. They should be the most suitable ones at the moment."

Lorne nodded, a relieved smile on his face.

Among the outstanding heroes of early Rome, Caesar, Pompey and Crassus are known as the First Triumvirate, while Mark Antony, Octavian and Lepidus are known as the Second Triumvirate.

The military skills of these six people have their own strengths and weaknesses.

Among them, Crassus was defeated in the Parthian War and died. Even his head was cut off and filled with gold, leaving no dignity behind.

Lepidus lost to Pompey's son Pompey the Younger in Sicily, and Octavian took the opportunity to seize power from him.

Mark Antony also performed well in military affairs, but he showed his talents more in politics and diplomacy. In the confrontation with Octavian, he ultimately failed, showing his inadequacy in military decision-making.

Therefore, among the six, Caesar, Pompey and Octavian are the top three in military level, with less water.

Historically, Pompey had conquered Africa, wiped out Mediterranean pirates, and conquered Turkey where the Cilicia region is located. Choosing him to play was definitely a professional match.

On the other hand, Octavian was Caesar's nephew and grandson, and was adopted by Caesar. He learned a lot from Caesar in leading troops and fighting, and the two sides had cooperated with each other several times. Therefore, whether emotionally or rationally, Octavian would put all his efforts in this military rescue operation.

Obviously, Nero's recommendation of these two people as legion commanders was not a casual remark, but was the result of careful consideration.

Score 85 points in the first test of identifying and employing people, and you will pass.

Luo En nodded with satisfaction and said in a deep voice:

"Okay, let them lead the army. Once the army is assembled, you can officially set out. I will let the three sons of fate open up a [gate] for you, and Cassandra and the Pantheon will provide you with some necessary firepower support."

"Teacher, just wait and cheer for my triumph!"

Nero was very confident.

Then, she seemed to have thought of something, and looked at her teacher with her eyes rolling around:

"But, pure fighting is too boring, how about preparing some jackpots?"

Luo En didn't doubt him and asked with a smile: "Okay, what do you want?"

"I've been studying art related to sketches and plaster statues recently, but I'm lacking materials that match my aesthetic."

"so?"

"If I win, you'll be my model for three days!" Nero licked his lips, a hint of excitement flashing in his golden red eyes: "The kind without clothes!"

Luo En's face darkened, and he picked up the mailbox in his hand and smashed it at the head:

"roll!"

Nero dodged the mailbox with his head turned sideways, rushed out the door holding his head, and yelled:

"Teacher, since you don't object, I'll take it as your consent! Remember to get naked and wait for me later!"

Evil disciple!

How could the atmosphere of the sect be so distorted? Can't there be some normal people?

Luo En's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

However, as several gazes fell on him one after another, he couldn't help but shudder and turned his head to look behind him.

At this time, Cassandra, Aglaia, and the three sons of fate, who had not left yet, were all looking at him.

Some are hot, some are teasing, and some are curious, interweaving into a kind of eagerness to try:

"Teacher, we also want to..."

"No, you don't want to!"

Luo En decisively put an end to this bad sign with a dark face. He raised his hand and threw everyone out of the hall, without giving them any chance to put forward any conditions.

Several students looked at each other and shook their heads regretfully. They could only temporarily give up this rare opportunity to make a wish and rush to their respective posts to engage in intensive action.

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At the same time, Alexander and Caesar on the front line also officially faced their own challenges.

On the Cilician plains in late autumn, the roar of Persian war elephants could be heard in the morning mist.

The 160,000-strong Persian army stretched across the Pinarus River, with an array 4 kilometers wide. In the center was the Persian Immortal Army wearing feather headdresses, and on both wings were deployed cavalry from a dozen Persian provinces - the Cappadocians wielded scimitars and the Bactrians held high their spears.

Looking from afar, the crowds of people stretched to the ground and the sky, forming a black mass that seemed endless.

In contrast, Alexander and Caesar only had more than 40,000 Roman soldiers.

Although they occupied advantageous terrain in advance, their defense line was extremely thin, like a bubble that would shatter at the slightest touch.

"How about it? Are you sure?" Caesar patted the compacted soil on the top of the wall and looked at Alexander beside him.

"If the ones who came were Cyrus, Cambyses II, Darius I... these Persian emperors who know military skills, we would indeed be in danger. Unfortunately, the Persian commander this time is an inexperienced rookie, so it won't be that easy for him to defeat us."

Alexander put on his silver helmet and looked contemptuously at the tall figure surrounded by the Persian Undead Army on the other side of the river.

I think his name is Darius III?

Although he appeared to be a benevolent ruler who cared about his soldiers, he also lacked the power to discipline them.

Therefore, before the battle officially started, the enemy's line was already in disarray.

In addition, he had previously marched and pursued several times, and slowed down several times out of suspicion. This proved that the other party lacked the courage to make decisions when the time came, and his emotions fluctuated violently. He was easily excited and discouraged.

These personality traits may not be a big deal for a royal family member who just wants to eat and wait for death, but for a military commander, they are undoubtedly fatal flaws.

A mediocre man who is not fit for battle.

Alexander made his assessment in his mind and did not feel that the enemy, which was several times larger than his own, was a threat at all.

As the Persian army on the other side began to advance, the Macedonian prince jumped on his horse, stroked the mane of his mount Bucephalus, and casually drew his sword, the cold light piercing through the morning mist, pointing forward:

"Everyone, war is not a game that can be won by having more people. Let us teach the other side how to fight!"

The fellow cavalrymen who were lined up neatly around them laughed loudly and shouted loudly:

“We will win!”

“We will win!”

“We will win!”

(End of this chapter)