Online game myth of the Three Kingdoms

"The Slavs are very powerful. I have also fought against them. I don't think they are very strong."

Yakino recalled that when he killed the three barbarians a few years ago, the Slavs didn't seem to be very strong.

"No, they are very strong. I met a Slav battleaxe army in the north before, and their axes can cut through the giant's defense!" Africanas said casually when he heard the words.

"Oh? Africanas, have you ever fought against the Slavs' Tomahawk Legion?" Marchai asked with a smile.

"Well, but it was only a small-scale encounter last time!" Africa said casually.

"Well, this time, the Yuan family's Tomahawk Legion will be handed over to you. I heard that the Yuan Family has recruited some of the legions trained by the Slavic barbarians. Then you will find a way to deal with them!"

Marche unscrupulously threw a Janissary to Africa to deal with, which was also entrusted to him by Penirance, as long as he couldn't die, he would force it to death.

So Marche found an excuse without any integrity, and directly threw the heavy responsibility to Africanas.

"Are you kidding me, just bring that group of garbage savages to defeat the Tomahawk Legion?" Afrikanas looked at Marchai with difficulty.

"Huh? It's all about taking the barbarian to fight the barbarian. What's the problem?" Marche directly changed the concept secretly. It is true that the Slavs are barbarians, but how can barbarians and barbarians be the same.

If the barbarians were all the same, then Great Britain in the north would have been flattened by them long ago.

"And Africa, this is a military order, there is no place for you to bargain!" Although Marche said with a smile, the seriousness in his words made everyone shudder.

"Or, do you think you can't beat a bunch of Slavic savages?"

Afrikanas opened his mouth, and finally went on with an aggrieved face, accepting the arrangement sullenly.

Let him admit that he can't beat the barbarian, he might as well kill him.

But with a group of garbage savages to deal with the Guards, the heavy pressure made Africa no time to be depressed.

He desperately recalled the details he discovered when he encountered the Tomahawk Legion, hoping to find some ways to deal with the opponent before the official confrontation.

It's definitely useless to fight head-to-head. Besides, there are so many military orders, he has to think of a way.

After beating the thorns and confirming that Africanus had played an example of killing chickens and monkeys, Marchay continued to tell stories to the legion commanders with great interest, but the topic gradually turned to how to drive the barbarians to war.

The barbarian is a double-edged sword. If it is used well, it will cause headaches for Rome. If it is used badly, it may have the opposite effect.

So how to drive the barbarians has become a science.

Just after Marche finished telling the story of using the barbarian to cheat his big move and then hacked his opponent to death, Graze suddenly asked.

"What if the opponent doesn't use his big move to kill the barbarian?"

Marche laughed, a child can be taught, that's what he really wanted to say.

"Then let the barbarians become an existence that they can't kill without using big moves!"

"What if the barbarian has reached the point where he can't even be killed with a big move?" Graze narrowed his eyes, he felt as if he had caught something, but he didn't catch anything.

"Have you ever seen the cattle and sheep in the pasture?" Marche said plainly, "There will also be internal qi separation among those cattle and sheep, but they all appeared on your and my dining table in the end." !"

All the legion commanders suddenly realized that the barbarians in Rome were raised in captivity by Rome, so when there were barbarians beyond the level of captivity, it was the time for them to start harvesting.

Rome is such an empire built on the bones of enemies and barbarians, and their core is war.

The root of all this comes from history and their unique conditions in the Mediterranean.

Looking at the thoughtful legion commanders, Marche looked at Africa.

"They are tools, cattle and sheep. What you have to do is not to reject them, but to control them. Do you understand when I say that?"

Marche is very relieved of his explosive remarks, because those who can be thrown by Penelance are all pure-bloods, the so-called staunch citizens.

Or it should be called the aristocratic faction. They may be born barbarians, but they all received the orthodox Roman patriotic education, so what they identify with is not the nation, but the identity of Roman citizens.

Fundamentally speaking, the contradictions in Rome are almost similar to those in the Han Dynasty, that is, the contradictions between classes.

Roman citizens are a class, Roman senators are another class, and some barbarians who have become Roman citizens are another class. They all stand above the class called barbarians and enjoy all power and convenience.

This is also the willingness of those barbarians to squeeze in even if they sharpen their heads, because it is a higher class, not other things.

"So you asked me to deal with the Slavs just to make me understand this truth?" Africa said quietly.

"No, that's a test for you. Using tools is also a science, and the Slavs' Tomahawk Legion is the test question I gave you!" Marche waved his hand, and then said with a knife.

"By the way, the Slavs who fought in the blizzard during the extremely cold period were very, very strong at that time. Even if you bring an army of giants, you may not be able to win!"

"Really? Are the Slavs so powerful?" Afrikanas was dubious, even Yakino, Beelzebub and others looked sideways at him.
"It will be really strong!" Luciano said with a sigh

"In the weather of the extremely cold period, our combat power can be reduced by [-]%, while the opponent can be increased by [-]%. It is my luck not to be hacked to death."

"Are you crazy? Fighting them during the extreme cold and blizzard?" Marche was also a little surprised. He looked at Luciano suspiciously. He hadn't heard that Luciano's brain was broken.

Since I mentioned the beginning, it was when the Eleventh Legion did not rise up. At that time, although the Imperial Guards should be attacking each other, even though the Imperial Guards were attacking each other, the buffs on both sides were different.

It is a miracle that the Eleventh Legion was not hacked to death.

"You think I'm willing, so there's no other way? I can't tell the direction in the ice and snow, I made a detour and bumped into someone again!" Luciano heheed twice.

The ghost knows how he ran away in the first place. It should have been in a straight line, but after running for a day, he found the Slavs in front of him. At that time, his expression was the kind of ghost.

However, it was too late to run again, so Luciano bit the bullet and led the Eleventh Legion to slash the opponent.

In the end, he managed to cut the opponent apart, and then he survived the hellish environment.

But the shock brought to him by the Tomahawk Legion at that time was not small at all. If he hadn't had a flash of inspiration and took a step, he might have been hacked to death at that time.

"I suddenly feel that it's not easy for you to live to this day." Marche said, looking at Luciano sighingly.

And Luciano rolled his eyes, you wait, you will also encounter this kind of crazy Slavs this winter.

And this time there is no headquarters, whoever encounters it at that time, just wait for the end, don't ask him to go to save his life, he really can't help it.

"Afrikanas, please ask yourself, you will definitely meet him this winter, and then it will be up to you!" Luciano said jokingly.

And Africa's face was already pitch black at the moment, he felt that his future was bleak, and the death star was shining on his head.

Could it be that Marche had a grudge against Penilance, and took the opportunity to take revenge on him at this time?
It’s no wonder that Afrikanas made wild guesses. After all, when Penirance was working for the last Roman emperor, his actions were very dark.

It ended up to the point where he was almost isolated by a bunch of brats.

This is also the reason why he is obsessed with giants. In fairy tales, angels pick up friends and make friends, and finally defeat giants. Normally, he is the giant who was beaten up.

So Africanus is like letting giants tear these angels all to pieces.

He has indeed achieved this childhood destiny. Before leading the giant army to kill angels, it was Africa's effort to lead the eighth giant to kill, which can be said to be a type of special attack on angels.

"So, the problem of the Eleventh Legion can't be solved now?" Marche asked Luciano after seeing that the young people were all silent and looking for signs.

"It can't be solved, and there is no way to pass it on. God knows what it will be like in the future. If we separate this time and let Emperor Nero personally train us, maybe it will produce results!"

Luciano said helplessly, if not for this, he would not have been sent out to work as a nanny for this group of young people.

"I think, you are not a nanny, and you have serious problems!" Marche sneered twice.

"Maybe we can break through in the future, as long as we reach the level of the Miracle Legion, the problem will be solved!" Luciano said angrily.

"You are still the Imperial Guard. You have also read the information in Heaven. The Parthian Legion is easier to break through than you, and you also said that there is no way to pass it on. At most, it is stronger than this generation." Marchai Said the same angrily.

Upgraded a Legion of Stable Imperial Guards to the super-elite level, and it was almost able to break through to the three talents, and it was the kind of level that could reach the ceiling of the three talents immediately after the breakthrough.

Luciano is undoubtedly very capable, but if this ability is exchanged for the original stable inheritance, it will not be so wonderful.

Eleven Loyalty relies on the Stable Guards, which has been the mainstay for many years without much ups and downs, but after daring to enter such an era, it is hard to say.

"Yeah, this generation is the most powerful. I originally thought that this path was the same as elite talents. As long as the seniors go far enough, the juniors will be much faster than the seniors when they have a reference. As a result... "Luciano was quite helpless.

If it takes ten years for a veteran under his command to reach the current level, then it will also take ten years for a recruit to reach the level of a veteran after his quality and will meet the standards.

In other words, this road does not have the feeling that the predecessors planted trees and the descendants enjoy the shade. It is completely a kind of feeling that what I spend, the descendants will need to spend.

How to pass it on, or to put it directly, what is the significance of this pass on, and more importantly, while this road is getting harder and harder, the improvement is getting smaller and smaller.

In comparison, Army Soul Corps and even other Eagle Banner Corps are more reliable than Eleven's inheritance.

It may take three years for people to reach the current level from recruits. The road is spacious and smooth, especially in the era when dual talents are easy to come out. It is almost possible to mass-produce reserve corps, and then seek the best from the best.

As for the Eleventh Legion, there can only be one way to go to the dark.

The legion that was originally the most inheritable has suddenly become a one-time legion, and no one can bear it if it is put on anyone.

If it weren't for the fact that this generation is really good at playing, and can still develop three talents, Luciano would have been dismissed long ago.

But the current problem is still not resolved, thinking of this Luciano is almost depressed.

Just like what Marche thought, Luciano himself had many problems, so he was brought out to lead the barbarians to fight. It was a distraction and prepared for the attack on Great Britain later.

"If you can be strong for a while, let's be strong for a while, at least it's not a loss." Marche comforted, Luciano was too miserable, if he continued to mock, it would be a bit inappropriate.

With various emotions in mind, they arrived at the camp, but after arriving.

On the morning of the second day, the winter snow fell down one after another, and Marche and others who arrived at the Don River were a little confused.

Fortunately, the supplies were quite sufficient, and Alnubis hurriedly began to distribute winter clothes to his soldiers, and it was almost noon after tossing the clothes.

"How do you fight? It's about to end before it even starts!" Marchai sighed helplessly.

In a trance, he seemed to see the figure of the Slavs, and this discovery made him quickly raise his vigilance.

"What's the matter, Marche?" Luciano and Marche are quite familiar with each other in the past two years. After all, the two sides often get together, and it is impossible for them to be unfamiliar.

"I suddenly felt something was wrong. It should be the enemy, the Slavs!" Marche said, frowning. It opened a blank, and then a burst of golden light burst.

A legion attack hit the camp directly.

"Okay, it's over for now!" Marche couldn't help but put his hands on his forehead, they didn't even prepare for it, and the war had already started.

This is no longer a simple disadvantage, but a hell start.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you don't want to die, go to the top! The Yuan family dared to take the initiative to attack, this is really the end!" Luciano's face turned dark.

Don't let them be captured and captured as soon as they arrived in this crappy place, that would be a disaster for eight lifetimes.

It's a good idea to relax, but it's about to risk your life when you come here.

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