Upon hearing this, Tacito immediately got on his horse and went to inform Sulinalari that all Roman masters knew that Sulinalari wanted to fight the Son of God. What's more, the Son of God led the team, and they must go here.
Sulinalali, everyone else who goes there is simply seeking death!
"Son of the God! I was wondering why there were no reinforcements when the Son of the God came, but I didn't expect that this legion was actually the legion of the Son of the God." Camillo stared at the side of Zhao Yun's face on the holographic map with a look of realization.
"The Han Dynasty is different from ours. They also use strong men to command, but behind their strong men there are wise men to serve as advisors. It's actually quite similar to ours," Benito said casually.
One sentence.
"I don't think it's important. What's important is that you quickly calculate the distance. This legion is so fast. Be careful that they have already entered the shooting range while we are talking." Taqito said casually.
Benito felt that it made sense, and naturally zoomed out. However, at the moment of zooming out, Benito suddenly realized that something was wrong. Some kind of silver-blue glow actually erupted from the opponent's body, and he even stabbed the sky.
A sudden radiance appeared.
The glow grew bigger and bigger, and then the map created by Benito's manipulation of light and shadow suddenly disappeared. Benito was stunned.
"Is this a discovery?" Tachito looked at Benito in shock and asked, the first time he encountered this situation in so many years.
"..." Benito looked at Tachito speechlessly, then quickly adjusted his mental talent, formed a new light and shadow operation again, and then quickly calculated the position, distance and angle.
"Hey, hey, can you do it? I guess the opponent has already entered the horizon before you can calculate the distance and angle." Alessandro complained helplessly, what the hell is this.
"Just shoot the arrow. Benito, you quickly locate the white horse. We will roughly estimate and let Alessandro shoot the arrow." Camillo said speechlessly, holding his forehead.
"That's right, your arrow rain can usually deviate by several miles. The hit rate depends entirely on feeling. It seems that there will be no such thing as being evaded." Benito heard this while calculating the angular distance and responded. At this time
He has located the White Horse again, and it's not far from here.
Of course, this is for the White Horse. For other short-legged troops, it takes about half a day. For the White Horse, it is only a few minutes away.
Zhao Yun on the other side was a little upset. Just now he inexplicably found someone peeping at him. After launching a blow based on his feeling, the feeling of peeping suddenly disappeared, but Zhao Yun also suddenly became alert because of this subtle difference.
Just because he was on guard, Zhao Yun once again felt a subtle sense of peeping after a while. This made Zhao Yun very irritated, and he naturally began to gather his inner energy to prepare for an attack.
"Fire the arrow, fire the arrow, fire the arrow quickly, this guy is about to kill him!" Before Benito calculated the data, Camillo was already anxious. Anyway, Alessandro's bow and arrow deviations were according to the instructions.
It’s all about calculation, whether you can hit it or not depends entirely on your face, so Camillo immediately urged.
Alessandro glanced at Camillo. Although he felt a little uncomfortable being ordered by the other party, he thought about it and ordered the arrow to be fired. A series of explosions appeared again.
At the same time, Camillo turned to Benito and asked, "Benito, I heard that you replaced all your soldiers with cavalry and painted the horses white?"
"Oh, my intuition tells me that if the horse is painted white and uses the speed talent, it should be able to run faster. Sulinalari is here. I will block the opposite side first. With such a fast speed, no matter it is
If anything hits you, you'll probably die. This legion should be considered the most vulnerable of the three talents." Benito said with a smile, getting ready to play.
"Don't underestimate it. Even you must be mentally prepared. Fortunately, you only need to hold them back for a while, and we will take care of the rest." Camillo patted his chest to confirm, "Although this speed means that
It means danger, but it also means strength."
"I'm not that good. With such a rapid speed, if I swing a sword, it would probably be difficult for even your level to withstand it." Benito smiled and said, "But it's a pity. I have really elite cavalry.
That’s more than 1,500 people.”
While Benito was speaking, a large group of light cavalry riding white horses, wearing light leather armor, wearing short bows and sabers, and having proper white horse retinue equipment came rushing behind him.
"Uh, Benito, why do you have to paint the war horse white?" After getting Sulinalari over, Tachito, who had just arrived, looked at the horse with its hooves painted white, and his cheeks twitched.
Although Tachito had heard people say that Benito was painting horses a few days ago, this was the only time he saw the white horse actually painted and posed.
Camillo and Alessandro were holding their foreheads with their left hands, looking embarrassed. They always felt that it was embarrassing to do so, and whitewashing them would not improve the battle.
"Again, I'm warning you, this talent has an idealistic side. Pure white horses will increase speed. Of course, whitening them will also have an effect, but I estimate that if a pure white army can be formed, there will probably be other hidden effects.
." Benito said with a hint of resentment.
"This statement..." Camillo, Tacito, and Alessandro couldn't help but look up at the sky. Why do they feel so much like the monsters of the Julius family?
The Julius family in Rome was a strange family. Either as it is now, it has basically no sense of existence after a generation, or there are even figures like Caesar and Antony who are called near gods, or directly at the level of divine kings.
The most obvious thing about this family is that either their generation are all useless, holding the legion and acting as commanders like other legion commanders, or there are people in this generation who are cheating, and the legion is made with a strong personal style.
.
Just like the Fifth Skylark, this is Caesar's cauldron, the Third is the same, the Twelfth, and the Thirteenth are also the same. These legions obviously have the style of Caesar's hand pumping. It feels like the thing I made is like the Dark One.
Just like the fireflies in it, so eclectic.
As for the Fourteenth, let alone that. Nero dismantled Caesar's Fourteenth Legion and recreated it on the original basis. It exudes the tyrant's psychotic obsession with blood and beauty inside and out.
and the pursuit of all things in the world.
"Don't you think it's similar?" Benito felt deeply and asked with a smile.
"It does look a bit like it. Their legion has the obvious traces of a general." Camillo nodded and said.
"The elite talents obtained from the Han army have obvious personal traces." Benito said slowly, while Camillo and others were silent.
Although they don't like this kind of mark, they have to admit that the general who can make the legion bear his own marks is either a monster or has certain qualities.
In the same way, this kind of legion is also stronger than other legions. It can basically become the top legion among dual talents or even the elite legion with three talents. The legion itself has very strong personal traces.
This kind of trace can be simply recognized as a kind of will, and in this world, a will strong enough to leave personal traces on the legion for hundreds of years is actually enough to give birth to new power.
It may not be too strong, but on the basis of dual talents, it can be slightly enhanced, even by 5%, which is enough to widen the gap. This is what Zhao Yun's white horse general will say to his former loyalist after he whitewashes his war horse.
There are important reasons for deeper understanding.
After all, no matter what, Zhao Yun Baima and Gongsun Baima are of the same origin.
"That's it." Camillo said no more, "I'll leave it to you. Let's cut off his escape route. There are only a thousand people there, so you can block it."
"No problem, I will burn one of their talents later and fight them with the decathlon." Benito smiled, mounted his horse, stepped on his short bow and rushed towards the outside of the camp, and his speed also changed with Benito's acceleration.
Going faster and faster, this is the real and most original white horse with great speed.
"By the way, is the short bow that Benito is holding useful? At such a high speed, it is difficult to aim the bow and arrow. On the other hand, if you use the arrow from the front, although you will not be chased by yourself, it will not be easy to react.
Camillo said with a frown.
Benito, who had already gone far away as he spoke, suddenly drew the light short bow and shot forward. He heard a sharp whistle, and the light arrow flew hundreds of steps almost instantly with the sharp whistle.
"I can't control this kind of arrow at all." Benito said with a wry smile. This is an ability he developed after possessing the talent of divine speed and trying his best to master the divine speed to the extreme that his subordinates can master. Or should not be said to be developed.
, but should be said to be restoration.
This is the ability of Gongsun Zan's white horse. As the ultimate light cavalry, the white horse has never given up the bow and arrow in his hand from the beginning. Although it is a short bow and light arrow, with the blessing of super speed, its power is not inferior to those elite archers in Jiangnan.
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In addition, because it is a short bow, it is extremely labor-saving and can be aimed even on horseback. The only disadvantage is that the light arrows of the Speedy Arrow are almost impossible to throw, and can only be shot horizontally or diagonally downward. As for the power, it is definitely not inferior to the
A normal longbow.
The moment Benito rode his horse out of the camp, an extremely powerful inner energy erupted on the other side of the horizon, and then a silver-blue light beam rushed diagonally from the other side of the horizon into the sky.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk!" A large number of arrows comparable to spears directly covered both sides of the white horse. As for the more than 300 arrows that might have been shot at the white horse's Yi Cong, they were all swept away by Zhao Yun who had no cloud to suppress them.
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"A rain of arrows of this scale!" Zhao Yun looked at the densely packed arrows that sank into the ground in an instant and almost soaked his underwear with cold sweat. If he hadn't noticed the weird voyeuristic feeling before and silently gathered his inner energy, the scale of the arrows before
When the arrows rained down, even if Zhao Yun burst out in a wave, it would be impossible for all the arrows not to fall on the white horse's head.