Chapter 990: The Iron Giant and the Iron Pagoda
Africanus, Perennis's biological son, originally didn't want to get involved in political matters at all, so he would never want to be the commander of the Eighth Legion.
But when Penilence found him personally and had a long talk with him all night, he had to attend as the new commander of the Eighth Eagle Flag Legion.
The struggle for imperial power leaves no room for error, and Africanus cannot escape it.
However, after taking over the Eighth Legion, he had no intention of giving up. He finally had a legion with such a good foundation as the Eighth Eagle Flag. He could finally give a try to the giant legion that he had always imagined.
To be honest, the average quality of his previous subordinates was not up to standard. Even if it was considered good, it was far from the Eagle Flag Legion standing at the pinnacle of Rome.
After getting the eagle flag badge, he immediately used Penelence to mobilize the Roman guardians to attack together, and then directly and forcibly modified the effect of the eagle flag.
He changed the anchoring on the past into anchoring on fantasy, and changed the Eighth Eagle Flag into something very personal.
This was originally against the rules, but Africanus completed the change with the support of Severus.
Nothing, just to make sure that the Eighth completely draws a line between himself and Augustus.
After the Eighth Eagle Flag was transformed in Africanus' hands, Africanus was very satisfied. Other people's things are not as useful as his own.
This is something he realized a long time ago.
"You welcome me so warmly just because I arrived?" Africanus' eyes twitched. When the scouts appeared, he felt something was wrong.
There were only some scouts on the opposite side before, which was normal. After all, it would be strange if there were no scouts scattered around on such a large battlefield. But you directly pushed your legion forward. You want to attack me, right?
"General, there is a Parthian army ahead. According to estimation, it should be the newly promoted Iron Pagoda of the Three Talents Army!"
Africanus felt even more distressed upon hearing this. It was already a consensus in Rome that none of the three gifted legions was easy to deal with.
Even though Africanus is gifted, he still has to be serious when facing a player with three talents.
In fact, Africanus' attitude was problematic. His legion was in its infancy and the modifications had not yet been fully perfected, so he could not fight head-on.
But Africanus did not think so. After all, he had just fought with his own father and received high praise and affirmation from Severus. He was in high spirits.
Since I'm so awesome, even if you have three talents, you have to give me some face. But I didn't expect Jin Wushu to directly put the legion in his face.
Now Africanus realized that he had no face at all in the eyes of his opponents.
"General, what should we do next? Fight or not?" Africanus' old subordinates looked at their legion commander as if he were a fool.
I've gone too far and there's no way to end this.
"What else can we do? We are infantry. How can we outrun the cavalry?" Africanus' face turned black. "Send a signal for help. Today's battle is not easy."
Africanus was a little bit unconvinced. He felt that if his legion was perfected, it would be no less powerful than the armored cavalry in front of him with three talents.
But the problem is that his current legion is not complete and there are a series of problems. If he really starts taking action, he has no confidence at all.
However, when he came here, he still had the necessary information. He knew that there should , so he chose to ask for help without hesitation.
"Brother over there, please give me some face. I'm just passing by. Let me pass!" As soon as Africanus opened his mouth, it was clear that he was an old scoundrel. He had no moral integrity at all and did not regard Jin Wushu as a Parthian at all.
He really didn't want to fight, so he just tried to get away with it, lowering his head temporarily, and smiled, saying that he would be the winner in the end.
"Haha, since you are so sensible, why don't you go back the same way?" Jin Wushu sneered. If others don't say anything, you think they are fools, right?
Think about it, was there so much nonsense when the Huns and the Han army met?
No!
The fact that you talk so much nonsense just shows that you know you are not strong enough, but you still come to the battlefield to join in the fun even though you are not strong enough. Today we are going to fight against idiots like you.
You don't have enough strength, yet you dare to dress so flashily on the battlefield. You are looking for death, aren't you?
"Give me some face!" Africanus didn't really want to fight, but he also knew that he had to show his strength to make Jin Wushu consider him.
His aura began to rise, and the momentum of the soldiers behind him was mobilized, and then they pressed directly towards Jin Wushu.
Jin Wushu sneered and used the same tactics, condensing his aura into that of a vicious wolf and colliding directly with Africanus's aura.
The land between the two armies was blown away at the moment of the collision, and fine soil was scattered all over the ground.
"Looking for death!" Africanus restrained his smile, picked up the eagle flag and waved it, and the tiny starlight bloomed all over, and his subordinates naturally picked up javelins and threw them out.
After a wave of spears, the soldiers of the Eighth Eagle Flag all picked up their long-handled maces. As backup blood packs for the first auxiliary known for their strength, their main focus was strength.
Without any hesitation, they roared, picked up their weapons and charged towards Jin Wushu.
The distance between them must be shortened, and there must be no time for the opposing cavalry to launch a charge.
Jin Wushu also threw out his javelin in the same way, and then rushed directly towards the opposite side.
What a joke, Parthia and Rome were blood enemies, and when they met on the battlefield, they were already enemies.
Give way? Surrender? They all have bad intentions. The best way is to start the film directly.
The Eighth Eagle Flag's legion talent has only one effect, which is to activate the metal elements in the body, force it to transform into a giant, and push its quality to the limit. Otherwise, the Eighth Eagle Flag would not have been able to reach the level of the Royal Guards based on its basic qualities.
Originally, their talent was not this, but Africanus believed that a real man should speak with his fists. What’s the use of those fancy special effects? In the end, the deciding factor is not quality.
Even if it does not become a giant, it will greatly enhance the quality.
However, on the first day of the fight, the soldiers of the Eighth Eagle Flag fell into a passive position. Even though they had excellent qualities, they were still using long-handled hammers.
However, there is still a considerable gap between infantry and cavalry . The natural restraint of the two types of troops is there, and the iron-headed soldiers sitting on the horses are at an absolute advantage.
"Let those barbarians who followed us on the road infiltrate from both sides and disrupt their rear row!" Africanus looked calm. He expected to be at a disadvantage on the battlefield.
Heavy infantry can restrain cavalry, but it can also be divided into different types of cavalry. Heavy infantry and heavy cavalry are at a disadvantage.
Besides, the opponent has three talents, which means he is at a higher level, so the disadvantage was expected.
So he did not hesitate to send out the barbarians to increase his chances of winning. As an Eagle Flag Legion, even if it was the unknown Eighth Eagle Flag, there were countless barbarians who were willing to pay out of their own pockets to form a legion and follow it.
This is the value of the Eagle Flag Legion. They did not deliberately recruit people along the way, but many barbarians still followed them. This is the time to take advantage of them.
Africanus did not dare to divide his troops. Only by forming his headquarters into a fist could he have the confidence to face the suppression of the Iron Pagoda. After all, there was a gap between the three talents and the Royal Guards.
"General, this is not going to be easy. The opponent's quality is not inferior to ours at all, and their skills seem to be even better?"
After a quarter of an hour of fighting on the front battlefield, the soldiers of the Eighth Eagle Flag felt something strange. It seemed that they really could not win.
The Iron Pagoda, which inherited the Huns' heritage, naturally retained the ability that the Huns' guards were most proud of, that is, diverse skills.
Even though they don't have the original abilities, the training methods and key points of these skills have been passed down. As a top-level legion, Iron Pagoda naturally has some knowledge of them.
Moreover, what the armored cavalry fear most is powerful attacks, so the Iron Pagoda has trained a lot of techniques to deal with powerful opponents.
"Excuse me, give me the eagle flag. I will carry it myself from now on. I am ready to fight with my life. The opponent seems to be planning to kill him. Avoid a fight to the death and focus on delaying time!"
Africanus was a little solemn. He keenly noticed that the opponent's momentum was beginning to gather, and they were about to use a big move.
After all, he was born into a family of generals. Even though the Roman military system was different from that of the Han Dynasty, he still learned basically everything he needed to learn.
"Be prepared to fight to the death!" Africanus took a deep breath. Even though it was not yet perfect, he had to use it now.
The eagle flag in his hand burst out with brilliant light. Unlike the previous ones, this time, under the light, the bodies of the soldiers of the eighth eagle flag began to suddenly swell.
The situation turned around, and a huge hole appeared in the sky above the Eighth Eagle Flag.
The surrounding heaven and earth essence began to be fully stimulated. Unlike the Sixth Triumph, the Eighth Eagle Flag of Africanus completely went down the road of quality.
The soldier, who was originally 1.78 meters tall, quickly grew taller, his muscles began to swell, and his originally flesh-colored skin was quickly covered with a layer of metal shell.
The complete form of the eighth eagle flag - Iron Giant!
Africanus had long realized that there was power hidden in the most subtle parts of the bodies of Roman citizens, and that if it could be successfully stimulated, their own strength, defense, and other aspects would be greatly improved.
Incidentally, it is also for this reason that Africanus is a serious class advocate - true citizens have latent power, even if they fail to stimulate it, but they at least have such qualifications, while barbarians do not have such qualifications.
No matter what, the defense of metal is stronger than the human body. If metal has all the characteristics of a living organism, then in terms of strength and defense, it will definitely be far superior to carbon-based ones.
This is what Africanus calls the pure blood power of citizens, but only Africanus himself, through extensive research and extensive verification, can successfully activate the hidden power.
As for ordinary soldiers, it is impossible for them to be activated because of their insufficient physical fitness and energy. Moreover, after being activated, they will directly poison themselves to death due to lack of control. In short, Africanus's idea has always remained a concept.
This was a perfect match with his dream of becoming a giant, and he devoted himself to this thing until he took over the Eagle Flag and anchored his fantasy. Only then could he use the Eagle Flag to guide out this power.
They really turned into giants, growing rapidly from about 1.78 meters to about 2.56 meters tall. Their bodies were still so well-proportioned, but the silver-gray skin and thick muscles exposed through the gaps in the chain mail were enough to show how much these people had changed.
The strength has almost doubled, the metalized cells provide a formidable defense that is enough to withstand a lance strike, and the two-and-a-half-meter height makes the long-handled mace a handy weapon.
"Die!" He shook the hammer in his hand. Compared with the long-handled hammer that was a little uncomfortable to hold in the normal posture, it now fits very well in his hand.
Jin Wushu looked at the giants who had changed drastically and sneered.
I didn't expect to meet someone in the same industry, but just by looking at it I knew it was not perfect enough.
You are quite capable, but if this is your trump card, then today you can just wait for those winged birdmen to collect your bodies.
"kill!"
Thick blood energy began to erupt from the tip of Jin Wushu's spear, and all the Iron Pagoda soldiers were suddenly shrouded in a blood-red state.
Immediately afterwards, the heavy armor they were wearing began to condense in the blood and merge into the body. They also turned into a form similar to that of iron men, with the color of metal exuding on their body surface.
There were even sharp iron blades around the warhorse. The true state of the Iron Pagoda was also the true form that killed tens of thousands of people in the previous round of charge.
No grass grows wherever he passes.
This was a mature technology discovered by the Huns long ago, but due to the limited resources at the time, they were unable to form such a legion.
For the Huns, the three talents were not as important as the military spirit, so the construction of this legion was indefinitely shelved.
It was not until they arrived in the Parthian Empire and had abundant supplies that Jin Wushu thought of recreating this legion.
Facts have proved that it is indeed very powerful, but it is a pity that the Huns at that time did not have enough time and energy to develop this legion.
Africanus' face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He originally thought that his dream of becoming a giant was exclusive and that only citizens and nobles were worthy of becoming his soldiers.
As a result, in the first battle when I went out, I met a colleague in the same profession. The opponent had three talents and had gone further than me.
Even though the two have different focuses, it is obvious that the opponent is more aggressive.
This feeling of being suppressed and beaten was like mocking Africanus and telling him that he was the fake.
When similar legions meet, naturally the weaker one will be the fake one, and now the weak one is Africanus.
Africanus felt a sense of regret in his heart. He shouldn't be so arrogant. He should have trained the legion well before going to the battlefield.
Now even if I want to leave, I can't fall.
After the opponents absorbed the armor, they almost became cavalry. Even if they now have long legs, they can never outrun the four legs of the opponents.
We can only hold on and wait for reinforcements.
