"What's going on? What's going on? They, they actually retreated." Andrew and the soldiers ran to the shore, looking at the Saxon Dragon-headed warship gradually disappeared into the jungle.

With them not only the joy and ease of surviving the disaster, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. At least today's battle, death has no chance of them. But more of it was doubt, that is, in their hearts, this was not like the usual Saxon style, unless they were exhausted and they would stop without the battle, but they would never surrender faster than the enemy.

"But why? They are here and running away in front of us." Andrew was puzzled in his heart. After a long time, he remembered a long horn in the place where the Saxons were far away.

"The sound of the horn, this horn is the horn of the Romans!" Andrew, who had been in the army for many years, was very familiar with such horn sounds. Of course, he also understood why the Saxons had just fled in a hurry.

"Andrew, Andrew!"

At this time, Luca and his men came hurriedly. He asked Andrew in surprise, "Why, the Saxon attack has also stopped here?"

"Yes, general, yes, it's the Romans, our reinforcements have arrived!" Andrew turned around and said with a smile at Luga.

"I hope this is the case," Luga said, wiped away the blood from his face, looked at the river, and continued, "Whether it is Berialiu or other people who cannot think of it, since they are all Romans, they naturally have to put the etiquette in place."

After a while, a huge ornate Roman warship appeared in the direction where the Saxons fled in a hurry. The warships were sailing forward slowly, one after another, and a total of more than fifty Roman warships appeared on the rivers of the Thames.

"Berialiu?" Luga thought silently in his heart, watching the Roman warships get closer and closer. But when the distance is closer, he can see clearly because the warships are too far from the fleet where Beerialiu is located. It can be said that one is in the sky and the other is underground.

The warship landed, and the wooden stairs slowly lowered the busyness of the sailors on the ship. The first person to get off the ship was a soldier holding a flag. He wore an iron helmet and brass breastplate, and held it carefully with his hands. The flag was hung with a cloth red Rablan flag, and the flag was covered with gold flowers.

"Phain Orchid." Andrew whispered behind Luga.

"What did you say?" Luga turned around and looked at Andrew in confusion. Andrew cleared his throat, and then said: "It can be seen from the flag that this is the Phalaenopsis, the second fleet of Rome, the only remaining maritime power of the empire. But I didn't expect that they would no longer appear here near Italy, which really makes people wonder what their motive is?"

Hearing this, Luca smiled and saw him continue, "Since they are all Romans, they are all our allies. At least their appearance drove us away the Saxons attacking from the river." Luca picked up the cloak behind him, wiped his bloody hands, and walked forward with Andrew's follow.

I saw that afterwards a Roman with a somewhat exaggerated decoration, he was wearing a purple cloak and an exquisite helmet carved with iron and brass. The vertical horse tiara on it was not made of animal hair, but was an indescribable bird feather.

He walked off the warship slowly, stepped on the ground, raised his head, and Luka could see his clean-shaved chin clearly.

"What an arrogant guy." Luka thought so, but he couldn't show it on his face. He looked down at his body, because just after he retreated from the battlefield, his armor and the wolf-skin shawl on his shoulders were covered with Saxon blood. This made Luka look very dirty, but it was inevitable.

"Welcome, my Roman friend." Luca smiled and reached out to the gorgeously decorated officer in front of him.

The officer did not look at him first, but glanced around among the soldiers behind Luka. He felt that Luka's outfit was more like an officer and then looked at Luka. Of course, his expression was strange, as if he did not expect to shake hands with Luka. But Luka stretched out his hand so friendly that he had to act reluctantly to make an agreement.

"Oh, yes, of course!" The officer hesitated for a moment. He had made a mental struggle and reached out to fight Lu Jia. This behavior was like a flash of time and he let go in the blink of an eye.

The officer's face was full of kind smiles, but this smile was a little unnatural, so he hurriedly carried it over with his hand holding Lu Jia. Lu Jia guessed that it must be wiping the filth he felt.

"I am Flavis Luga, the commander of this army." Luga smiled and introduced himself to the officer.

"Lujia." The officer silently recited Lujia's name, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face. It might be regretting the rudeness just now, but the expression quickly disappeared on his smiling face. It seemed that his sophistication and expression seemed to feel that this did not make him let go of the pride in his heart, and in the end his pride won.

He raised his head slightly, and said slowly towards Luga, "Medes Sergius, the commander of the Second Phalaenopsis Fleet, is very honored. This is probably God's guidance, to let us come here in time and relieve your dangers. It seems that we have done it."

After saying that, he turned around and pointed to the direction where the Saxon warships on the Thames, and said to Luga, "These beasts that eat raw and drink blood have gone from here. They disappeared from my sight to reach, leaving only ripples on the water to prove that they have been here. When they saw me panic like a turtle dove met an eagle. They bleed and went all the way, the blood almost dyed the ocean that I could see. I came here with the glory of God and Augustus, not for killing or saving, of course, I did not come empty-handed."

As he said that, Sergius took out a gold cross from his arms, and a rope was tied to it, and the rope was wrapped around a rolled parchment. Sergius handed the cross and parchment in his hand to Luga's hand, and opened his mouth and said, "Please read, hold, read!"

It was such a strange move. Lujia looked puzzled, but he still took the cross and the parchment. It seemed that he had followed Sergius tightly for a long time. He held it in his hand. Lujia could clearly feel Sergius's temperature.
Chapter completed!