To Four Thousand Years Later

Everything is like a dream, full of unreal feeling. But if it was just a dream, Thomas wished he could wake up right away. It was only the first day since he entered the frontal battlefields of Tyre and Rome.

This young man from the city of Nicaea is now fighting the Romans in Byzantium, the westernmost border of Tire. As the son of a gardener, it was his dream to be able to walk on the battlefield like a heroic soldier with his head held high. He still remembered the time when he and his brothers went out to fight, and he really felt the glory. As His Majesty said, the Romans really had a greedy heart for Tire—on the second day after the Third Army had just rushed to Byzantium from Neesia, the two Roman legions arrived just in time.

They didn't even have time to rest, and immediately went to the front line.

But Thomas' desire to make a difference also ended at the end of the first day. Not just him. Even the soldiers with shields in front were slowly retreating. Their archers were throwing wildly in the rear-while the only 600 cavalry with their horses were a little out of touch, and made a big circle on the right flank to prepare to attack the flank of the Romans. But they hadn't had time to meet the enemy yet. The forward cavalry of the Romans had already arrived. They shouted loudly and rushed towards the right formation of the Tyrians. Because he was too far away from Thomas, he couldn't see what the situation had become.

All Thomas knew was that his fencing teacher, a forty-year-old blacksmith, was pierced by a Roman arrow right beside him. The arrow came from the sky and Thomas subconsciously supported his teacher. And behind the cavalry who flitted past intimidatingly, the infantry who slammed their shields and marched slowly approached. It has to be said that the cavalry rushing obliquely is indeed deterrent. They caused the shield soldiers of Tire to retreat in confusion, and the originally neat formation became messy. The spearmen and sword soldiers behind were crowded into a group. Some want to move forward, some don't want to move, and some want to retreat.

At this moment, the priests from Rome chanted in unison, and the fire snake the size of an adult's forearm was swimming in the air, and under the control of the priests, they tried their best to bypass the iron shields of the warriors and burn at them The temperature does not need to be too high, as long as they suffer and throw away their shields is enough. If there is a large hole somewhere, the cavalry who came back after charging once will fight, but this is only a theory. Those fiery snakes were flying crookedly in the air, and only a handful of them could accurately bypass the iron shield.

What's more, after passing the highest point, they were received in a parabola, smashed randomly on those wooden shields covered with iron sheets, or were simply smashed by experienced shield soldiers with shields.

Even Thomas saw some serpents falling on the other soldiers who weren't holding shields...whether they were Tyrians or Romans. He also saw a Roman cavalryman fall down immediately because of being burned, and immediately became bloody.

A Roman infantryman with beards roared loudly, pushed aside his shield and stabbed his sword precisely into the chest of a Tyrean warrior. But in the blink of an eye, he was kicked to the ground again, and five or six spears pierced through his body.

"In the name of King Solomon," Thomas shouted. But the voice was completely drowned out, he couldn't even hear his own words, his throat was hoarse after shouting a few words, the smell of alcohol in the air made him dizzy, he felt someone pushing himself. Someone is hitting themselves. Others were tearing at their clothes. He supported his teacher with one hand, and with the other hand he was holding a spear in a mess. It was the second wave of arrow rain that made Mars wake up from the confusion and bewilderment. An arrow grazed his left chest. If it is further up, and then to the right, it will be able to penetrate his heart directly.

But due to his luck, the arrow was blocked by his piercing hard leather armor. Although his chest hurt from the smash, it made him realize that the shield soldier standing in front of him had fallen.

He roared like crazy, pushing his spear forward continuously. The 5 skills he learned before were all memorized by Chu Yuan. Not only was he stabbing people, but he even slapped people with the handle of a spear—this action was expressly forbidden by his teacher, because it might break the spear. This meant that his weapon was useless, and the broken wooden pole was not much of a deterrent. But after he knocked down three people randomly in a row. The Roman infantry no longer saw him as a breach. Instead, it turned to other people. He was pushed back and forth by the people behind him unsteadily. Even by himself, he immediately felt a burst of warmth from his left leg. Then it was a little damp and cold. It must have been broken. thought Thomas. The combined damage done to him by all enemies. It's not as big as the damage done to him by the recruit who doesn't know who's hands and feet. This made Thomas grit his teeth.

Although he is also a recruit.

This chaotic battle didn't last...or has lasted very long. In short, the fighting started in the evening and ended in the evening. The Romans quickly retreated, and they did not chase the first day of the war to a hasty end. Twenty-four people died, and the wounded were not counted—anyone who can hold a weapon should go back to his place. The only difference is that the high-spirited momentum they had when they went out to fight has disappeared. In the tent, there are no longer murmurs from the walls, or fantasies about the end of the war and young people’s bragging, but a terrible silence except for cursing and screaming for pain. A horrible, monstrous silence. This grabbed Thomas's heart hard and made him back out of the tent. Sitting by the bearded fire, Thomas felt a sense of relief.

He whispered to the teacher who had just woken up and was weakened by pain: "What do you want?" He didn't know whether he was speaking to himself or the teacher. Perhaps it should be said that there is. He was also craving some kind of answer.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Can I still be a deserter?"

His teacher couldn't help laughing: "I will fight. Don't worry, I will take care of myself, little Thomas.

"I'm not young anymore." Thomas hugged his knees and warmed himself by the fire, muttering in a low voice, "I even killed three people...or four people just now." The blacksmith chuckled and became serious: "Also. Don't Brag about killing people. Because you're not nothing. You can be something other than a fighter...like a brilliant remark that would have immediately snapped Thomas back, but now silenced him.

"This is the battlefield you want. Do you want war now?

…if possible. I want it to end right away.

Thomas bit his lip and changed the subject: "We will win, right?

"We will win. Believe in our new king.

The corner of the blacksmith's mouth twitched, and he made a joke that ordinary people couldn't hear: "The Romans can't be more terrifying than Satan. Their teeth are not big enough. Their mouths still stink.

"Satan's mouth may be even more stinky. Thomas habitually talked back, noticing that the noise in the camp had almost subsided, he also lowered his voice.

After a long time, he realized that he couldn't do anything.

So Fu Ruo blacksmith stood up and walked slowly back to the tent.

The blacksmith tilted his head, looked at the silent Thomas, and said in a low voice: "There will be a war tomorrow.