Chapter 29 The First War

It was not easy for Andrew and I to travel this distance. Andrew was even frightened by the seemingly casual remarks of the spit-throated man, and he was afraid that the spit-throated man would steal his flag. So Andrew and I had to take care of the night watch. I was on duty in the first half of the night, and Andrew was on duty in the second half. The first two days were fine, but we could not get a good rest at night after marching during the day. The problem began to appear on the third day. Andrew began to talk to himself, and the general content was that in order to avoid more trouble at night, he might as well kill the spit-throated man.

I didn't know how to dissuade Andrew in this situation. After all, if anyone tried to take his flag, even if the current emperor Valentinian III came, he would beat the emperor off his carriage.

That night, after dinner, Andrew sat on a big rock and sharpened his Spada iron sword angrily. His eyes were red, which was obviously because he had not gotten enough rest. He kept saying, "Two days have passed, and that ugly thing has not made a move. It seems that today will be the day for it."

"Oh, think about it, Andrew, maybe he really doesn't mean that?" I advised.

"What do you mean by no? I'll sharpen my sword just in case, so I can chop that ugly thing down with one blow!" Andrew continued as he sharpened his sword, "No matter who it is, if they move, or even look at my flag for a second longer, they are not allowed to do that!"

I really couldn't think of any way to dissuade this hopeless Andrew. It was getting late, but out of worry, I didn't dare to fall asleep. Although there were soldiers assigned to guard every day, Andrew was not a pushover. How could these inexperienced guards stop this experienced veteran?

But Andrew was not the only one who suffered from lack of sleep. I was also exhausted and lay on the ground covered with a makeshift blanket. It was strange that the blanket seemed to have hands and held me tightly. I was too tired to move and soon fell into sleep.

"About how long has it been?"

In the midst of my hazy sleep, a soft whispered question suddenly rang in my ear. This was not the Latin that I had learned unconsciously, but my mother tongue. The question was from a female voice, strictly speaking, it was Xiaoya's voice. It had been so long that I almost forgot her voice, but I had not forgotten her face, the face that I had been thinking about day and night and wanted to get back all the time.

"who?"

I subconsciously called out softly, but everything in front of me was still hazy, without any hint or shadow. It felt like I was dead. I tried to move forward and reached out to push away the haziness in front of me. The darkness was like a thin veil. I moved my fingers lightly and the veil opened to both sides, finally revealing a graceful figure.

"Xiaoya."

I struggled in my heart for a long time, and finally said it out loud. Looking at Xiaoya, she was wearing the same clothes she wore when I first met her. Her actions were exactly like how I did when I first fell in love with her.

After kicking the swing,

Get up and straighten your slender hands.

The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the thin clothes are soaked with sweat.

When she saw someone coming, she took off her gold hairpins and ran away in her socks.

She walked away shyly, leaning against the door and looking back,

But smell the green plum.

That was the most precious time in college. I loved her smile. Here she smiled at me as well. That smile was so pure, without any extra emotion. Isn't this what I long to see? I choked up, slowly stretched out my right hand, approached her, approached her, touched her cheek with my fingertips, "Xiao Ya." Unconsciously, a teardrop passed through the corner of my eye, but I had no time to wipe it off. I only blamed the tears that welled up in my eyes for blurring that beautiful smile.

I touched it, I touched it! I actually touched her face, she didn't resist at all, just closed her eyes, this is the action we have reached a consensus on for three years, I like to touch her like this, she is like a cat, she also likes and enjoys my caress. My fingertips slide gently on her delicate skin, she smiles even sweeter, just like before.

"Xiaoya, have you forgiven me?"

I mustered up my courage, and my heart began to beat nervously, just like the first time we held hands. I longed for Xiaoya to take the initiative to hold me in her arms, and we would swear to each other to never leave each other, just like before.

Was it just a dream? My fingertips brushed across her face. Even though I was extremely happy, my hands didn't feel anything. And the skin where my fingertips brushed was cracked with horrible wounds so deep that you could see the bone.

I was frightened and quickly pulled my hand back. Xiaoya stood in front of me, motionless. Even her smile didn't change at all, but those horrible wounds made her smile particularly hideous.

“No, no!” I stepped back again and again, “Xiaoya, this wasn’t me, Xiaoya, this wasn’t me!”

The wound on Xiaoya's face began to bleed, first a little at a time, until it formed a straight line, covering half of her face. I lowered my head to look at my right hand that had just touched her, and it was covered with blood.

“Wow!”

Xiaoya in front of him turned into a pool of blood in an instant, and the scene in front of him returned to darkness again. Only a miserable smile could be heard in the chaos.

The violent shaking forced me to open my eyes suddenly, and the tears trapped in my eyes suddenly burst out like a flood. Through my tearful eyes, I saw fire, fire everywhere, as if I was in a sea of ​​fire.

"Oh, God, I thought you were possessed again!"

Andrew slammed the Spada iron sword hard on my chest, then pulled out the iron sword from his waist.

“Andrew, what’s going on?”

I felt a little uneasy, so I quickly picked up my sword, climbed up, picked up the shield beside me, and came to Andrew's side. The mercenaries in front of me were in a mess, and they fled aimlessly in the burning flames like a group of headless flies.

"Maybe the Burgundians are coming, following me!"

After Andrew finished speaking, he bent down to pick up the flag of the Gemina Legion and ran towards where there were many mercenaries. I followed closely behind him. Along the way, I saw many people wearing coarse linen clothes, holding round shields and battle axes, walking in groups. Among them were men and women. These tough women were just as skilled and cruel as men in fighting. Many mercenaries who struggled to the end were hacked to death by these women. There were also mercenaries resisting along the way, but in the end, they were no match for the men and were soon drowned in the crowd of Burgundians.

I didn't dare stop and kept jogging until I heard a sharp whistle in the chaos.

"All units of the legion! Assemble! Whoosh! Whoosh! Don't panic, assemble! Assemble!"

Looking for the sound, that was the old warlord on the stage that day. (In fact, I don't know what his official title is, I just call him the warlord, anyway, he is also in this line of work.) The old warlord shouted at the top of his lungs, but how could those mercenaries who had basically not received any training obey his orders? Around him, except for the cavalrymen who followed the army, only Andrew and I joined them.

"Very good, both of you." Although the old commander was praising us, there was no trace of joy on his face. "You have the qualities of a soldier, a true imperial soldier!"

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As he spoke, the old warlord stood on tiptoe again and picked up his whistle and started blowing "whoosh, whoosh".

"Oh, sir, save your energy!"

I felt that there was something wrong with his approach, which was not surprising. After all, he was commanding trained soldiers, and he had no idea how to deal with these chaotic guys.

"What? Soldiers?"

The old warlord stopped what he was doing and looked at me in confusion.

"Whistling like this will have no effect on these undisciplined mercenaries!" I said, patting the shield in my hand. "They don't need orders now, they need momentum! Where is the momentum? It's in the weapons in our hands!"

"So what's your opinion?"

"Fight! Let these undisciplined people know that we are the ones attacking and we haven't lost yet!" I said, waving my sword at the Burgundians who were approaching not far away. They were killing indiscriminately and had no regard for anyone.

The old warlord took a deep breath and looked around at the dozens of soldiers around him. He had to admit that they were the backbone of this army. He said to me as if he had made a very difficult decision: "Okay, let's teach these barbarians who only know how to take money a lesson! Bugler, blow the attack horn!"

“Woo!!!”

In the chaos, the loud and unique sound of the Romans' trumpets rang out, echoing for a long time on the battlefield, causing the Burgundians who were advancing recklessly to stop and look around vigilantly, looking for the direction of the horn.

"Roman warriors!" The old governor drew out his iron sword, and the cavalrymen around him raised their spears and shields and slammed their shields hard, like roaring war mastiffs, waiting to loosen the chains that bound them.

“Kill them!”

"roar!!!"

The Roman soldiers roared, thrust their shields forward, and rushed madly towards the Burgundians in front of them! Andrew and I were the first to bear the brunt of the attack. Andrew waved the legion flag in his hand, and the golden spearhead flashed a dazzling golden light in the flames!

"Die! Die!!!"

The soldiers roared. I felt that there were no longer dozens of us behind me, but thousands of troops, a whole legion! Follow the direction of the flag and push forward! The Burgundians were stunned. In the firelight, there were so many people that they couldn't tell how many Romans had come. But it was too late!

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I have to catch a flight today, so I’ll stop here.

(End of this chapter)