"Well, you see that even Kerrian, who is more than ten years younger than you, boldly expressed his wish, but what about you? Is it possible that you are more timid than him?"

Maximos said boldly: "Your Highness, being able to fight alongside you is the greatest honor I have won for myself in my life! I want my family to know that I, Ma, from a small mountain village in Anatolia

Simos once followed a Roman Empire royal family and defeated those barbarians on the battlefield!"

Letting their families know that they have defeated the Russian army on the battlefield with a Roman royal family is the last and greatest wish of all dying soldiers, because they want to share their pride and honor with their families.

Seeing fighting alongside a royal family as an arrogant honor, I suddenly discovered a way to better gather the soldiers' will to fight and temporarily pull them out of the pain of marching.

I returned to the resting place, found the company commander and gave them pen, ink and paper. I also revealed that I wanted to send letters of thanks to the homes of all the soldiers who had participated in two battles with me, and asked them to go to the soldiers to ask for them.

The names, addresses and relatives of their soldiers. Soon, some of the rest camps with low morale inevitably became boiling. Many people were so excited that they seemed to be on stimulants. If someone hadn't suppressed them, there would have been thousands of people.

Everyone is cheering in broad daylight.

"Did you hear that?"

"I heard that His Highness the Theofano family is going to send a letter of thanks to our hometown to commend our achievements!"

"When the war is over, no, I can't wait until the war is over. As long as I can find someone, I will make sure that my family keeps that letter and keeps it as a family heirloom!"

"I want my son to see my honor from now on!"

………………….

"What's going on with them? Did you perform some magic? You were so depressed a moment ago, and now you're so excited!" Feletelia said strangely.

"Magic? No, I just gave them the glory they longed for!" There was no need to hide the matter of writing a thank you letter. After telling this to Feletelia, her eyes widened in surprise.

"Just because of a letter? Just because of your gratitude? Without gold, silver, or wealth, just a letter can raise the morale of an army so high? It's incredible!"

At present, the armies of various Western European countries either kidnapped people or recruited gangsters from the streets, and some even raised them directly from prisoners. In their eyes, my thank-you letter is no more valuable than a piece of paper to wipe your butt. But

It's different in Rome. What's better than going home with honor, and what's more convincing than saying it with your own mouth?

My letter of thanks exaggerated their achievements in a disguised way, using words to embellish and praise them. Not only that, my letter was also equivalent to an official and authoritative certification, another mouth that others would not question at all.

So just a letter of thanks boosted their morale, and it worked for someone who admitted that he was a proud Roman. This was not a big surprise, but knowing the status of the Theofano family in the hearts of the soldiers

This was something I didn't expect. But no matter what, it was a good thing that it greatly improved the morale of the soldiers and gave them the reason and will to continue.

That night, we continued to march. This time, when it was time to rest and count the number of people in the early morning of the next day, I heard the good news that not a single Roman was left behind.

However, troubles come one after another!

That evening, we were getting ready to hit the road, but Philetlia, a literary young woman, lingered and refused to leave the resting place.

Assassin went to Feletelia's place, and later she called me over with a snickering smile.

Outside the tent, I said impatiently: "We are ready to leave, do you want to stay and keep company with the Russians?"

"I'm sick, give me some time!" Feletelia opened the tent and stuck out her head, looking very unhappy.

I frowned and said, "Are you sick? I'll call the military doctor."

Feletelia shook her head desperately: "We can't let the military doctor come over!"

"I'm not a doctor, and you didn't let the military doctor come over. What on earth are you doing? Delaying time?" I was already impatient.

"You're just stalling for time!" Feletelia's expression changed again and again, "Okay, I'll let you in, but after you come in, you're not allowed to tell anyone what you see!!!"

Why is it so mysterious?

As soon as Filetlia opened the small slit in the tent curtain, I got in, and the next second I smelled the smell of blood. When I lowered my head, I saw that the thighs of her white Western-style tights were covered in blood!!!

I was so frightened on the spot that I almost lost my mind!

I've always heard that German girls have a lot of taste, and today I saw her and she definitely lives up to her reputation! Where was this girl performing? She was so lonely in the tent, playing a game of self-poke, and she accidentally stabbed herself with too much force.

Bleeding is coming! By the way, why is this amazing scene similar to stuffing a bullet in an anus without causing it out, staged here!!!

I moved my eyes again and saw that there was a wooden barrel in the tent. There was a lot of blood in the barrel, and the bleeding was a bit too much.

It’s so unbelievable, my brain is a bit weak: “Stop the bleeding first, if it continues like this, you will die. By the way, remember to use cucumber next time! That thing has been put into practice by the masses, and everyone said it is very useful.

"

"What are cucumbers good for? Hurry up and get me some! The more the better!" As soon as Filetlia opened her mouth, I almost fainted. It was so terrifying, being with this German literary youth.

, my heart can’t bear it at all! How damaged it is, and I’m still thinking about cucumbers! And the more, the better!

I shudder when I think of several cucumbers being stuffed into a certain part with bloody results, and the German female literary youth laughed and it turned out to be useful!

"Quick, don't be in a daze, find me some cucumbers!" Feletelia covered her belly, biting her wrist in pain, tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, "This bastard thing, it's okay to come here once a month.

, why does it hurt so much this time!!!”

Once a month... When I heard this, I almost burst out with blood. I bet I misunderstood!

Sighing, I looked at her uncomfortable look and said, "I'd better go find a military doctor for you."

"No!" My hand was grabbed by her, "Now that you know it, forget it, but I am a man! I can't let other people know about this!"

I looked at this mentally disturbed female literary youth with a blank expression on my head: "Have you ever seen a man who bleeds like this and still doesn't die?"

"Since you haven't seen it, you have seen it today!"

"You are a woman..."

"I'm a man!"

I asked, "Okay, don't worry about these details, but we will be leaving soon, and I can't stop marching just because you can't walk!"

Feletelia held her neck high and said: "It's not my first time on the battlefield, I will figure it out myself! Give me some time! I just need a little time!"

Seeing Feletelia holding her stomach and tiringly packing the tent, I sighed: "I'll help you."

It was going well, but at this moment, the female literary youth suddenly became angry: "Who wants your help? I want you to come here just to tell you that I may need a little more time! Where can you cool down and where can you stay!"

Feletelia's anger was inexplicable, and her character was unexpectedly stubborn and liked to show off. Before nightfall, she packed up all her things and changed into a pair of dark pants. Just by the moonlight, I

I found that her face was very pale, and her forehead was covered with sweat, as if she had just given birth to a child. As a foreign prince, she had a horse, and she usually rode with me, but this time, she led the horse slowly

She was walking behind. I kept paying attention to her. She quickly started to hold her stomach while walking and started to fall behind slowly. After about an hour or two, she couldn't walk anymore. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I left.

After that, in the quiet darkness, I heard her suppressed sobs.

I stretched out my hand to help her, but she shook it off again: "Go away, leave me alone!"

I really don’t understand this woman. She said she hated war, but she took the initiative to apply to join our camp. She said she didn’t hate it, but she repeatedly revealed that she hated war. What’s even more contradictory is that she took the initiative to apply.

She came to my plundering team to witness the cruelest scene on the battlefield. I don’t know what she wanted to do by coming to the war. Did she really come here to suffer to avoid Hans? I guess part of the reason was

, but only ghosts believe that is the whole reason.

"I'm fine! I can walk on my own, I'm a man! I'm a man!! Frederick, you are a man!!!"

This girl really has a lot of character.

But, the person who can twist this girl’s outlook on life has more personality!

"Really." I couldn't stand it any longer. I didn't care about her. I walked over, took her legs, then hugged her waist, and picked up the female literary youth, one foot deep.

Walking lightly on the snowy road.

"What are you doing, put me down?"

"I can't let you die here, it will trigger a diplomatic crisis. Bear with me, I'll find you a carriage." Damn it, it's pitch dark, I can't see where the carriage team is.

"Don't pity me!" Feletelia struggled.

"If you move again, believe it or not, I will touch your butt." I threatened with a sneer.

The female literary youth was still restless: "Asshole! Pervert! Villain!"

"You're welcome."

"Scum! Scum! Devil in human skin!"

"Shut up!" I yelled at the female literary youth fiercely, "Come on, she calmed down."

Philetelia was thrown onto the carriage, and the whole world became peaceful. But within a few days, before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, it was Assassin's turn.

However, Assassin, whose lower body pantaloons were increasingly covered with bloodstains, had vowed beforehand: "It doesn't matter, we sometimes encounter this phenomenon when we go on missions. In order to ensure that His Highness is not hindered, I have made preparations!"

How did a female assassin in the 18th century deal with a visit from her aunt? I have to see this!

Before Assassin marched, she took out her magic weapon. I studied it carefully under the moonlight and almost went blind: "Is this opium?"

"Yes. Although the poppy processed items imported from India were banned for a period of time in the past, they are now a must-have medicine within our organization." Assassin told me calmly, looking at the ball in her hand.

Things are [drugs].

Does opium have a special effect on suppressing aunties?

I asked: "How to use it? Apply it?"

"Suck it, and the medicine will take effect quickly and suppress the pain."

"Bring the medicine." I stretched out my hand and ordered.

Assassin did as he was told. I took the medicine, threw it to the ground, and stepped on it.

Assassin and Feletelia immediately changed their expressions. Feletelia came out and said angrily: "You know what you are doing, bastard! How could you do this!"
To be continued...