Chapter 372: The Last Reinforcements

"More than a month has passed, why haven't we seen any action from that eager Luca?"

After the weekly worship service, the missionaries sat together. Luca, who couldn't wait even a day, didn't care that he might become the target of the tribes of Britannia.

"Is this guy's patience greater than before?" Father Jiang Carlo sat in the middle of the missionaries. His expression was different from the missionaries around him. He wanted to appear calm and composed. Although he was paying close attention to and speculating about Luca's performance like the missionaries around him, the closed camp gate always kept them out. Who could know what Luca was thinking behind the closed camp gate?

Father Jiang Carlo stretched out his hand to the Bible and stroked the rough paper. On the surface, he was not affected by the outside world and read the Bible carefully, but in his heart, the "chicken soup" in the Bible had already gone bad and moldy. Because there were more important things that kept lingering in his heart like a nightmare, he struggled to guess what that person was thinking.

"Then how should we deal with it? After all, this group of believers are firmly on our side." A missionary said to Father Jiang Carlo worriedly: "Flavius ​​Luca may have realized that something is wrong. After all, for that massacre..."

"What massacre! What kind of massacre was that!" The mention of massacre seemed to touch a sensitive nerve of Father Jiang Carlo. He interrupted the missionary and yelled at him: "They started it first, those damn old bastards who are so old that they can't even hold a sword... They deserve to die, they deserve to be killed!" Father Jiang Carlo blurted out such a sentence, which made all the missionaries present shudder. They never expected that the always kind Father Jiang Carlo would become so hideous, like a devil from hell.

In the next second, Father Jiang Carlo quickly realized his gaffe. He waved his hand and said to the missionaries, "That's all for today. Go back, go back!"

After the missionaries left, Father Jiang Carlo was the only one left in the tent. Without the presence of people, the temperature dropped immediately, causing Father Jiang Carlo to quickly put on his sheepskin coat.

After all, this place is not like Rome, where the climate is pleasant and spring-like all year round. It is located in a wild place, and the temperature is much colder than he imagined. How could a guy who grew up in Naples get used to such cold? The low temperature made him shiver. He quickly tightened his sheepskin coat and moved towards the fire in the middle of the tent.

"Kutong!"

There was a sound of falling. What fell? Father Jiang Carlo looked down and saw that it was the Bible. This was a precious thing. When Father Jiang Carlo saw the Bible fall, his first reaction was not to bend down to pick it up but to look around. After making sure that no one was there, he could not help but snorted coldly and looked down at the Bible again.

"Only a fool would regard the teachings in it as the truth!" he said secretly in his heart, and then kicked the precious manuscript aside.

The training of the new recruits was completed in a rush within this month. Perhaps because of the sudden drop in temperature, a gust of cold wind blew, causing Luca to shiver.

Fortunately, he could endure such cold weather as long as it was not below zero, but he did not know what to do with the thirty or so new soldiers in front of him. They were all local Romans, who had been tricked by Olcott into joining Luca's legion. Because of their mixed blood, it was difficult to see Roman features on them. They were more like barbarians, who had been influenced by Roman culture since childhood.

"This could have helped me recruit more soldiers to join my army, but now..." Luca couldn't think any more. The pile of corpses had been burning in the fire for a whole week, and even the stones used for worship had been deformed. The thick smoke was like a "stone pillar" that reached the sky. God knows how many unwilling souls were mixed in this dark smoke and ascended to the "Hall of Valor" that the barbarians had passed down from mouth to mouth.

After a day of training, Andrew returned to Luca. He was sweating profusely, but he still put on his clothes to avoid catching a cold.

"There are too few of them." Andrew stretched out his hand towards the soldiers who were still on standby, but shook his head. "What can so many people do? They may not be able to take down a small tribe. If this is the case, there is no way we can take down Britannia."

"Now all the tribes within a hundred miles or even further know that I am an out-and-out butcher. Listen to how they describe me: slaughtering the elderly and eating babies." Luga replied with a wry smile, and couldn't help but think in his heart: "Jiang Kaluo, you really gave me a big gift!" Luga couldn't help but clench his fists and grit his teeth. He wished he could rush out right now and rush to the Ninth Legion camp where Jiang Kaluo was to cut this damn bastard into pieces.

"No, not now. At least it's not the right time yet." Even though he was angry, Luga still retained some rationality. He kept persuading himself in his heart to calm his excited heart.

What he had to face now was an uncontrolled Ninth Legion. He only had the unreorganized Fourth Auxiliary Legion, an auxiliary legion composed of prisoners of the Bagauda rebels, and these thirty-odd people. How could an army of less than 8,000 people match the Ninth Legion of nearly 10,000 people? Everything was developing into a situation that was increasingly difficult for him to control. The entire joint legion seemed to be one, but in fact it had already fallen apart. If this continued, he would gain nothing and might even lose his life.

"At least now, I haven't reached that point, but it will soon. This is a problem that I have to face. It's too serious!" Luca thought in his heart, and whispered to Marenius who had been waiting for a long time behind him: "These thirty people will be incorporated into your legion. Sorry, I really can't find more people!"

"It's better to have it than nothing!" Marenius had a stiff expression on his face, but fortunately he could still smile.

Luca nodded at him, then took Andrew out of the training ground and hurried towards the meeting tent in the center of the camp.

"You are here at last, my friend."

As soon as the tent was opened, Luga saw the familiar figure. A smile finally broke out on his solemn face, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

In front of him, the man heard Luca's voice, and he slowly turned around. Yes, it was still that familiar face. He was Luca's last reinforcement, Aresio.

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"It's only been a few days since we last met, and you've become much more haggard." Aresio held a parchment letter in his hand, picked it up with two fingers, gestured to Luca, and then said, "I heard that you were in trouble, so I came to see you. Indeed, this newly formed Christian Legion has really given you a headache. This is unlike you. You have never been so unprestigeful before."

"Oh, my friend, don't mention it." Luca smiled and brought a stool to Aresio, and said to him: "This time I am against God. Let's get back to the point. What did you bring?"

"A very reliable but unbelievable news." Aresio put the parchment into his arms and looked at Luca.

(End of this chapter)