Chapter 88: Fatigue Tactics

Really, it was true. The Eighth Legion stared at the Burgundians for a whole morning and then swaggered back to the camp under the Burgundians' gaze.

"Oh, these damn guys, what kind of physical work is this?" Chief Centurion Guy cursed the chief centurion of the Eighth Legion who had given him false information all the way, "Son of a bitch, son of a bitch!" Guy became more and more angry as he cursed. He threw my beloved fur blanket directly to the ground and went into his tent without looking back.

"Oh, my sweetheart!"

I didn't care about shivering, I rushed over and hugged my fur blanket, holding it to my chest and kissing and touching it again and again.

"Blanket, blanket, I thought I would never see you again!" Holding the fur blanket which was still a little warm, I quickly draped it over my shoulders. I felt better, better. I was shivering and did not have time to say a single word to Andrew. I went straight back to my tent.

Sitting on the camp bed in the tent, wearing three layers of clothes, my numb body finally felt a little warm, but this warm current was like thousands of needles on my cold body, and this painful torture only lasted for a few seconds. My body began to accept this warm current at noon, and I tried to stand up and do a few simple warm-up exercises, which made me feel more comfortable.

"Whoa~"

After a short while, a sharp whistle was heard outside the tent.

"What the hell, what is going on!"

This forced me to complain in my native language which I hadn't used for a long time, but then I heard Guy's voice outside the tent.

"Fuck it! Everyone, come out and gather here!"

Huh? My curiosity immediately came up. What on earth could have made this guy so angry? But at this moment, my stomach immediately started to growl. Oh, come on, no! I rubbed my hungry stomach and thought about how I hadn't eaten anything all day. What should I do now? I fell into deep thought.

“Ahhh!!!”

Guy started blowing again. This guy's lung capacity was really good. He kept blowing for more than ten seconds.

Quick, quick, quick! I quickly sniffed away the snot hanging from the corner of my mouth, held the fur blanket in one hand, and the chain mail that I hadn’t had time to put on in the other, and ran out quickly.

It was snowing, and apart from Guy cursing loudly in the middle of the camp and the crunching of feet on the snow, there seemed to be no other sound.

I endured the cold and handed the fur blanket to Bliss, asking him to hold it for me. Then I took off the Spada iron sword hanging at my waist and handed it to him. I put on the chain mail without hesitation. It was not an easy job and I had to be very careful while doing it, otherwise it would get stuck in my hair and cause trouble.

"Hurry up, everyone, wear something thicker and gather together!"

Guy continued to yell, and the soldiers quickly picked up their weapons and shields and formed into their own square formations.

“It’s so damn cold!”

I put on the fur blanket, and the weather was so cold that the horned helmet on my head kept shaking. Could it be our turn to "stand guard"? Because I was in the first row, the first thing I saw was Guy's ugly face, and I couldn't help but have this question in my mind.

"Now, the military order has come down, saying that we have to go to the city of Worms!" Guy had a stern face and tightened his fur cloak. Wait, this guy really has everything. He can't freeze to death no matter what. This seems to be the truth! It seems that there is no way to escape now, I sighed in my heart, tightened my fur blanket, and led by the chief centurion Guy, I walked out of our small camp one by one with my centurion team.

We were not alone on this trip, because the other battalions of the 14th Twin Legion were already ready outside. I even saw the Auxiliary Legion on the way ahead. These guys with spears and shields were still leading the way, stepping on the snow and groping their way towards Worms.

At this time, the footprints left by the Eighth Legion in the morning had been covered by the flying goose feather snow. Then we set foot on the trail again. This time we did not stop at the battle post, but blew the trumpets loudly, as if we were afraid that the Burgundians could not hear or see us.

With our massive move, the walls of Worms were crowded with people. Before the Burgundians could even breathe a sigh of relief, the tension in their heads tightened again.

"First Battalion, stop!"

When we were close to the shooting range of the Burgundian archers, Guy must have calculated the distance. He held the military flag and stretched out his left hand to stop. Not only us, but the second and third battalions behind us also stopped.

"Pull open a line!"

Another order came, and we followed it and quickly moved from the original vertical line to a horizontal line, standing behind Guy.

"Sir, do you know what's going on? Are we going to attack the city?" Brice asked worriedly beside me. "I didn't dare to turn my head to look at him because his mouth smelled like human flesh."

"No, no, no." I replied, "It's just that we have to stand for a long time next."

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Perhaps he didn't understand what I meant, Briss muttered a few words under his breath, and I didn't hear clearly what he said.

The Burgundians were ready. They drew their bows and watched our every move closely, but they were worried because apart from standing there and counting their heads on the city wall, we did nothing that could arouse their suspicion.

Time passed slowly, maybe they were tired, many of them let go of their bows and arrows, wiped off the snow covering the city wall, put their hands on it, and looked at us with boredom.

"Legion!"

The chief centurion Guy saw their laxity, and he suddenly drew out his iron sword, raised it high in the air, and shouted at the wall of Worms. My heart skipped a beat. I was afraid that this hot-tempered guy would not be so arrogant to launch an attack! Guy's move frightened the Burgundians, and their archers almost fell on the wall. There was another commotion, and they drew their bows and arrows again and aimed at us.

The funny thing is, after Guy yelled like that, there was no more news. He carried the military flag, tightened his fur cloak, and began to rub his hands.

The Burgundians must have been confused. I saw them arguing on the city wall from a distance. The sound could be heard clearly from a distance of 100 meters. I think they must be arguing about what the Romans were up to.

"Hold on." Guy walked back and forth in front of us, and we could also sway freely in the team. This is how to drive away the cold by shivering.

As long as the Burgundians on the wall relaxed a little, Guy would immediately roar, forcing them to keep their arrows on the string. We were much more relaxed under the city, and as long as we were not sitting, we could even get together and chat.

(End of this chapter)