Chapter 392 Uninvited Guests

"What's going on? What's going on? They, they actually retreated." Andrew and the soldiers ran to the shore and looked at the Saxon dragon-headed warship that gradually disappeared into the jungle.

They were not only filled with joy and relief after surviving the disaster, but everyone breathed a sigh of relief, at least in today's battle, they had no chance of death. But they were more confused, wondering in their hearts that this was not the usual style of the Saxons, they would only stop when they were exhausted and had no desire to fight anymore, but they would never surrender faster than the enemy.

"But why? They are here, running away in front of us." Andrew wondered in his heart. After a long time, he heard long trumpet calls in the place where the Saxons went away.

"The sound of the horn, this horn, is the Roman horn!" Andrew, who has been in the army for many years, is very familiar with such horn sounds. Of course, he also understood why the Saxons had just fled in panic.

“Andrew, Andrew!”

At this time, Luca and his men came hurriedly. He asked Andrew in surprise: "Why, have the Saxons stopped attacking here?"

"Yes, General, yes, it's the Romans, our reinforcements have arrived!" Andrew turned around and said to Luca with a smile.

"I hope so." Luca said, wiping the blood off his face, looking at the river, and then said: "Whether it is Beliario or someone else who can't be imagined, since they are all Romans, they naturally have to follow the proper etiquette."

After a while, a huge and beautifully decorated Roman warship appeared in the direction where the Saxons were fleeing in panic. The warship moved forward slowly, one after another, and a total of more than fifty Roman warships appeared on the Thames.

"Berialiu?" Luca muttered in his heart, watching the Roman warships getting closer and closer. But when the distance was close, he could see clearly, because the warships were too different from the fleet where Belialiu was. It could be said that one was in the sky and the other was underground.

The warship docked, and the wooden steps were slowly lowered amid the busy sailors on the ship. The first person to get off the ship was a soldier holding a flag. He wore an iron helmet and a brass breastplate, and held it up carefully with both hands. The flag was hung with a red cloth Labran flag, and there was a gold flower on the top of the flag.

"Phalaenopsis." Andrew whispered behind Luca.

"What did you say?" Luca turned around and looked at Andrew in confusion. Andrew cleared his throat and continued, "From the flag, we can tell that this is the Phalaenopsis, the second fleet of Rome, the only remaining maritime force of the empire. But I didn't expect them to appear here when they are no longer near Italy. It really makes people wonder what their motives are."

Hearing this, Luca smiled, and then continued: "Since they are all Romans, they are all our allies. At least their presence helped us drive away the Saxons who attacked from the river." Luca picked up the cloak behind him and wiped his bloody hands, then walked forward with Andrew following.

The next person to come down was a Roman with exaggerated decorations. He was wearing a purple cloak and an exquisite helmet carved from a combination of iron and brass. The vertical horse hems on the helmet were not made of animal hair, but feathers from an unknown bird.

He walked down the warship slowly, stepped on the ground, and raised his head. Luca could clearly see his clean-shaven chin.

"What an arrogant guy." Luca thought so, but he couldn't show it on his face. He looked down at his body. Because he had just retreated from the battlefield, his armor and the wolfskin cape on his shoulders were stained with Saxon blood. This made Luca look very dirty, but it was inevitable.

"Welcome, my Roman friend." Luca smiled and stretched out his hand to the gorgeously decorated officer in front of him.

The officer did not look at him first, but glanced around the group of soldiers behind Luga, until he felt that Luga's attire was more like an officer, then he set his eyes on Luga. Of course, his expression was strange, as if he did not expect to shake hands with Luga. But Luga extended his hand so friendly, he had to act reluctantly and agreed.

"Oh, yes, of course!" The officer hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind to struggle and stretched out his hand to hold Luca's arm. This action was like a flash of light, and he let go in the blink of an eye.

The officer had a kind smile on his face, but it looked a little unnatural. He quickly turned his hand away from Luca, who guessed that he was wiping away the dirt he felt.

"I am Flavius ​​Luca, the commander of this army." Luca smiled and introduced himself to the officer.

"Luka." The officer silently recited Luka's name, with a flash of surprise on his face, perhaps regretting his impoliteness, but that expression quickly disappeared on his half-smile. It seemed that he was experienced and looked like he couldn't let go of his pride, and in the end his pride won out.

He raised his head slightly, just like before, and said slowly to Luca: "Medius Sergius, commander of the Second Phalaenopsis Fleet, it is a great honor. This is probably God's guidance, allowing us to arrive here in time to relieve your distress. It seems that we have done it."

After saying this, he turned around and pointed to the direction where the Saxon warships on the Thames had left. He said to Luca, "These beasts who eat raw meat and drink blood left here. They disappeared from my sight, leaving only ripples on the water to prove that they had been there. When they saw me, they were as frightened as doves meeting eagles. They bled all the way, and their blood almost dyed the ocean red. I came here with the glory of God and Augustus, not to kill or save. Of course, I did not come empty-handed."

As he spoke, Sergius took out a golden cross from his pocket, with a rope tied to it, and a rolled-up parchment wrapped around it. Sergius handed the cross and parchment to Luca and said, "Take it and read it, take it and read it!"

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What a strange move. Luca was puzzled, but still took the cross and parchment. It seemed that he had been following Sergius for quite some time. Holding it in his hands, Luca could clearly feel Sergius's warmth.

With doubt, Luca opened the parchment, which was covered with Latin letters. Luca read it carefully.

"Good words, each letter is filled with the glory of God. I stand here and can read the sins I have committed." Luca put down the parchment, sighed, and continued, "This river flows in front of us, day after day, but our progress is not as fast as expected. Forgive me for not being as swift as a lion."

"You must be decisive and resolute. Don't be distracted by anything else, and don't be shaken by anything else." Sergius said, stepped forward, handed another parchment to Luca's hand, and slowly said: "Take it, this is your chance, go forward bravely, as cruel as a lion hunting, God will witness your actions and toast to your upcoming victory."

(End of this chapter)