Chapter 89 Cross Faith

Tired, not only the Burgundians were tired, we were standing in the ice and snow, shivering, and fatigue occupied each of our bodies.

"Damn Burgundians, I really don't want to waste time like this any longer!"

The soldiers began to complain, and I knew it was really exhausting. At least, I was shivering even though I was wrapped in a fur blanket.

I tried to divert my attention, because if my attention was diverted, maybe I wouldn't feel so cold anymore.

At this time, I turned my attention to our chief centurion Guy. He seemed to be irritable, but he was so calm. He crossed his hands and pulled his cloak tightly. He paced around doing nothing except reminding the Burgundians to cheer up. I found that I couldn't understand this guy more and more. There was a golden chain between his right fingers. I didn't know what the jewelry on the chain head was.

My eyes moved up from Guy's arm to his cloak. The golden brass scales were faintly visible in the gap between his cloaks. Looking up again, I saw the gray-white wolf skin. This should be a wolf from the Nordic jungle, which is very valuable. The gray-white wolf hair floated back and forth with the breeze. Looking up again, I saw his horned helmet, without any horse hem decoration.

But I found something interesting, that is, there is a cross carved on the side of his helmet, which is very similar to the Iron Cross of the German army today. There is one on both sides of the helmet. Just like a badge, this must have a meaning! I thought, stretched out my hand, and tried to touch the sides of the helmet. There was nothing, just the iron surface that had become sticky due to too much cold.

This must be a personal hobby. I looked at Brise and other soldiers around me, and none of them had it on their helmets.

Andrew and his phalanx were on my left, and on my right was the phalanx of Guy's headquarters. The strange thing was that no matter whether they were soldiers or centurions, all of them had the same carving on their helmets as the chief centurion Guy, the Iron Cross.

Could they all be Christians? I asked myself in my heart. My doubtful look attracted their attention. I saw the centurion in the square formation next to me turned his head and looked at me with a look like an eagle. It made my whole body tremble. I quickly lowered my head and didn't look at him.

This guy, since I was awarded the title of centurion, except for the soldiers of my own phalanx and Andrew, the two phalanx centurions under Guy have never paid any attention to me. I don't know why, even though we are in the same legion, we are not on the same page.

Chief Centurion Guy had nothing to do, so he just walked to the square on my right and chatted quietly. It was not difficult to see from their expressions that they were very friendly to each other. On the contrary, Chief Centurion Guy tried not to come to the two squares of Andrew and me as much as possible. I don’t know why, maybe it’s because we were temporarily promoted by Aetius, which has always made Chief Centurion Guy resentful. Then, I can’t think of any other problems.

After staring at each other for a whole afternoon, we finally heard the horn that meant retreat. On the way back, I lowered my head in thought, thinking about everything I saw in the snow today, the cross, the cross carved on the helmet, why only they had it, while our phalanx and Andrew's phalanx had no notification or reminder to carve this iron cross on our helmets after such a long time.

Should I ask Brice? Never mind. This guy hasn't been here as long as I have, and he definitely doesn't know as much as I do. I'm afraid he can't even see such a difference!

After returning to the camp, everyone dispersed on the spot and I returned to my tent. The coldness in my body had not eased, but I was still worried about what I had seen, so I planned to find Andrew to see if he had any solution.

Walking on the road, I saw more soldiers standing on both sides of the camp road and chatting. Without exception, they all had iron crosses carved on their heads. They were like this before, but I didn't pay much attention to them. But this time, they attracted me deeply. Although their words and actions did not pose any threat to me, it was not difficult to tell from their expressions that we were not on the same path.

"Luka!"

Just as I was thinking about how to tell Andrew about this situation, coincidentally someone called my name. I turned around and saw that it was Levi.

Levi strode towards me with his head held high and his belly protruding. I had never seen this guy so arrogant.

"Hey, what brings you here?"

I thought it was no good, so I looked at him warily, to see what kind of trouble he was going to cause this time.

"No, no, no, it's nothing. I just came to see you and Andrew according to the instructions of Marshal Aetius. What, don't you welcome me?" Levi spread out his hands. There didn't look suspicious about this guy.

"I never thought that the high and mighty Marshal Aetius would care about us two little characters." I deliberately mocked him.

"Oh, Luca, I don't have time to talk to you. I don't bring anyone with me. Let's go in and talk." Levi said and was about to leave.

He must have something important to tell me. Although I was reluctant in my heart, my body still honestly took him to Andrew's tent.

As soon as we entered the tent, we saw Andrew wrapping his feet with a fur blanket. This guy must have been frozen in the snow. He was also surprised to see us come in, especially when facing Levi, he was indescribably excited. He rushed over and grabbed Levi's hand. Levi's face was full of uncontrollable surprise and disgust.

"Hurry, tell me, is Marshal Aetius okay?" Andrew hugged Levi's shoulders and shook him desperately. This was probably not what Levi wanted. I saw pain on his face.

"Enough, enough, Andrew!"

Levi struggled hard to break free from Andrew's arms, gasping for breath.

"Okay, Levi, just tell me why you came here. Aren't you here to convey the order of Marshal Aetius?"

"Oh, yes, you see, your friend's enthusiasm almost made me forget about this matter." Levi was smiling, rubbing his arm that was sore from being hugged by Andrew, and then he looked at the two of us seriously and asked in a low voice: "During this period, have you seen any unfriendly movements in your troops?"

"Not very friendly?"

I was a little confused, not knowing what kind of movement Levi was talking about. Levi looked at me, I said nothing, then looked at Andrew, who just shook his head.

"Oh, no, are you guys only active in the tent?" Levi seemed a little impatient.

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"If the iron cross engraving on their helmets is considered a problem." I immediately thought of the question that had always puzzled me, and I raised it, hoping that Levi could explain it to me.

"Iron Cross."

Levi repeated it, looking a little uneasy.

"It's the cross carved on both sides of the helmet." In order to make him understand, I used my hand to indicate the specific location on my own helmet.

"Oh! It's just an insignificant issue of faith, Luca." Levi breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and the original uneasiness on his face disappeared without a trace.

"Then why!" My question came again, "Why do they have it, but our two foreign phalanxes don't? I have never noticed it before!"

"Luka!"

Levi interrupted me.

"This is not an issue you need to discuss. Your centurions have suffered some casualties. I will go back and ask Marshal Aetius for reinforcements."

This was completely perfunctory. Levi just talked about the insignificant supplies and left without even saying goodbye. I really don't understand what was going on in their heads.

If the Iron Cross is a belief, then what exactly do Chief Centurion Guy and his two Centurions believe in!

(End of this chapter)