Ancient Rome: Beginning With The Legionnaire

Chapter 237 Unprepared

In the early morning light, Brian had already made preparations early in the morning. He assembled the legion early in the morning to form a siege.

Take it by surprise, attack it by surprise. The opponent was obviously thrown into disarray by Brian's deployment, but they quickly recovered and began to confront them head-on.

Naturally, they were very disdainful of those slaves who appeared in Brian's army with emaciated faces and marks on their bodies.

Already weak to this point? Need to use slaves to play center.

Just when they thought they could win the battle without any effort, an accident happened.

They didn't look down on the slaves at all, but they fought more and more fiercely as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

There was almost no room for them to respond to the victorious songs all the way.

Brian also carried out a strict deployment on the side, everything was proceeding according to the plan, and there were not too many mistakes, which made Brian heave a sigh of relief.

According to this rhythm, this battle is almost guaranteed to win.

While everyone was amazed at the slave's fighting ability, a face that shouldn't appear appeared in Brian's camp.

He was a spy from the very beginning, and he never thought of really working hard for Brian. Now that the barracks was empty, he brought his own men and prepared to capture Brian alive to turn the tide of the battle.

Right now, Brian is thinking about a map, and he is not too vigilant about the approach of people around him.

The man raised his long sword and slashed towards Brian.

The sharp collision sound resounded through the entire army garrison.

When he regained consciousness, he saw that Brian already had an extremely sharp dagger in his hand.

It turned out that Brian had already made all-out preparations, deliberately distracting the people around him, just to lure the snake out of the hole.

This dagger was naturally the one given to him by Marius. The material of the dagger was very good, and it could even be said to be a magic soldier who cut iron like mud. It was very suitable to be used as a self-defense weapon on the body.

"It's too bad to be ambushed, everyone retreat quickly."

Brian smiled slightly, without much warmth in his eyes, and then clapped his hands indifferently.

"Since you're here, why bother to leave? It took so much effort to disguise yourself as a slave, isn't it tiring!"

It turned out that Brian knew all along that the people in the army were not clean, and he didn't touch them because they put medicine in the food, which caught them off guard.

"When did you know?" His acting skills, which he had been complacent about, were just a joke, which made it hard for them to accept.

"From the very beginning, I found that you are different from ordinary slaves. Many times I found that you have a subtle attack posture, which is an action that ordinary slaves would not make, not to mention that you came here by coincidence."

This is not a very complicated matter. It would be strange if the other party knew that they were recruiting slaves but did not send anyone over.

Naturally, real slaves can't be determined to pay for their lives, so Brian's main concern is this group of people in slave clothes, they are more like wolves in sheep's clothing.

Fortunately, now that the wolf's tail is finally exposed, it's time to close the net.

"As expected of Kota Brian, I have always underestimated you. Since you chose to accept slaves, we should be vigilant."

There is no shortage of rule-breakers in this world, but it is these rule-breakers who are truly terrifying.

They have never thought of questioning what they think is right for thousands of years, and they will not change anything for some people they think are despicable, but Brian is different.

The way of seeing the problem, Brian has two completely different eyes from them [this is why they lost this game.

There is no need to understand it anymore. The battlefield is probably one-sided. If you lose, you lose. There is no possibility of relaxation.

Sometimes winning or losing is just a thought.

In front of Brian, the leading man took out his weapon and wiped his neck directly.

He didn't want to be a slave, and he didn't want to be a loser until he died, and the cycle of things should be over.

But the others were not as decisive as he was. After hesitating for a while, they dropped their weapons and surrendered.

Soon the battle report came back, and the front line also won a big victory. Although the loss was a bit much, but (by Li Zhao) in comparison, this war epidemic is enough to be recorded in the annals of history.

The price of blood and tears made the slaves finally straighten their backs. This time they are warriors and are no longer objects of bullying by others.

War means death and blood. Brian couldn't be happy, but he didn't feel too bad. After he settled down and cleaned the battlefield, Brian took out the dagger again.

The war will end soon. How should the slaves be dealt with at that time? Should they let them go back to their previous life, or redefine their identity?

Brian knows that this is not a simple matter, every decision will affect the fate of many people, and may even cause public protests.