Mythic version of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 3875 I am thinking that this is the rhythm of the end!

Papinian's face turned blue when he entered Eastern Europe along the Don River. He is not a fool. He didn't feel anything special about the warm and humid climate of the Mediterranean Sea. After entering the Don River from the Black Sea, he felt it clearly. until the temperature continued to drop.

As a guy who relies purely on talent to make a living, even though many of these things have not been studied or verified in actual combat, he still feels something is wrong congenitally. The temperature here is now so high. It doesn't have to be snowing.

"Pabinian, why do I feel that your complexion is getting worse?" Nigel leaned half on the cabin, and greeted Pabinian. Before leaving, Caesar and Severus, And Perennis have come to greet Nigel specially, this is their family's seed player, help to take care of it a little bit, it doesn't matter if you break the army, don't break Papinian.

"Has the weather always been like this in Eastern Europe?" Papinian directly asked the biggest doubt in his heart. If it has always been this kind of weather that is close to Mid-Autumn Festival, it doesn't matter.

"That's not true. It will probably snow in another month." Nigel is a veteran of the battlefield after all, and has a deep understanding of Eastern Europe.

"It's snowing in September?" Papinian said with a big head, "What are we doing here? Why can't we fight when it snows?"

"Yeah, in Eastern Europe, it starts to snow in the second half of September, and it will fall until around April next year." Nigel said naturally, "And the winter will be very, very cold, so cold that I lost it in my shirt. They could all freeze to death overnight."

Papinian's face turned blue, but Nigel thought hehe, he was trying to intimidate Papinian and tell Papinian not to run around. In fact, there is nothing to be afraid of in winter. They are Romans. There is also the British Expeditionary Corps. They are also experienced in cold zone combat, and they will not lose their combat effectiveness when they see snow.

"Do we have to fight in winter?" Papinian's face turned blue.

"The problem is that the Yuan family is such a stubborn stubble, we can't defeat it in such a short time in summer, so it's simple, start from the most difficult time, and survive the most painful time in winter, our soldiers will have nothing to lose. I'm afraid." Nigel said extremely calmly.

Pabinian also fell into deep thought when he heard the words. Indeed, if it was a summer fight, by the time they had the upper hand, it would have entered winter. At that time, the defender might just let it go and regroup. Start to grind in winter, and kill it in one go in summer.

"But there are many problems in winter. How do we transport our grain and supplies?" Pabinian said with a big head, "The Don River is frozen in winter, so it will be very difficult to transfer supplies, and there are limited Temperatures, and possible blizzards, we're going to be dragged to death."

"So there are two batches of grain and grass in the back." Nigel waved his hand and said, "And this problem is actually the same with the Yuan family. We suffer in winter, and they also have a hard time. This is a competition of wills. We are bound to win."

"Tell me first, do you have any trump card?" Pabinian felt that Nigel was a little too confident, and went straight to the point.

"As for the killer mace, this kind of large-scale legion war is about the average combat power of the legion and the command ability of the commander. Therefore, it is difficult for the killer mace to open up the situation. The size of both of us is not small, and the general killer mace is very large. It’s hard to solve the problem.” Nigel explained after thinking for a while.

At this time, Pabinian felt an inexplicable panic. He always felt that following Nigel was the end of the routine. You were not prepared for anything, and you were so confident. I was a little panicked!

[Should I think of a way to prepare something in advance to save myself from being beaten to death. ] Pabinian thinks about this issue from the perspective of a rookie. This is the habit of being ravaged by Caesar in the past two years-although I will lose, I can lose so badly.

Of course, the loss is not so ugly. Pabinian's coping ability is far inferior to that of Caesar, and Caesar also found that Pabinian lacks motivation in the main battlefield, and always plays a bunch of cards at the last moment to make a comeback. After that, there is nothing left.

"You are here, I will go to inspect. When the time comes, we will first build an underground warehouse to store the materials used in winter. Even if there is material support in the rear, we should minimize the pressure on the rear and us as much as possible." Er thought there was nothing wrong with Papinian, so he patted Papinian on the shoulder and left.

And Pabinian fell into panic after Nigel left. He always felt that the granary built by Nigel might be burned down. Fighting against an opponent is simply a dead end.

[I think it's better to be careful, Nigel doesn't look very reliable. ] Papinian carefully looked left and right, and decided to start accumulating combat power according to his previous cowardly habit.

As a weak person, you must have the self-consciousness of the weak. I am afraid that I will be pushed into the soil and rubbed again, Papinian thought sadly.

It's strange to say that when other generals find that they may be weaker than the opponent, and the opponent wants to press themselves into the soil and rub against each other, they will definitely play their cards very carefully, then try to arm themselves, and finally look for opportunities to overthrow the opponent.

However, Papinian's way of thinking is that if it's all so good, it will definitely be rubbed in the soil by the opponent. I'll change my armor and put on the upper armor, so that even if I'm pressed in the soil and rubbed You won't feel pain, but the soil may be rubbed out of a pit.

On another large ship, Marche was bragging with Yachino, Luciano and others, while Dilina, the head of the Fifteenth Founding Legion, was eavesdropping while pretending to be dead. After all, Marche's words revealed Quite a lot of information.

"Eastern Europe, I haven't been here for many years. I came here twice when I was young, and I was chased out by the Slavs. Those dogs have mediocre fighting power in summer, but in winter they are more ferocious than one another. Their fighting power is very terrifying." Marche had a terrified expression.

"Slavs, I have fought against them too, and I don't think they are very strong." Yachino recalled that when he killed the three barbarians a few years ago, the Slavs didn't seem to be very strong.

"That's because they are not in Eastern Europe. The Slavs on the edge of the Black Sea, or even on the Danube River, are actually very good. The real ones are in Eastern Europe. They are very, very good at fighting. I have suffered several times. ” Luciano said with some pain.

Among these people, the one who fought the most with the Slavs was actually the No.11 Loyal Claudius Legion, because in the past, this legion did not want to participate in the trivial internal politics. After all, their names are doomed to their status, and Claudius In their view, the Us family is not orthodox, which led them to avoid appearing in Rome for safety reasons.

From a certain point of view, the loyal Claudius of the No.11 Eagle Banner Legion has become like a frontier army in the past 200 years, and it is the kind of frontier army that often fights, and its combat effectiveness is quite reliable.

By the way, this time the loyal Claudius was brought to Eastern Europe, not to hone his combat power, but to avoid embarrassment. Who let Caesar endow the Claudius family with real legal authority, so that now the Eleven Eagle Banner Legion still in a state of confusion.

The family that we have been hard-pressed for 200 years has actually become our master now, how does this make us turn the corner.

Of course, Sergio, the last head of the Claudius family, was very generous and didn't pursue any issues with the Eleventh Legion, and even said that you can think more about it.

Anyway, there is no back pain when standing and talking, and with the backing of Caesar, the factions of the Claudius family entangled with each other and reluctantly admitted the existence of the direct line, this family really does not lack a powerful army, let alone the twisted melons are not sweet ah!

Think about it, guys like Pompianus belong to the line of Claudius, but they hide part of their surname, and Albinus, who is now arrested, is actually not clear with Claudius. The relationship between them, you can see the influence of this family in these alone.

Therefore, whether there is one more No.11 or one less No.11 is not important to the current Claudius family.

"Is it that strong?" Yakino said in surprise.

"It's very strong. You have never seen the Slavs fighting in the snowstorm during the extreme cold period. They were very, very strong at that time." Luciano sighed and said, "In that kind of weather, our combat effectiveness can It was reduced by [-]%, and the opponent can increase by [-]%, so I am lucky not to be hacked to death."

"Are you crazy, fighting them during the extreme cold and snowstorm?" Dilina said with a twitching mouth, it took a lot of heart to do such a thing.

"I didn't start a war with them. I fought from summer to winter, and finally I was going to fight back the tribe of Valeri who had just moved to the south of the Baltic Sea. But that guy carried it all the way to winter and almost killed me." Lucia said. Nuo said with a dark face, how retarded is he to fight a decisive battle in such a big disadvantage?Isn't that forced?
"I suddenly feel that it's not easy for you to live to this day." Marche said, looking at Luciano sighingly.

And Luciano rolled his eyes, you wait, you will also encounter this kind of crazy Slavs this winter, because of the existence of Caesar in Rome, I just pretended to be a grandson, I really thought I was really a grandson.

Valery's tribe was forced back to Eastern Europe by Lao Tzu, and the epic battle song and double-talented heavy axemen were all hacked back by me!
(End of this chapter)