Chapter 210 Uninvited Guests

Walking past them, Luca held his breath, looking at their young faces, including their centurions. They all looked dull, and gave people the feeling that they didn't even know what was going on. Thinking of their listless appearance, Luca even began to worry about his own future.

Pretending to walk into the tent calmly, Luca grabbed Sebastianus as soon as he entered. He could no longer hold back his dissatisfaction and asked loudly: "Hey, didn't you say that they are a new legion equivalent to the field legion? Why do I think they are not as good as the cannon fodder of the auxiliary legion!"

"Oh, sir, don't be angry!" Sebastianus waved his hand at Luca and explained, "Today's soldiers are trained through the tempering of steel on the battlefield. To put it bluntly, many soldiers are consumables."

"What?" Luca felt that what Sebastianus said was so absurd. As his mentor, he actually taught him that soldiers were expendable and didn't care about their lives at all. "If you just say that, what qualifications do you have to be my mentor? Go away!" Luca pointed to the outside of the camp at Sebastianus, as if he had made up his mind and would not change it.

Faced with Luca's rude expulsion, Sebastianus did not leave in anger, but burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Luka raised his head and glared at him.

"I laugh at you for being too young and not understanding anything?" Sebastianus said with a smile and shook his head.

"You bastard!" Faced with such ridicule, Luga gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. "How can a demon like you who treats human life as grass be qualified to be a soldier! Go away, the camp does not need you!"

"Okay, Sir Luca." Sebastianus seemed very indifferent. He turned around, walked to the camp gate and stopped, looked back at Luca and said, "I hope that when you realize that you are just a powerless guy, you will turn back. It is not too late!" After that, he left without looking back, leaving Luca alone.

"A helpless guy!" Luca almost laughed out loud. What qualifications did this defeated general have to teach Luca a lesson? Why didn't he stay in a safe place to recuperate and die with the guilt of failure for the rest of his life? Instead of pointing fingers at Luca, a rising star who had just started his career! It was indeed a bit rude. Thinking of this, Luca walked out of the tent and saw Sebastianus boarding his carriage accompanied by Andrew. The waiter drove the carriage and slowly left the military camp. Luca breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself, "This guy is finally gone!"

“Andrew!”

Andrew, who was standing there, heard the call and hurried into the tent. Before Luca could speak, he heard Andrew questioning: "Luca, what's going on? He is an experienced old officer!"

"No matter how experienced he is, he is just a cruel demon like Aetius!" Luca criticized Sebastianus very harshly, as if he had completely denied this person in his heart.

"Andrew, now you see it too." In order to stop this useless argument, Andrew would definitely argue with Luca when encountering such a thing. Both sides held their own opinions and could not persuade each other at all, so it was better to keep their opinions. So Luca deliberately changed the subject and drew Andrew's attention to the actual matter. "This new legion that claims to be able to compete with the field legion that is doing its best to fight, the quality of the soldiers and the discipline of the entire legion shocked me. I have to say, such an army is really impossible to command."

"So what do we do?" Andrew asked.

"Three months!" Luga held up three fingers. "For these guys, it will take three months to achieve what I consider to be an ideal combat capability. And Andrew, you need an instructor to teach these guys who haven't even fully grown their hair how to fight!"

"But I can't do what you wish, Luka, I'm sorry!"

What? Even you are not on my side? Luca looked up in surprise, but the first thing he saw was a piece of parchment handed over by Andrew.

"Where did this come from?" Luca asked, taking the parchment with a puzzled look on his face. At this moment, a picture suddenly flashed through his mind. Just now, when Andrew sent Sebastianus to the car, Sebastianus gave Andrew a few instructions and handed him a note. Could it be this parchment? Luca couldn't wait to open it and read it carefully.

"This is a letter from His Majesty Augustus. Lord Sebastianus specifically asked me to give it to you before he left. He said that since you have arrived at the military camp, it is time to hand it to you." Andrew said, standing aside consciously, waiting for Luca to finish reading the letter.

Luca stood there for a long time holding the parchment, because he couldn't believe that the letter was written by Theodosius II.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

Luca held the parchment letter with trembling hands and asked again: "What is his relationship with Augustus?"

"It doesn't matter, Luca." Andrew explained, "Augustus only knows that he is a staunch opponent of Aetius, and that's enough."

"That is to say, they have reached a consensus and formed an alliance in maintaining the rule of the Flavius ​​family in the Western Empire, right?" Luga sighed, threw the parchment letter on the table, put his hands behind his back, slowly walked out of the tent, and looked at the soldiers who were still training. Even if they seemed to be training hard now, in Luga's opinion they were just pretending, like a group of monkeys holding weapons and performing in front of Luga.

"Luka," Andrew came up behind him and asked, "What exactly does the letter say?"

"We are leaving, Andrew." Luca said without looking back. "Prepare for two days and take the legion to the port of Athens to find the naval commander Fulvius Hermanus."

"Where are you going?"

"Big Sicily!"

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Two days later, this newly formed army appeared in the streets of Athens in front of the curious eyes of the citizens of Athens. The leader was naturally Luca, who carried a scepter and rode at the front of the army. Compared with the guards behind him, his armor was not outstanding, but he seemed to like heavy armor and used the full-body chain mail of the iron-clad cavalry at that time. However, this time, the outside was no longer a heavy leather armor, but a red cotton armor. This was much lighter and beautiful. Under the guidance of the local guards, such a large team came to the port of Athens.

"Stop!" A dozen sailors in leather armor suddenly appeared on the busy and crowded dock, led by a man wearing a cape, thin leather armor, and a Greek-style helmet with purple feathers. He was young, about twenty years old, wearing a purple cape. Because of the sea breeze all year round, his face was not as white as the princes and nobles in the mansion, but bronze. Under his thick eyebrows were a pair of eagle eyes, with a slightly raised chin and a raised mouth. He looked very impressive surrounded by the soldiers behind him.

What a bold guy, Luka thought to himself, didn't this young man sense his identity? Even if he didn't understand, he should understand after looking at the many soldiers behind him. But he didn't seem to be afraid at all. Was he a madman or was there some other reason? Luka didn't know.

"My dear friend." Luca knew that this was the territory of Fulvius Hermanus. This little guy dared to step forward to stop them, so he must have a special relationship with Hermanus. So he had to be kind and speak in a slow tone. He smiled and said, "We are all soldiers of the Empire. Look, we have something important to do. I hope you won't stop us and make way for us to enter the dock."

"Who are you?" Instead of listening to the advice, this guy pointed his finger at Luga and asked loudly.

Hey, this little bastard! The word "bold and audacious" is the perfect way to describe him! This made Luca very angry. If there weren't citizens everywhere who stopped to watch the excitement, if no one was watching, he would have to "snap" this kid! When Hermanus asked him, he would just say he didn't know. How wonderful! No, no, no, you can't think like that! Luca still looked at the young man with a playful smile and introduced himself: "I am Orius Luca, the commander of the Ninth Sanctions Legion. May I ask who you are?"

"Oh, so you are the adopted son of His Majesty Augustus!"

This damned little beast, how could he speak so viciously! He pointed at Luca and said this, and Luca's smile froze a little. His right hand unconsciously touched the hilt of the sword. He was now thinking about how to make up a lie to fool Hermanus. After all, once the sword was drawn, blood would be shed!

(End of this chapter)