Ancient Rome: Start with the legionnaire

Three days later, a fortified checkpoint was erected from the northern part of the Red River Valley.

And it was the elite Roman 13th legion that was stationed here.

In front of Brian, it was several Gauls that Rex had captured.

Polo waved the leather whip in his hand to his heart’s content.

Brian admired the scene in front of him with interest.

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“Say it quickly!”

“What has your tribe deployed and special things recently?”

Polo was waving his leather whip, already sweating profusely.

And the few Gauls in front of him were already covered in flesh.

But these Gauls were very determined, and from the beginning to the present, except for a wail or two, they have not spoken again.

“Polo! You can’t ask anything useful like this! ”

Brian wasn’t going to waste time on it by being a few more captives.

These prisoners had just been captured by Rex from outside in the morning, and their mouths were very hard.

“Legion Elder, please give me a little more time, I will definitely torture you, please report what you want.”

Brian shook his head and said.

“Polo, although you have brute strength, you are not good at torture, now let me teach you!”

Brian stepped forward and drew the short sword at Rex’s waist.

Grabbed a Gaul by the blond hair with one hand.

“Say, what’s your name?”

And the Gaul very stubbornly raised his cheek.

Poof!

In the next second, Brian directly stabbed the Roman short sword into his chest.

The officers present couldn’t help but gasp.

This is their acting legionnaire, the murderous Roman demon without blinking.

From the time the legion came here, all the prisoners captured by the legion were killed.

These prisoners have been kept until now because they have to torture important information.

“What’s your name?”

And Brian went to the next Gaul.

The Gaul trembled when he saw his companion killed.

“I…”

But before he could finish speaking, Brian had already slashed his throat with a Roman short sword.

“Say it so slowly, don’t say it!”

Brian gently wiped the blood from the Roman short sword with a handkerchief.

However, because the handkerchief is also woven of linen, the blood-sucking effect is average.

The Roman short sword still has traces of blood on it.

Brian walked up to the 3rd Gaul.

“The villain is called Tolsta, please don’t kill me!”

But before the words fell, Brian directly slashed a sword at his neck.

Although the Roman short sword was not good at chopping, it produced miracles under its strength.

The Gauls, whose name was Torstad, instantly became different.

“Really, I answered before I asked you!”

Brian picked up the Roman short sword and looked at it carefully.

Because the slashing action just now was too violent, a lot of scratches and wrinkles had appeared on one side of the blade.

Sure enough, the Roman short sword is better at direct stabs, and if the number of chops is too much, the Roman short sword will be directly broken.

And Brian walked up to the 4th Gaul and grabbed him by the hair.

At this moment the Gaul had begun to tremble.

“You, what’s your name!”

Almost instantly, the Gaul replied with rocket-like speed.

“Villain, Katos!”

“Very good! The answer is not fast or slow, and then there are a few questions for you, and if you don’t satisfy me, you will find that death will be a relief! ”

Brian lifted the Gaul up and threw it aside.

“Do you know this guy?”

Brian pulled out a wooden box.

In the wooden box, there was a human head of Tars.

Since Katelius died at the hands of this man, it was natural to take this man’s head back, first to the senate, and second to Cartels’ family.

Tars’ human head has undergone special treatment and has been made into specimens.

“This is Tars, son of the earth, son of the chief…”

Seeing the head of the Tars, the Gaul (Katos) became even more frightened.

You must know that Tars is known as the son of the earth and is the strongest warrior in the tribe.

It seems that the rumor from a few days ago is true, and it is said that the son of the earth was killed by a Roman officer.

Katos thought it was a joke, because a brave man like Tars was almost a symbol of invincibility in the tribe and could not die in battle.

“Very good! I wonder, the current situation of your tribe? ”

Brian felt almost ready and put the wooden box aside.

“Because of your arrival, the entire tribe is now in panic, and many people have already taken the old and young with them, and the north has taken refuge in the north!”

“Only the strong man remained! And Rexter, the 2nd son of the chief, who is ready to gather the men of the clan to avenge his brother! ”

Profound!

“So you can use this Rexter, how many people has he gathered?”

“At present, there are already 30,000 or 40,000 people around him!”

Katos replied carefully, afraid that a Roman officer would not be able to provoke the Roman officer in front of him.

He kills without blinking.

“So do your leaders have any other children?”

Brian remembered Antabella, who he put back, and didn’t know what was going on now.

“The chief also has a daughter, Miss Antabella, but he has very few supporters, only about 10,000 people!”

Brian couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.

Antabella is really not a fuel-saving lamp, in this world of male superiority, she actually has supporters, and up to 10,000.

Even if Brian is now under him, there are only nearly 5,000 people.

More than twice as much as Brian’s men, but there is a huge gap in quality.

“So! And your leader Roctors? ”

“There has been no news of the leader for two days, and everyone is spreading rumors that the leader is dead!”

Antabella had previously told Brian that her father would soon die.

This old guy should be dying.

“What about the rest of your tribe, are there any elders or the like? They say there are no supporters! ”

Tarago was a large tribe with a population of more than 200,000 people five years ago.

And there is something wrong with the data reported by this Gaul.

“There are also nearly 20,000 people in the tribe who are supporters of the Great Elder!”

Hearing this, the corners of Brian’s mouth curled slightly.

That’s a lot more interesting.

The old leader was about to die, the tribe was about to fall apart, it was clear that they all saw the position of the tribal leader, and now they did not dare to make a rash move, let alone send troops to harass Brian.