Chapter 85 The Eighth Comrades Corps



Chapter 85 The Eighth Comrades Corps

The others didn’t know what this meat was, or perhaps they knew it all along, but they were just pretending to be ignorant. He was ruthless to those who knew, and for those who didn’t know, he simply let them remain ignorant, which would not do them any harm.

Since I tasted the taste I had never tasted before, I don't know how to describe the taste. Maybe I ate it too quickly and didn't savor it carefully. I won't taste it again for the taste. The only good thing is that I have no appetite at all now. I wonder if I have acute anorexia or something (made up).

By this time, the soldiers had finished their broth, and they all looked very satisfied. I was afraid that I would suddenly run out of strength, so I took a piece of bread. At least it didn't look like there was anything inedible about it.

"Okay, Brice, tell them to assemble!"

I forced myself to chew the bread and watched Briss follow my instructions and blow the horn to gather all the soldiers (except the wounded) into a square formation.

"Sir." Brice saluted me and asked, "Any instructions?"

"Stay for a while, and go for a run when you've almost digested the food. Don't be sent to the front line. It would be a joke if you couldn't run wearing such heavy armor!" I munched on the bread, gave a few instructions, and went back. Although I said I was going back, I was just walking back and forth.

After leaving the small camp, I heard the sound of "trample trample" not far away. I looked up and saw square formations approaching slowly. The leading officer held a golden flag with a golden sculpture similar to a fortress carved on it. The soldiers following closely behind him were fully armed, and the chain mail on their bodies was also shining in the sunlight. They held their heads high and strode past me.

"Ha, the Eighth Comrades Legion, these damn guys came here to take advantage, what kind of ability do they have!"

I heard a dissatisfied complaint from behind me. I was a little curious about who was so bold. Seeing that there were thousands of people in this army, I didn't expect that he would be so bold as to point at them and curse them. This official position must be not small, I think.

I turned around and saw, as I expected, Chief Centurion Guy, the arrogant guy, with his arms folded across his chest, with no fear in his eyes at all.

"You bunch of bastards! I'm watching you. If you dare to attack the city or something, I will not be polite! Damn thieves, don't even think about snatching the eagle flag of our legion!" The chief centurion Guy cursed more and more excitedly, and rushed forward to follow the flag-bearing officer of the comrades' legion, cursing all the way.

"This guy." Looking at the funny appearance of Chief Centurion Guy, I almost laughed out loud, but fortunately, the chief centurion who led the Comrades Legion ignored him. It might be because they were officers of the same rank and no one dared to touch anyone.

It was not until the chief centurion holding the flag walked out of the camp gate that the swearing chief centurion Guy came back. Looking at him nodding repeatedly, his expression showed a lot of satisfaction.

"What's wrong, sir?" I smiled apologetically and asked, "Sir, what are they doing?"

"Hey! That's a physically demanding job!" Chief Centurion Guy heaved a sigh of relief and glanced at me with a relaxed expression. His expression suddenly turned grim and he said to me, "Why are you here again? You, how come I met you as soon as I came out?"

"Ah, isn't this the destined person?"

I smiled apologetically, and saw that damn guy gave me a cold look and walked back to his tent without looking back.

I didn't mind the arrogant guy's rude behavior, after all, he holds such a high official title.

Physical work? I looked at the Roman soldiers passing by me in an endless stream. With curiosity, I followed them to see what they were doing. After all, there was an entire legion here.

I tightened the fur blanket around myself and thought about sneaking out, but as soon as I took the first step, I hesitated, because if someone falsely accused me of being a Burgundian spy, who would I complain to?

My strange behavior immediately attracted a lot of people's attention. They stared at me with puzzled eyes as they walked. If it weren't for the horned helmet on my head that revealed my identity, I'm afraid they would have laughed at me.

However, I couldn't help being curious. I felt that their behavior was too suspicious. Moreover, the Chief Centurion Guy mentioned the eagle flag. Could it be that the order issued in Ludinan was not from our legion? This is a big deal!

I hurried to find Andrew. At this time, I needed Andrew to help me persuade Chief Centurion Guy to take us out to find out what was going on.

"Um?"

This damn young man, he interrupted my memory again.

He held out his hand to stop me, and asked me, "Sir, there seems to be something wrong with this part."

"Hmm?" I suddenly became curious and asked him, "What's the problem?"

"So," he thought for a while, then said to me, "You said that just now your chief centurion Guy went to scold the Eighth Comrades Legion, but when they left the camp, your chief centurion came back with a relaxed look on his face. I guess he must have known something, otherwise, given his temper, he would never let it go so easily."

"Yes, of course I know!" I also realized the reason why I didn't explain it to him clearly before. After taking a sip of wine, I continued to explain to him: "I am aware of this problem, but that guy is resentful because of the disrespect he showed a few days ago. That is not a problem that can be solved by a few dozen pairs of fur boots. So I went to find Andrew, because Andrew spoke for him in the first place."

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The young man stopped talking and continued to listen to me. I sorted out my thoughts and continued to recall the next part.

I followed Andrew to the tent of Chief Centurion Guy. Andrew was responsible for calling Guy outside, and we just stood quietly outside the camp gate waiting.

Finally, Chief Centurion Guy came out. He looked unhappy, and when he saw me, he looked even more sullen. He asked us in a very rude tone, "What's wrong? Why are you two Centurions the most troubled?"

"No, that's not it, sir."

I slowly waved my hand and said to him, "It's about the legion that just left. Yes, the Eighth Comrades Legion."

"What's wrong!" Guy still had a sullen face and said unhappily.

"No." I quickly explained, "I'm just worried that the information you received doesn't seem to be true, sir."

(End of this chapter)


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