Chapter 64 Mediation

"Haha, hahaha."

The boy's laughter interrupted my memories. I quickly looked at him. At this moment, the young man almost fell under the table laughing.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?"

I looked at him with curiosity, wanting to know what the hell this damn guy found funny in what I said.

"Ah, I really didn't expect it, sir. I always thought you were a hero, but I didn't expect you to wet your pants because of fighting."

Looking at the young man who was holding his belly and laughing uncontrollably, I really didn't know whether to laugh at him for not understanding war, or to blame him for being too young and not knowing anything. I really didn't know what to say, so I smiled, shook my head, and waved at him.

"I really didn't expect that you would always find fun in my life."

My throat was a little dry, so I took the pot of wine, poured a glass and drank it. The wine from Edessa is different from that from Sicily. The taste is very rich. Because of the dry climate, the wine has a sweet taste.

"So, do you still want to listen?" I asked.

"I want to! I want to!"

The young man nodded repeatedly, quickly took the wine jug from my hand, and filled my empty cup with wine. "Sir, I am not laughing at your bad behavior of wetting your pants on the battlefield, but I am curious why you have the courage to confront the chief centurion so quickly?"

"Ha, if the chief centurion hadn't known about it and kept it to himself, I wouldn't have been in such a miserable state, and I almost lost my life. No one would be happy to have walked on the edge of hell for no apparent reason."

"So what happens next?" I saw that the young man was already impatient.

I stroked the cup gently, gradually recalling the scene at that time.

Under my harsh questioning, Chief Centurion Guy's face turned pale and he hesitated to speak. Somehow, my question attracted the attention of all the remaining soldiers of the First Battalion. They surrounded me regardless of their own pain and stared at Guy with their eyes wide open.

“Why, why!”

The same question exploded in the soldiers' mouths. Yes, why, why did Aetius already know about the ambush but planned to sacrifice the lives of 500 people from the first battalion of our 14th Gemini Legion as Aetius' bait? What is this?

"Sir, why didn't you tell us?"

"We have escaped death here, but we know nothing! Now what have we got?"

"Centurion, we need an explanation!"

"Yes, explain!"

The soldiers were in an uproar and rushed forward. Everyone wanted to confront the chief centurion Guy directly. Guy only had two injured centurions standing in front of him, which was of no use.

The soldiers pulled Guy's collar, roared, and tore at his scales. The centurion who came to stop them was quickly drowned in the tide of anger. Guy stood in the center of everyone's accusations, holding the flag of the Twin Legion tightly in his right hand, standing still, letting them tear it apart, and lowering his head to accept the soldiers' accusations.

"Luka, you're going too far!"

Andrew grabbed me and stared at me seriously. My mind was blank at that moment, and there was only one thought in my mind, which was that I must know the answer to this matter.

I looked straight into Andrew's eyes and said, "I just want to know the answer. Why are you wasting our lives?"

"If you don't go, why would the Empire pay for you?"

Andrew's words really surprised me. I don't know why he wanted to excuse these people who didn't care about the lives of the soldiers. I was surprised and said, "Andrew, have you forgotten that you just escaped from the brink of death? Are you now so openly making excuses for the guy who wanted to kill you?"

"You are a soldier!" Andrew said these three words, and his tone rose eight decibels, almost like a roar. He then said to me: "Soldiers follow orders!"

"But couldn't they at least tell us or even give us some psychological preparation?" I also exploded and pushed his hand away. "Look at you, look at your right hand, have you forgotten the pain when the dog bit you? Have you forgotten how many people in the square were ambushed by the war mastiff and used as food, did they know about this? But what about these officers, they clearly knew how serious this matter was but did not inform us in advance."

"How?" Andrew interrupted me and yelled at me, "Is it to scare you? Telling you in advance that you will be fed to dogs tomorrow? Then why did you join the army? Do you think the high salary means the country has too much money and nowhere to spend it?"

"Andrew, what do you mean?" I retorted in confusion, "Did I join the army for money? I could have gone to Genoa and lived a quiet life as a farmer. Isn't it better to think about how to change the fate of this country?"

"Is this the reason why you took the lead in embarrassing our commander?"

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Andrew's words stunned me. I couldn't answer his question, but his question made me doubt myself. Did I really do something wrong? I didn't know. Just as I was thinking hard, Andrew pulled out the Spada iron sword hanging on his waist with his left hand, walked over and knocked me away with his shoulder, and then strode towards the soldiers who were desperately pushing forward to ask Guy for an explanation.

"Get lost, you bastard!"

"Incompetent scum!"

"Murderer!"

The soldiers shouted and cursed, as if they wanted to vent all their accumulated anger on the Chief Centurion Guy. They gradually began to become unscrupulous, completely forgetting that the object of their anger was the Chief Centurion of the Legion who was several levels lower than them!

"Shut up, everyone!"

Andrew's roar was like a loud bell, drowning out all the soldiers who were still cursing. They all turned to look at Andrew. Andrew didn't care about the wound on his right arm at all. He raised his sword and pointed it at everyone in front of him, saying, "You didn't thank the chief centurion for not abandoning us in times of crisis, but now you are scolding him for not informing you of the attack. Did the Burgundians tell you in advance when they attacked you?"

"Where are you from?"

A bloody sturdy man walked out from the soldiers. His chain mail had several large holes, and the holes were filled with equally horrible wounds. For some reason, he did not ask a military doctor to bandage him. He came to Andrew with a bloody Spada iron sword in his hand. With red eyes, he looked Andrew up and down, and sneered, "You have lost an arm, but you are still so arrogant. Did our chief centurion give you some benefits in advance?"

"No!"

Andrew answered with a firm voice. He couldn't help but straighten his chest. Facing the bloody burly man without fear, he walked forward and looked him in the eye!

(End of this chapter)