Ancient Rome: Start with the legionnaire

Under the influence of Brian’s crazy record.

The elite brought by Rexter was defeated and soon killed.

Rexter was also driven into a dead end.

Now there are only two cronies left around Rexter, but they, like Rexter, are covered in injuries.

“What tribe are you from?”

Rexter gasped with a Gallic tomahawk in his hand and looked at Brian.

Now Gaul is just synonymous with Gauls.

There was no unified state, only large and small tribes.

In the plains of Western Europe, as well as in the northern part of the Iberian Peninsula, there are countless tribes, large and small.

And through Antabella, Brian has the title of warrior.

Stormblade! Bryant!

It must be from a powerful tribe.

And Brian did not answer him, directly holding the sword and rushing forward.

Brush!

Just two swords killed two of Rexter’s cronies.

“Ah! I you fight! Let’s go meet the god of Hades! ”

The former confident Reixter no longer has the heroic spirit of the past.

Like the last roar of a dying lion.

Bang!

In just one round, the tomahawk in his hand was picked up by Brian.

And he himself was kicked to the ground by bad people.

“Since you are bent on death, then I will tell you that General Ben is from Rome!”

Brian said in a very low voice, making sure the others around him couldn’t hear it.

“You…”

Rexter said halfway.

He was slashed through the throat by Brian’s sword!

Rexter’s consciousness gradually blurred, and before he died, he heard the man’s light voice.

“Your brother! I killed it too! ”

…

It takes only two hours to travel from Brian to the Gallic tribes.

The seriously ill leader Roctors, his second son Rexter, and a group of elders who opposed Antabella.

All died in just two hours!

It all happened so fast!

So much so that Antabella stood in the sea of blood in the corpse mountain and was a little stunned.

She was already at an absolute disadvantage, and she actually easily turned over.

Bang….

It wasn’t until Brian threw Rexter’s head at her feet that Antabella woke up.

“This is Rexter’s head!”

Brian nodded.

Rexter’s three-dimensional attributes, although not very exaggerated, but it took a lot of effort to kill him.

This guy can always dodge a fatal blow at crucial moments.

“Next, you should purge the clan of these people! The rebels are directly killed, as for the rest! You can sell me at a low price! ”

Antabella, who was already at a loss, was once again sobered up by Brian.

“Want to do a cleansing? I don’t think it’s necessary! ”

Antabella had some intolerance for the massacre of her fellow tribesmen.

“If you don’t purge now, it’ll be too late when they turn back and stab you with their long swords!”

“And more importantly! You don’t wash them! You promised me 20,000 slaves before! ”

Brian tried so desperately to advise him, and at the same time charged.

This work is not done in vain.

The previous promise was 20,000 slaves.

“Slave thing! I’ll figure it out! If you want to clean, let me think again! ”

Antabella said hesitantly.

Snap

Brian slapped her directly.

“Don’t forget, this is the agreement we made before!”

“And if you don’t do it now! I’m afraid we won’t survive the 2nd day! ”

Antabella covered her face and looked at Brian with a stubborn expression.

Agreement or something, Antabella does not care very much.

Brian’s second sentence directly touched her heart.

The Gauls are inherently aggressive by nature, and the tribes of those killed today will surely rebel.

If they are not purged at this moment, Antabella and Brian may really die here.

“I can’t get this off!”

“Then give me control of your people and I’ll do it!”

Antabella hesitated for a moment, her cheeks were already full of tears at the moment, and finally nodded.

Next, all afternoon, the Tarago tribe was slaughtering!

The entire sky was filled with slaughter, and the river next to the Tarago tribe was dyed red.

The tribes loyal to Rexter and the Great Elder were slaughtered.

More than 6,000 people were killed that afternoon, and as many as 30,000 people were brought under control.

…

Ten miles away from the Tarago tribe, a Roman army was stationed here.

The small river that flows from the Tarago tribe flows right through here.

Rex, the Legion tribune, walked to the creek and saw that the water in the creek was covered in blood.

“How many people died here?”

Because it is too far from the Tarago tribe, and the river is still bright red.

“Lord Brian doesn’t know what’s wrong?”

Polo, the centurion, knew Brian very well.

“I look at this blood, 100% Lord Brian can’t get rid of the relationship!”

As a matter of experience, blood often flowed everywhere Brian passed.

Polo has seen too many similar scenes of this kind.

“But Lord Brian is only one person, can he kill so many people?”

“Fighting a war is not just brute force, it also requires brains, this is what Lord Brian said.”

…

In the Tarago tribe, the old leader had just died, and a battle for power broke out in the tribe.

The clansmen are trembling, afraid that if one is not good, they will be killed tomorrow.

“Brian! You killed too many people today! ”

Antabella could barely stand Brian’s killing.

Brian was wiping his longsword on the side.

“I was killed in your name! Those people will resent, and they will only resent you! ”