Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Kun! Tu! Chu! Si!!!"

I don’t know how long it took. Suddenly, a loud roar awakened him from his sleep. A familiar figure stood in the dark and far away. The lord of the 30th Legion had actually awakened from his sleep, dragging his weakness. The body, bow and arrow at himself.

On the sharp arrow cluster, there is a creepy death energy entwined, tumbling, twisting, squirming, and rushing to the high clouds! The white wrist is even more wrapped around a miniature archery totem, overflowing with faint but deadly arcane fluctuations.

"What happened to my legion? How long did I sleep? When I woke up, there were only more than two hundred people left in the 10,000 legion! Quintuchus! You return my legion!!!"

"Legion Commander..."

The imperial general tried to explain that the naval battle that day was really desperate. Numerous dense flying demons occupied the entire sky. The sea underneath was frozen and a large number of warships could not move at all. If you don’t do this, the entire army will be wiped out. Like some legions, they were directly revoked by the Empire and disappeared into the dust of history.

If you don't do this, even the legionnaire will die! It is impossible to stand in front of one's own eyes and judge one's own sins! ! !

However, all the explanations came to his lips and turned into a sad sigh.

"If I could do it again, I would still choose this way. I saved my legion! I am willing to bear all costs for it! Come on! Use your arrow to shoot through my head! Legion commander! "

Quintuchus resolutely opened his arms, facing the dead arrow cluster, exposing his blood-stained chest.

"You will be guilty and punished for this, but not now. Lock him up."

The lord of the legion squinted his eyes and ordered the two generals to take off all his armor, weapons, and glory, tied his hands behind his back, and was imprisoned in a cage.

One day, two days, three days.

A dignified imperial general who lashed out at Fang Qiu was trapped in a dark cage. His former colleagues, even his subordinates, entered the cage with a cold expression three times a day, only giving him some fresh water, rice bran, and even words. I don't want to say more.

Four months, five months, six months.

The news of victory came from the north. Quintuchus, who had been tortured to the point of being skinny, cheered in a cage full of time and scratches, and wanted to celebrate the final victory of this war with his brother, but waited for him. Yes, it is news of the execution.

At the corner of his mouth, he raised an ironic smile, and closed his eyes peacefully, not knowing whether it was because of grievance, anger, or because the outside sun was too dazzling. Two recruits were rudely escorted to the wooden execution platform and put him on the wooden board. Hanging high above the stakes.

Quintuchus looked around, and the 30th Urpius Victorious Legion came forward. Are they saying their final farewell?

In half a year, the corps he was proud of finally returned to its former size, one by one well-trained phalanx of hundreds, standing in place like statues, with a scarlet eagle flag, hunting in the noisy wind: However, about half the size of the hundred-man team looks very immature, and the formation is not neat-the number of recruits is really too much.

"Look! Brothers and sisters! What you see is our shame! It is the 30th Urpius Victory Legion, the biggest stain since its creation!"

Suddenly, the legion commander slowly walked to her side, with her back to herself, making the final announcement to the whole army.

"He almost destroyed the establishment of our legion, and completely destroyed our glory! We actually left our colleagues in a battle and fled cowardly!"

The lord of the thirtieth legion, an angry bow and arrow.

"All the members who survived that battle! Get out! In order to show your determination, take up your crossbow arrows, listen to my orders, and shoot this coward together! His shameful deeds will be completely destroyed by me!"

"you guys······"

Quintuchus' eyes widened in disbelief. He volunteered to bear the infamy, just to do his best to save his beloved legion! However, those who were saved by themselves, instead of being grateful for themselves, saved their lives, but showed an expression of anger and contempt, and pointed the heavy crossbows loaded with crossbow arrows to themselves!

"3! 2! 1! Shoot arrows!!!"

"What right do you have to show this look! I saved you! Without me, can you still stand here under the eagle flag of the Ulpius Legion?! If you are giving me a chance, I would rather Watching you all die in the hands of the devil! Traitors!!!"

The imperial general, looking at the dense feather arrows that looked like migratory locusts, rushed to shoot through his weak body, and amidst intense pain and despair, he let out a final roar.

Suddenly, there was a flower in front of Quintuchus' eyes, and the dense crossbow bolts instantly turned into stars in the sky, and the pain on his body disappeared. . A pair of warm black wings gently covered his burly body covered with blood.

"Hoo-hoo-hoo -"

The general of the empire gave a violent gasp, and he felt his heart, in the violent beating, almost popped out of his throat! The whole body was also covered with crystal beads of sweat.

Was everything a dream just now, but it was too real. Could it be said that this is a sign? If you don't do anything now, will things really develop into such a field? I have taken a downside of life and death-but even if executed, those **** guys should be grateful to me! Proud of me! Instead of dying stubbornly like in a dream!

"What's the matter? Honey? Have you had a nightmare?"

The beautiful and moving face of Joy Demon showed a worried look. With slender hands, from between the plump peaks, he pulled out a soft cloth with a faint fragrance, and gently wiped the sweat beads on Quintuchus's temples. Asked.

"No... it's nothing. I just dreamed of something from the past."

The dark and terrifying face of the imperial general was gradually covered with the haze of death. He repeatedly tasted everything in his dreams, and constantly deduced the changes and directions of things, but he did not notice that the enchanting devil with black wings behind him, like a fallen angel, bloomed with a vicious smile that was not easily detectable.

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