Chapter 380: Roman-Anglian Alliance (Part 1)

"Hey, tell me, what exactly is that Roman leader like?"

Along the way, the two Angle messengers were talking. They were walking on the road to Lundinlum, which had been there for hundreds of years and was flattened by countless footprints and ruts. The two of them were walking on the road. The stingy leader was not even willing to provide horses for their negotiations.

They jogged all the way, their physical strength being their strength. They chatted as they ran, and this went on for a whole week until they arrived at Lundinlum. The Saxon settlement outside the city no longer existed, leaving only broken arms and debris on the ground. Not far away there was an old tree full of "fruits", but these "fruits" were all rotten and smelly Saxon corpses.

This is enough to prove the attitude that Flavius ​​Luca, the highest Roman commander, wanted to express, to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys. Perhaps the terror created in this way has already been witnessed by the two envoys who came to negotiate.

What the two messengers didn't expect was that this tree was just the beginning, and the real horror was yet to come.

Then they came to a crossroads where there was a simple gallows made of three pieces of wood, with a row of corpses hanging on it. There was no doubt that they were all Saxons.

The two Anglo-American messengers approached the row of corpses, whose deaths were extremely ugly. The carrion crows were not frightened by their approach. Instead, they greedily gnawed at the corpses, which had already exposed their bones, enjoying their delicious food. No matter whether they were rich or poor, beautiful or ugly, kind or evil, in the face of death, they were all equal to decay and being pecked by crows.

Their deaths were ugly and without any dignity, but this was common, the fate of losers. They were covered with snow, and their faces could not be seen clearly, but crows were pecking at the flesh on their faces, and too much pus flowed out, which was the most delicious part in the eyes of crows.

"Who are they?" asked the young Angle messenger. "They are so pitiful, and they died not like warriors at all."

"Oh, that's enough, my friend." The older Anglo envoy shook his head helplessly, and then said: "The Romans don't care about our honor and beliefs. They do this just to make more people afraid of them, especially Rome's enemies. They are proving their strength and brutality, or they may be reminding us that this is the end of going against them."

"But we are here to negotiate with them," the young envoy said hastily. "We are talking about peace, not war. I think they will understand what we mean and be willing to cooperate with us. After all, we have a common enemy."

"I hope so, my friend." The old Anglo-German envoy stared at the corpse hanging on the wooden pole absentmindedly. Their death was really ugly. The old envoy said, "They are completely different from the Romans thirty years ago. They seem to be more brutal and unreasonable. I hope they have not lost their minds because of this."

At this point, the two men couldn't help but look at each other and sighed, silently wishing in their hearts that they would not die like these poor Saxons without a decent destination.

At this time, a full month had passed since the Roman army conquered the city of Camullodulum, and it was already mid-winter, although there was heavy snow from time to time.

At last they came to Lundinlum, and outside the city there were sharp sticks with Saxon heads stuck on each. It was like a forest, and there were sticks everywhere on both sides of the road and at the city gates.

"What a cruel guy." The young Anglo-American envoy swallowed his saliva and said with lingering fear.

"I wish they could talk to us sincerely," said the old Anglo envoy.

After they passed the ruins of the former Saxon tribe outside the city, they arrived at the gate of Lundinlum.

"brush!"

When they were fifty steps away from the city gate, an arrow fell from the sky and landed in front of them. The young messenger was so frightened that he accidentally fell to the ground. He was horrified and looked at the arrow that was still trembling on the frozen ground.

"Ooooh! Calm down! Calm down!"

The old messenger raised his hand and pointed to the Roman soldier holding a bow on the city gate. He said to the Roman soldier in his fluent Latin: "We are Angles, subordinates of Adair Great Oak, the guardian of the Western Gate. We have come here specifically to negotiate with the Roman general!"

The Roman soldiers on the gate tower seemed to be discussing that there were only two of them and they would not pose any threat to them. This was the consensus of the soldiers guarding the city. So they decided to open the gate and let the two Anglo envoys conduct a detailed body search, but they found nothing except a bag of pearls, so they were relieved.

“Come with us!”

The Roman garrison officer led the two Angle messengers all the way up to the palace in the center of the city.

"Who is coming?"

The fully armed guards blocked their way. The experienced old envoy saluted the guards and held the pearls in his hands, then winked at the young envoy. The young envoy understood, opened the bag, and took out a handful of pearls to present.

After a brief search, the guard at the gate shamelessly accepted the pearls and let the two of them in.

"See, no one feels bad about wealth!" the old messenger whispered to the young messenger in their Anglo language.

When they walked into the palace, they saw Luca and his men gathered around a wooden table to discuss their next strategic plan. Their common target was naturally Corinium in the west, which was the territory of the Angles. However, they did not know the Angles' background or how they viewed the war.

"Your Excellency, the messenger of the Angles!"

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The officer shouted at them.

Everyone stopped arguing and looked up, looking at the two Anglos with confusion.

"Anglo?"

Luca asked, walking forward and looking the two Anglo envoys up and down.

"Yes, my lord!"

The old Anglo envoy bowed slightly to Luca, because he could tell from the Roman's clothes that he was no ordinary man. So he bowed slightly and held up his hands as he had just done. The young envoy immediately understood and took out a handful of pearls from his bag and poured them into the hands of the older man.

"This is a greeting from Maka, the wife of Adair the Great Oak, the master of Segantum and the guardian of the Western Gate, sir." The old man spoke in fluent Latin, which really surprised Luga. He didn't expect that there would be such a person among the Anglos.

"Welcome, Anglo."

Luka smiled at the two of them and took the handful of pearls. They were really generous. There were so many pearls that Luka was really surprised. The smile was just a polite gesture and soon disappeared. Luka asked, "Well, I hope you two can bring something better than these pearls."

(End of this chapter)