My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Take a pheasant that was slaughtered nearby, clean it, cut it into pieces, add pepper, lovage roots, a small amount of caraway seeds, gravy, and marinate in wine.

After frying, put it into a flat earthenware plate, put the seasoning on the chicken, pour in wine and soak for an appropriate time to allow the flavor of the seasoning to blend and penetrate into the chicken. Sprinkle in pepper and serve.

So the fragrant Parthian style chicken is completed.

"So, is this the reason why you secretly ate delicious food in the camp without telling me about it?"

The dull hair on Nero's head swayed, and under Shuo Yue's distressed eyes, she grabbed another chicken leg and took a bite. The aroma suddenly hit her nostrils, and the tender and juicy taste immediately made her narrow her eyes with satisfaction, and a look on her face revel.

"Um, it's actually so delicious. I misjudged you, Governor!"

As he spoke, Nero ate and wiped the "tribute" that Shuo Yue had bribed without hesitation, then put down the empty plate and looked up and down at the white-haired young man squatting in the corner with curious eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Distressed, depressed, sad, autistic."

That was the material he had racked his brains and mobilized the strength of all the officers to gather! It is a dream dish that is technically ahead of its time by more than a thousand years!

As a result, except for the chicken legs that I ate in advance, everything else was gone like a torrential river...

Damn it, I didn’t expect someone in the camp to barge in without saying hello!

While Shuo Yue lamented that "a wise man will always make a mistake", he silently reflected on his mistake of being lazy and only setting up isolation magic and not defensive magic.

Next time, just adjust the damage of defensive magic to lethal (yandering face)...

"Boom, boom!" Nero's poor brain capacity was destined to be unable to understand the governor's sadness. She just nodded proudly and patted his shoulder with her shiny little hand, "If the governor hadn't been carrying the expedition to Pisa, Mission, Yu Du wants to tie you back to the palace and cook for me all your life."

"Only let me go, Your Majesty." Silently remembering this revenge, Shuo Yue broke away from the decadent otaku state and became the resourceful commander again, "That's enough gossip, Your Majesty, such a sudden incident Why did you come here to find me?"

"Well, I almost forgot about the real thing!" Nero finally reacted, "Governor, the thing is like this..."

Just as she was about to speak, a prompt came from the door of the camp.

It was the simple magic doorbell set up by Shuo Yue that rang.

The white-haired young man waved his hand, and the door curtain opened. Ethel and Rosario, who were fully armed, rushed in and reported loudly in unison:

"My lord...and your majesty! The enemy has appeared!"

enemy? !

Nero was startled and was about to speak when he heard the people around him ask without surprise:

"Number of people?"

"one person!"

"Understood, gather all the soldiers and get ready for the battle." Shuo Yue said as she took off the red robe hanging on the chair, put it on her body, and walked towards the outside of the camp.

If the battle drags on until night, the red robe symbolizing the governor will allow the soldiers to see the position of Shuo Yue, so they can better obey the orders.

Halfway through, Shuo Yue finally realized that there was an emperor beside him who should be treated with respect, and turned around helplessly: "Your Majesty..."

"Needless to say!" Nero immediately understood Shuo Yue's meaning and patted his chest with a generous look. "Yu is ready to go to the battlefield. I believe that as long as Yu cheers for them, the soldiers will sacrifice their lives and forget about it." Die, those who are fighting on the front line!"

Yes, I will definitely stay away from you...because compared to the enemy, your singing is indeed more deadly.

Rosario and Ethel, including Shuo Yue, all trembled, obviously recalling some bad memories.

"Besides, I actually want you to stay in the tent." Shuo Yue sighed tiredly.

Tired, destroy it.

"Your Majesty is a daughter of a daughter. Now that the war is about to begin, she will not be subject to military orders abroad, so I'm sorry - soldier, hold her down and don't let her leave the camp even one step!"

"Yes!" The former Guardsmen and Shuo Yue's confidants, including Ethel, swarmed up and held up Nero, who was struggling desperately.

"Why is this like this! Wait... let go, Governor! Yu is the emperor!"

Amidst Nero's shouting, Shuo Yue walked out of the camp with refreshing steps.

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outside the tent

Because of the instructions given in advance, none of the soldiers took off their equipment. Therefore, the moment the horn sounded, Shuo Yue's soldiers were ready to go and lined up neatly in front of the camp.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the surrendered soldiers and prisoners were a step slower and fell behind the soldiers.

All of this was seen by Shuo Yue. His blood-colored pupils flashed slightly. He didn't say anything more, but stood on the high platform and looked into the distance.

It was a man wearing gorgeous golden armor and a bloody cloak. He had purple hair stained black by blood and an overly ferocious face. It seemed that he was aware of Shuo Yue's gaze. The man in the field suddenly raised his head——

Two pairs of eyes that looked like they were stained by blood looked at each other across the distance. It didn't take long for the mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood contained in Shuo Yue's eyes to easily overwhelm the resentment the man carried for slaughtering the legion.

As if he sensed that his momentum was being suppressed, the man roared, but the gorgeously dressed man was running like a wild beast, his speed was no less than that of a light cavalry riding a galloping horse.

"...Where are the soldiers who were rescued?"

Roserio served beside Shuo Yue and respectfully replied: "They have been integrated into the legion. Because of the advance warning, they did not say anything to demoralize them."

"Well done." Shuo Yue turned her head slightly and looked at the soldiers behind her.

Even though Caligula's terror was unknown to them, the brutal gesture of the man running wildly still made the soldiers aware of some terror.

This cannot go on.

Thinking like this, the black black bird flag appeared again in Shuo Yue's hand, but it quickly dissipated. The white-haired young man let out an explicit sneer and grabbed the golden-red flag symbolizing Rome from Rosario:

"All centurions under the commander of the first legion come out!"

The commander's unshakable order boosted morale. The 400 people who were divided into the first legion by Shuo Yue responded loudly. The moment they took a step, their bodies were filled with blood that seemed to be real.

"Open the city gates and welcome the evil guests on the plain!" The red-robed commander held up the banner and calmly fixed his gaze on the berserker who had already made it halfway through the journey.

"The commander of the Second Army belongs to him. He enters and exits through the side door and stands guard on the flanks, waiting for orders."

"The archers, slingers, and crossbowmen of the third legion walked up the city wall. The rest, including the soldiers who were incorporated into the legion, went to the quartermaster's office to collect tools."

In an instant, except for the fourth legion who stayed behind, all the other soldiers took action and rushed towards their respective targets like a torrent.

The captives who were deliberately omitted and "forgiven" by Nero himself stayed where they were uneasily, and found that Shuo Yue had already looked at them at some point.

There was no trace of emotion in the blood-colored pupils:

"You guys, let me see your loyalty."

A moment later, a small group of troops who were also neatly dressed stepped out from the main entrance, and under the stern orders of the centurions, they ran towards Caligula, who was surrounded.