Chapter 515: Unparalleled Achievement 1

"Sir." Odysseus slowly stood up and said to Luca in a deep voice: "Sir, you should understand the current situation. Everything you do is in the eyes of the other nobles in the Senate."

Luca looked up at him, his eyes full of confusion.

Odysseus hesitated for a moment, then continued: "After all, not all of them are Romans. In short, you must be careful. This is my warning to you. You must be careful, Luca!" Odysseus stopped talking. He was not sure whether it was right to remind a sergeant who was at the peak of his career at this time.

Luca slowly lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and finally squeezed out a sentence, "Thank you, Odysseus, I understand what you mean."

"That would be the best!" Odysseus nodded at Luca, and left the meeting hall of the Governor's Palace with the group of senators and nobles who accompanied him.

"People only care about the results, not the process." Luca murmured, watching Odysseus and his group go away.

Luca bent down to pick up the silver wine cup that had fallen on the ground, and the waiter not far away hurried over to wipe the wine off the ground with a cloth.

At this time, Andrew came behind Luga and asked Luga in confusion: "Luga, I don't understand, what does Lord Odes mean by this?"

Luca was not in a hurry to answer Andrew's question. He just lowered his head and thought about it. After all, this was a kind reminder from Odysseus. Although Luca was very clear about this.

Unconsciously, he developed hatred for the fact that there were so many barbarians in the Senate. After all, they occupied positions that did not belong to them.

Having said that, he had to look for the root cause. This group of barbarians who married Roman noble women were the biggest threat Luca was facing at this time.

The Romans blindly worshiped and submitted to the barbarians, who were supposed to be inferior to them, for their own selfish interests, resulting in the fact that the power class is now filled with outsiders who have no concern for the life and death of the country.

"As expected, military rule is always the biggest disaster!" Lu Jia said to himself in his heart. This is indeed a big nonsense. After all, he is the biggest beneficiary of this system, but military rule is also the biggest obstacle to his decision.

He began to think about how to deal with this deep-rooted problem, even if it meant plunging Rome into civil war again. At least now he had enough power to decide something, instead of just being a paper tiger with a terrifying appearance.

"It's time to settle accounts with you, you bunch of blood-sucking worms from the empire!" Luga thought, clenching his fists tightly.

"He just gave me a kind reminder, Andrew." Luca turned around and smiled at Andrew, then stood up and let out a long sigh, "Let's go, Andrew, we will set off in two days. Take this time to rest and prepare. Let's do something big that will impress the whole of Rome!"

Two days later, an army of 20,000 men assembled outside Augusta-Treville.

Luca, along with Odysseus and a group of elders, set out from the Governor's Palace and walked slowly along the flat streets towards the outside of the city.

The citizens of Augusta-Treville had long known that the army was going to attack the barbarians who had been bothering them. This was a so-called just war for the Romans, so they naturally supported it very much.

Luga was wearing a hard leather breastplate, a wolfskin cape on his shoulders that senior officers usually wore, and a purple cloak on his back, which echoed the purple clothes he was wearing, showing everyone his special identity as a member of the Purple Room Noble.

Odysseus also rode on horseback alongside Luca, because he was going to witness everything on the battlefield and he had to be prepared for his own safety.

He wore a high-crowned iron helmet lined with a chain mail hood. After all, a flexible brain is always much stronger than a crippled body.

The war horses under Luga and his companions were stepping on the flower petals on the ground. The flower petals in the sky fell like raindrops, lightly hitting their iron helmets and shoulders.

Citizens on both sides of the road held colorful flowers in their hands and watched Luca's guards pass by them. The priest of the city church had been waiting in the city gate tower for a long time.

He held a brass basin in his hand and wore a golden cross on his chest. He muttered something to Luca and the others over and over again, as if praying to God to give the Romans the strength to defeat the enemy.

The clergy around him stood in the center of the city gate holding the Laban flag, blocking their way until Luca arrived.

Seeing the Labran flag, Luca understood the meaning. He smiled and explained to Odysseus: "It's really unfortunate. It seems that God is on our side!"

Having said that, Luca dismounted, and knelt on one knee in front of the priest in full view of everyone. The priest was still silently reciting, holding up the basin of water, and the waiter beside him hurriedly poured the "holy oil" into the basin.

"People of God, may you receive his favor, fight for his kingdom, and ultimately overcome everything." The priest whispered to himself, stirring the water in the basin with his right hand. Finally, he stretched out his hand mixed with oil and water and slapped it on Luca's helmet and the wolfskin shawl on his shoulders.

This was considered a blessing from God. Although Luca knew that this was just a simple ceremony, it was extremely sacred in the eyes of others, because not everyone could be baptized with the "holy oil".

After the ceremony, the clergyman holding the Laban flag strode up to Luga and solemnly handed the Laban flag to Luga.

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"In the name of God, be invincible!"

It was like a slogan, and the clergyman's voice was like a loud bell so that all the witnesses present could hear it clearly.

Luca said nothing, but smiled at the priest, took the Labran flag with both hands, and then stood up. All of this was seen by Odysseus, who rode his warhorse northward and looked at Luca's back. Luca must not have noticed that there was a pair of approving eyes looking at him from behind, which was, of course, what he needed most!

Carrying the flag and walking out of the city gate, the soldiers lined up neatly on both sides of the road. They stood upright and looked straight ahead to accept Luga's inspection.

The armored decurions or centurions were in the front row, and behind them were mostly soldiers in leather and linen armor. Luca passed in front of them holding a flag, and just the small act of carrying the flag made many of them burst into tears.

Odysseus rode his horse and followed Luca, advancing slowly. He looked curiously at the soldiers crying on both sides of the road, and couldn't help but sigh: A general who can get the support of the soldiers is simply a miracle of Rome! Aresio also came, he was in the center of the army, wearing a toga, just like a formal occasion.

Luga walked up to him slowly to see what dissatisfied remarks this guy who was so furious a while ago had.

"I have to say, your method is better than mine, I admit, Luca." Alessio opened his arms and smiled helplessly at Luca, then said: "You are more cruel than me, Flavius ​​Luca!"

"Of course, Aresio, a great empire is not maintained by humility." Luca smiled at Aresio, his words were so cold that they made people shudder.

(End of this chapter)