Chapter 1183 The Problem of the Young Legion Commander
"The Slavs are very powerful. I've fought against them before, but I don't think they are very strong."
Yachino recalled that when he defeated the three barbarians a few years ago, the Slavs didn't seem to be very strong.
"No, they are very strong. I have encountered a Slavic battle axe legion in the north before. Their axes can directly cut through the giants' defenses!" Africanus said casually after hearing this.
"Oh? Africanus, have you ever fought against the Slavic Battle Axe Legion?" Marche asked with a smile.
"Well, but it was just a small-scale encounter last time!" Africanus said casually.
"Well, this time the Yuan family's Battle Axe Corps will be handed over to you. I heard that the Yuan family has recruited a part of the corps trained by the Slavic barbarians. You will have to figure out how to deal with them when the time comes!"
Marche shamelessly threw a guard to Africanus to deal with. This was also entrusted to him by Penelence. As long as he couldn't kill him, he would force him to death.
So Marche shamelessly found an excuse and directly threw the important task to Africanus.
"Are you kidding? You want to defeat the Battle Axe Legion with that bunch of trash barbarians?" Africanus looked at Marche with difficulty.
"Huh? It's just taking barbarians to fight barbarians, what's the problem?" Marche directly changed the concept. It is true that Slavs are barbarians, but how can barbarians be the same?
If all barbarians were the same, they would have flattened Great Britain in the north long ago.
"And Africanus, this is a military order. You have no room for bargaining!" Although Marche said this with a smile, the coldness in his words made everyone shudder.
"Or do you think you can't defeat a bunch of Slavic barbarians?"
Africanus opened his mouth, then finally did it with a frustrated look on his face, and accepted the arrangement sullenly.
It would be better to kill him than to make him admit that he cannot defeat the barbarians.
But the heavy pressure of leading a group of trash barbarians to fight against the Royal Guards left Africanus no time to remain depressed.
He tried desperately to recall the details he discovered when he encountered the Battle Axe Legion, hoping to find some ways to deal with the enemy before officially confronting them.
A head-on confrontation would definitely not work, and military orders were as strong as a mountain, so he had to find a way.
After knocking the troublemaker over and making sure that Africanus had served as an example to others, Marche continued to tell stories to the legion commanders with great interest, but the topic gradually shifted to how to drive the barbarians to war.
Barbarians are a double-edged sword. If used well, they can cause headaches for Rome, but if used badly, they may even have a counterproductive effect.
Therefore, how to drive the barbarians has become a science.
Just after Marche finished telling the story of using the barbarian to trick the opponent into a big move and then hacking him to death, Grez suddenly asked.
"What if the opponent doesn't use his ultimate to kill the Barbarian?"
Marche laughed. This young man is teachable. This is what he really wanted to say.
"Then let's make the Barbarians something they can't kill without their ultimate moves!"
"What if the barbarian has reached the point where he can't be killed even with the ultimate move?" Graz narrowed his eyes. He felt like he seemed to have grasped something, but at the same time, he had grasped nothing.
"Have you seen the cattle and sheep on the ranch?" Marke said calmly, "Some of those cattle and sheep have their internal energy out of their bodies, but they all end up on our dining tables!"
All the legion commanders suddenly realized that the Roman barbarians were kept in captivity by Rome, so when barbarians beyond the level of captivity appeared, it was time for them to start harvesting.
Rome was such an empire built on the corpses of enemies and barbarians, and its core was war.
The root of all this comes from history and their unique location in the Mediterranean.
Looking at all the legion commanders who were thinking, Marche looked at Africanus.
"They are tools, cattle and sheep. What you need to do is not to reject them, but to control them. Do you understand what I mean?"
Marche was confident about his explosive remarks, because those who were thrown to him by Penilence were all pure-bloods, or the so-called staunch citizens.
Or they should be called the aristocrats. They might be barbarians by birth, but they all received orthodox Roman patriotic education, so what they identified with was not their nation, but their identity as Roman citizens.
The contradictions in Rome were fundamentally similar to those in the Han Dynasty, that is, the contradictions between classes.
Roman citizens were a class, Roman senators were another class, and a group of barbarians who became Roman citizens were another class. They all stood above the class called barbarians and enjoyed all the power and conveniences.
This is also why those barbarians are trying their best to squeeze in, because it is a higher class, not anything else.
"So you asked me to deal with the Slavs just to make me understand this truth?" Africanus said dimly.
"No, that is a test for you. Using tools is also a science, and the Slavic Battle Axe Legion is the test I set for you!" Marche waved his hand and added.
"By the way, during the extreme cold period, the Slavs who fought in the blizzard were very, very strong. Even if you brought an army of giants, you might not be able to win!"
"Is this true? Are the Slavs so powerful?" Not only was Africanus skeptical, but even Achino, Beelzebub and others looked at him sideways.
"It will be really strong!" Luciano sighed and said
"In the extreme cold weather, our combat effectiveness can be reduced by 30%, while the enemy's can be increased by 30%. I was lucky not to be hacked to death."
"Are you crazy? You want to start a war with them in the middle of an extreme cold snowstorm?" Marche was also a little surprised. He looked at Luciano in confusion. He had never heard that Luciano was mentally damaged.
Since we mentioned the beginning, that was when the 11th Legion had not yet risen. At that time, although it should have been the Royal Guards fighting each other, although it was the Royal Guards fighting each other, the buffs on both sides were different.
It was a miracle that the 11th Legion was not killed.
"Do you think I want to? There's nothing I can do. It's so icy and snowy that I can't tell the direction. I went around in a circle and bumped into someone again!" Luciano chuckled twice.
God knows how he escaped in the first place. He should have been running in a straight line, but after running for a day, he found the Slavs in front of him. His expression was as if he had seen a ghost.
However, it was too late to run away, so Luciano gritted his teeth and led the 11th Legion to attack the enemy.
Finally, he succeeded in chopping the other party apart and survived from that hellish environment.
But the shock that the Battle Axe Legion brought to him at that time was not small at all. If he had not had a flash of inspiration and took a step forward, he might have been hacked to death.
"I suddenly feel that it's not easy for you to survive until now." Marche said to Luciano with a sigh.
Luciano rolled his eyes and said, "Just wait, you will also meet this kind of neurotic Slav this winter."
And there is no headquarters this time, so whoever encounters him will be doomed. Don't ask him to come and save you, because he really can't do anything.
"Africanus, you're just hoping for the best. You'll definitely meet him this winter. It'll all be up to you then!" Luciano said jokingly.
Africanus' face was already dark at this moment. He felt that his future was bleak and the star of death was flashing over his head.
Could it be that Marche has a grudge against Penilence and is taking this opportunity to take revenge on him?
It's not surprising that Africanus made such a wild guess. After all, when Penelus worked for the previous Roman emperor, he was very ruthless, so ruthless that other families treated them coldly.
This eventually led to him being almost isolated by a group of little kids.
This is also the reason why he is obsessed with giants. In fairy tales, it is the angels who bring their friends together and finally defeat the giants, but he is usually the giant who is beaten up.
So Africanus was like having the giants tear all these angels to pieces.
He did fulfill this childhood destiny. Before, when he led the giant army to kill angels, it was Africanus who led the Eighth Giant to kill them vigorously. It can be said that he was completely engaged in a special attack against angels.
"So, the problem of the 11th Legion cannot be solved now?" Seeing that the young people had disappeared, Marche casually created a barrier and asked Luciano.
"It can't be solved, and there's no way to pass it on. Who knows what will happen in the future? This time we separate them and let Emperor Nero personally train them. Maybe there will be results!"
Luciano said helplessly, if not for this, he would not have been sent out to be a nanny for this group of young people.
"I think that you are not a nanny, you have serious problems yourself!" Marche sneered twice.
"Maybe I can break through in the future. As long as I reach the level of the Legion of Miracles, the problem will be solved!" Luciano said unhappily.
"You are still a member of the Royal Guards. You have also read the information in Heaven. The Parthian Legion can break through more easily than you. And you also said that there is no way to pass it on. At most, it can only strengthen this generation." Marche said in a similarly unhappily.
A stable legion of the Royal Guard was upgraded to a super elite level, and it was just a little bit away from breaking through to the third talent, and after the breakthrough, it was the level that could immediately reach the third talent ceiling.
There is no doubt that Luciano is very capable, but it would not be so wonderful if this ability was exchanged for the original stable inheritance.
Relying on the stability of the Royal Guards, the Eleven Loyalties have been the mainstay without too many ups and downs. But after such an era, it is hard to say what will happen.
"Yeah, it can only strengthen this generation. I originally thought that this path was the same as the elite talents. As long as the predecessors go far enough, the younger generations, with a reference, can go much faster than the predecessors. But the result..." Luciano was quite helpless.
If it takes ten years for a veteran under his command to reach his current level, then it will also take ten years for a new recruit to reach the veteran's level after his quality and willpower are up to standard.
In other words, this road does not have the feeling of "previous generations plant trees and future generations enjoy the shade" at all. It is completely a case of "however much I spend, future generations will have to spend as much."
How can this be passed on, or to put it bluntly, what is the meaning of this inheritance? More importantly, this road is becoming more and more difficult to walk on, and the improvement is becoming smaller and smaller.
In comparison, the Military Soul Corps and even other Eagle Flag Corps are more reliable than Eleven's inheritance.
It may take people three years to reach their current level from a recruit. The road is wide and flat, especially in an era when double talents are easy to come out. Reserve legions can almost be mass-produced, and then the best can be selected.
As for the 11th Legion, they can only go down this path until the end.
The legion that was originally the most capable of inheritance suddenly became a disposable legion, which was unbearable for anyone.
If this generation wasn't really good at fighting and hadn't been able to reach three talents, Luciano would have been fired long ago.
But the problem still has not been solved. Luciano almost became depressed when thinking about this.
Just as Marche thought , Luciano himself also had a lot of problems, so he was forced to lead the barbarians to fight, just to relax and prepare for the subsequent attack on Great Britain.
"Be strong for a while, at least you won't lose." Marche comforted him. Luciano was too miserable. If he continued to mock him, it would be a bit inhuman.
With various feelings in their hearts, they arrived at the camp, but after arriving.
On the morning of the second day, the winter snow fluttered down, and Marke and others who arrived at the Don River were a little confused.
Fortunately, the supplies were sufficient, and Arnubis hurriedly began to distribute winter clothes to his soldiers. It was almost noon when he finished distributing the clothes.
"How can we fight this? It hasn't even started and it's already over!" Marche sighed helplessly.
In a trance, he seemed to see the figure of the Slavs, and this discovery made him quickly alert.
"What's wrong, Marche?" Luciano and Marche have become quite familiar with each other in the past two years. After all, they often hang out together, so it is impossible for them not to be familiar with each other.
"I suddenly feel something is wrong. It should be the enemy coming, the Slavs!" Marche frowned and said. Then, after Marche finished speaking, a blank space exploded in the sky above the Roman camp that was blurry in the wind and snow not far away, and then a golden light exploded.
A legionary attack hit the camp directly.
"Well, we're completely finished now!" Marche couldn't help but cover his forehead with his hand. They weren't even prepared and the war had already started.
This is no longer a simple disadvantage, but a start from hell.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to die, just stand up! The Yuan family actually dared to take the initiative to attack. They are really finished now!" Luciano's face turned black.
They would be captured as soon as they arrived at this poor place, which would be the worst misfortune for them.
We agreed to relax, but now we have to risk our lives.
