brother wolf

Rus's army was renowned for its discipline and loyalty.

From the day the Legion was established, it has been a highly efficient war machine.However, with the passage of time and the increase in the number and size of the legions, there were not enough adult male citizens in Ross to be recruited into the army. They could only add some locals who had obtained Ross citizenship from various legions stationed.

This has caused two consequences. First, the Legion's sense of belonging and loyalty to the Ross Empire has decreased; second, the overall quality of the Legion has declined. shoulder to shoulder.

A legion usually consists of 120 centurions, and the number of a centurion is about [-] to [-] people including special combat personnel.Each centurion is commanded by an experienced and trusted centurion. Usually, six centurions form a cohort, and every ten cohorts form a legion.However, under normal circumstances, most of the legions are not fully staffed, and various impairments have kept the empire's legions in a state of low quota for a long time.

Especially recently, there have been constant uprisings and riots across the empire. Thirty established legions are struggling to put out these flames, and many legions have lost more than half of their staff.

The commanders of the legion all asked for time to rest, replenish their troops, and train new recruits. However, under the current situation, they could only continue to operate at a high load.

The Motaya Legion they belonged to originally suppressed a slave riot in the southern part of More Province. These desperate slaves broke out with powerful fighting power and caused heavy losses to the Motaya Legion.

At the same time, the Gelts got the news of the civil strife within the empire and seized the opportunity to start routine looting and invasion. Just like the hyenas on the grassland, once they smell the rotten smell of their prey, they will swarm up and chew the flesh and bones of their prey into pieces with their powerful jaws.

The Mortaya Legion, which has been stationed in the province of Moore for a long time, can only fight in two lines. It took a lot of time and energy to break through the defense line, and drove straight into the province of More, looting several towns in succession, causing countless casualties.

After struggling to extinguish the slave riots, the Mortaya Army was finally able to deal with the Gelts with all its strength, but at this time the legion commander discovered that the Gelts were no longer the Wuxia Amon of the day, but the highly mobile Gaelts. The Ertes relied on their powerful cavalry to sweep across the entire province of Moore, lost their fortresses and border defenses, and the Mortaya Army, which relied on the heavy infantry phalanx to fight, fell into a passive position.

Legion Commander Barnett walked up and down the tent in annoyance, cursing this unpredictable fate.He was only transferred to the Motaya Legion as the commander three years ago. Before that, he had been serving as the vice-captain of the Guards in the capital of the empire with a modest position but a generous salary. I had to go to this remote province to serve as the commander of a legion.

At the beginning, everything was fine. Although Morse City was not as prosperous as St. Roch's, Governor Brace had the same hobbies as him. They tried their best to maintain the habits and fashions of St. Roch, enjoying all kinds of things to their heart's content. All kinds of delicacies and luxuries, as well as the charming and beautiful female slaves provided by the governor of Blaise, most of the time he felt that the province of More was more free and laissez-faire than in St. Rocco.

But this wonderful life was ruined by the bloody slave-gladiator riot. He waved his fist in the air, imagining himself killing the leader of the riot, with drops of hot sweat on his forehead, this kind of Imagining made him feel better.But soon, he was made restless by the messengers who kept coming in to report.

All the above speculations are based on my observation of Barnett's every move and my imagination.

Early in the morning, Barnett called the boss and the golden retriever over, and asked with great interest about the pet they brought—that is, the white wolf that was talked about in the army, and then asked them to bring me here for him Look, he doesn't believe that humans can fully tame a wild wolf.

Of course humans can't do it, only beasts that turn into people can do it, and this is not taming - wolves can't be tamed, but stay with them temporarily as friends.

Of course, I can't explain these words to Barnett, and the pair of dull eyes on his puffy face don't seem to have the wisdom to understand such things. The eldest pet and the golden retriever couldn't help but look at each other with admiration.

He walked around and shouted at the clerk who was following him, "Hurry up and send me the message for help. If the Prime Minister of the Empire doesn't send at least two legions of reinforcements within half a month, then I can't guarantee that Gai The Alters will not rush directly to San Roque City to loot!"

He said angrily, "They dragged their feet and refused to send reinforcements. Did they think they could send the Gelts home with the Motaia Army? It must be the damned Harris again. He wants me to die here !"

I watched him turn around with black lines all over my head. The recruits outside had just been recruited into the army, and they were doing simple intensive training under the leadership of veterans.

These cannon fodder who have been deceived by all kinds of lies have no idea what they are about to face.

Adhering to the spirit of sweating more in peacetime and bleeding less in wartime, the veterans practiced these ignorant recruits desperately. It is unimaginable to rely on these soldiers who have just put down their farm tools to defeat the experienced Gelts. For half a month, they used devilish training intensity to make these recruits mature as soon as possible, but at present, it seems that the hasty training is far from achieving the expected effect, and too harsh training has made many people Became a deserter.

The escaped soldiers were captured and flogged to death, and their bodies were tied to a tree trunk outside the camp, warning those who were careful not to have delusions.

Originally, according to the status of the golden retriever and the boss, they could escape this kind of strict recruit training, but under the insistence of Ignatius, they had to compromise and began to integrate into the daily life of the entire barracks, except occasionally, They were able to get a short rest by calling Barnett. In the rest of the time, they crawled and rolled on the frozen mud. At the end of the day, even with their mighty wild animal strength, they were exhausted.

Before the soldiers trained every day, they had to swear a short oath, the first was an oath of allegiance to the Empire, and the second was that the members of the Centuries swore to each other: never betray their comrades and save their own lives.

The veterans asked the recruits to repeat this oath over and over again, trying to let them understand the meaning and role of companions in the army: Only an army that can trust its back to its comrades-in-arms is a truly powerful army.

Not long after, the boss and Golden Retriever voluntarily moved out of the camp where the male slaves took care of them, and moved into the collective tents provided for recruits. I think this move represented their beginning to truly understand the meaning and responsibilities of soldiers.

With them gone, though, I'm starting to feel a little lonely.

The male slaves didn't dare to abuse me, but because I didn't want to cause trouble, I tried not to leave the vicinity of the tent. For me who was used to freedom, this kind of restrained life was like a year.

Fortunately, this life did not last long.

The Legion has received an order from the Emperor of the Empire. They will do their best to prevent the Gaelts from continuing to wreak havoc in the empire. They will join up with other legions and encircle the Gelts together. Before this strategic goal is achieved, the Legion must limit them. within a certain range.

When he heard this order, Barnett cursed again.

According to the boss, the Gelts have a habit of never staying in one place for too long, and leave when they are done robbing. However, according to the news, this time the Gelts are different from the past. They stationed part of their troops The forts and frontier lines that originally belonged to the Ross Legion-these places with strong forts and walls became the frontline bases of the Galts, and they were determined to make the most of these places.

Barnett didn't intend to actually carry out this order. In his opinion, a battle where the enemy could not be found could not be launched at all, and he did not intend to take the initiative to find these Gelts. Since reinforcements are coming soon, So before that, standing still is the best choice.

As for those towns that were plundered and the people of the empire that were massacred, this is a war, and there must be sacrifices, right?As long as it is not yourself who is sacrificed.

Obviously, the empire is not a monolithic interior.

There were many who tipped off to the Galts, who came after them not long after.

That night, it was very cold, the sky was overcast, and the wind blew so that only the bare branches were rustling. I hid in the tent and ate half a sheep brought in by the male slave. For some reason, I was a little absent-minded. An unknown feeling came to my heart.

As a beast, I have a strong premonition of danger, which is an instinct we gradually develop in order to survive.Every time this feeling arises, I will be prepared. Sometimes, you will find that it is just a false alarm, but sometimes, you will find that your prevention has played a very good effect.

Don't be afraid of [-], just in case, just one negligence may kill you, and being cautious is always a good thing.

Due to the weather, today's training ended relatively early.

Most of the soldiers were huddled in tents to rest, only some patrolling soldiers were shivering in the cold wind.

I got up restless, walked out of the tent, smelled the message from the wind, the smell of blood was lingering, and my premonition became stronger and stronger. In the end, I couldn't sit still anymore and decided to go to the boss and the golden retriever , to keep them vigilant.

I quietly bypassed the guards who were dulled by the cold, and found the tent of the boss and the golden retriever with a clear goal.

There were a total of ten people living inside, and I went straight in. The boss and the golden retriever were surrounded by a large group of soldiers, who were talking about something, and the laughter kept coming.

The boss and the golden retriever are very popular, the golden retriever lion is born with a charisma of a leader, and the boss, his calm and introverted temperament is enough to attract people to gather around him.

My arrival made the scene calm down immediately, and they took the initiative to get out of the way-this has almost become a habit, after all, everyone knows that I am their pet, and I have appeared in this tent more than once to find Boss them.

I ran to the boss and rubbed his neck, he hugged me gently, and rubbed me habitually, the golden retriever turned sideways, put his hand on my neck without showing any weakness, and kept stroking the fur.

I broke free from their hands, roared lowly, and turned around in the tent restlessly.

Since they became human, they have gradually lost the intuition of belonging to animals. Although they are still better than most human beings, compared to me, they are already human in this regard.

The boss and the golden retriever looked at me in a bewilderment, not understanding why I was being irritable. I saw their puzzled faces and sighed in my heart. This inexplicable hunch was not 100% accurate, and now I began to doubt myself decision.

When it was time to go to bed, I did not leave the tent of the boss and the golden retriever, and I was determined not to let them sleep. Whenever they were about to take off their heavy armor and prepare to rest, I would bite their hands. After a few times, They finally realized something.

After looking at each other, the golden retriever walked out of the tent, and the boss called up the drowsy fellow recruits. Relying on his prestige, they put on their armor obediently while yawning, and the golden retriever then walked into the tent. Tent, it seems that he has already called all the recruits he is familiar with nearby.

Deadly danger lurks in the darkness.