"call---"
Gently closing the palace door, Animusfia let out a long breath of relief.
Thanks to Toanimusfia's boring history, even when listening to his own history, Nero was not as enthusiastic as usual when listening to stories.
Animusfia began to reflect on whether she should deliberately tell boring stories to put Nero to sleep in the future.
For example, the story of "The incident of parachute landing in Chaldea and later becoming the director".
It must be very helpful for sleeping.
In the night sky where the stars are shining brightly is a bright and huge ring.
It also gave Rome in this era some light that did not belong to the nights of this era.
Animusfia had seen this ring as early as in France.
Nero went to bed earlier than usual tonight, and Animusfia finally got some time to have a good rest.
Animusfia expected that his whole day tomorrow would be spent reorganizing the city guard.
Although almost all of Nero's previous troops, except for the Guards, were deployed on the front line commanded by Boudicca, there were still hundreds of city guards in Rome to maintain basic security.
Coupled with Nero's own slaves and the slaves and domestic servants of the senators, the newly reorganized army should barely have about a thousand men.
It is equivalent to the establishment of half an army.
Although Animusfia did not get the slightest consent from the senators, he still "borrowed" all the properties of the senators.
Seneca's job these days was to count the properties of the senators.
After tomorrow, we should get some results.
"ha."
Animusfia yawned, and the slightest pain from her prosthetic limb could no longer suppress the fatigue of her brain.
Even if Animusfia has become a half-servant, she will still feel tired under such high-intensity work.
Even though Leonardo da Vinci's genius design gave his prosthetic limbs many practical functions, there was still no way to solve Animusfia's phantom limb pain.
Fortunately, he has basically gotten used to the pain of losing his left arm.
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The rest time is always very short. The moment the first administrator opened the door, Animusfia, who was sitting on the chair and resting with her eyes squinted, had already regained consciousness.
The morning sun has already risen.
"Lord Governor, the roster of the new legion has been sorted out."
"I can't tell you the specifics. How many people are there in total?"
Animusfia looked at the administrator.
"There are a total of 2,178 people, organized into four brigades and one hundred-man squadron."
Roman Centuries generally only had about 60 to 80 people. The statement of Centuries may be to better confuse the opponent.
Just like China's army of hundreds of thousands at the same time, it is full of water.
Two centurions form a detachment, and three detachments form a brigade.
Only ten brigades can form an army.
The strength now assembled in the city of Rome was not even half a legion.
Among them were slaves whose qualities could not be compared with those of professional soldiers.
But even so, the number of soldiers recruited was already far more than Animusfia expected.
"Are there enough officers?"
"According to your request, most of the experienced guards were promoted to centurions, and the remaining ones formed an additional centurion team."
"That's it. Go to Seneca to get the money, and equip them according to the establishment of old soldiers."
"yes."
Animusfia rubbed her temples and continued to read other documents sent by the administrator.
There were four types of Roman infantry. One was the light infantry, which was free on the battlefield and was a support force.
These light infantry are like hunters in the mountains and forests. They do not have hard armor and even wear animal skins.
The combat effectiveness in frontal combat is also low.
The remaining three types of infantry all have armor, but they are divided into young soldiers, adult soldiers and old soldiers based on age and experience.
When both young and adult soldiers are unable to cope with the task of combat, the senior soldiers standing in the last row will take over the battle.
Often they can also end the battle directly.
Therefore, there is a proverb in Rome: "Here comes the old soldier."
However, Animusfia planned to directly abandon the phalanx combat method in the Roman military tradition, so there was no point in dividing so many types of soldiers.
Soldiers with multiple divisions of labor and equipment will also cause logistical pressure.
For Rome, which now has fewer major generals and fewer weapons, the phalanx in which only two hundred of the four hundred people can participate in the battle at the same time is obviously not that practical.
"Lord Governor, what do you plan to call the legion?"
After confirming everything, the administrator suddenly asked Animusfia.
Animusfia was stunned when she heard the question and stopped what she was doing.
He had never thought about this.
"I'd better ask Nero about this. Forget it, she's still resting now. Just call her the First Romagna Legion."
The administrator nodded and wrote Animusfia's name for the new legion on the parchment roll.
"Mr. Governor, what should I do with the military flag?"
"..."
Animusfia thought for a while, picked up the pen and drew a few random strokes on the paper roll.
If Matthew were here, he would definitely not be unfamiliar with this pattern.
That is the logo of Chaldeas, the human security agency.
"Just take it."
Animusfia handed the scroll of paper to the administrator's hand.
"That would be rude, Mr. Governor."
The administrator nodded, put away the scroll, turned and walked out of the palace gate.
Time continues to pass among documents and debris.
More and more people took their rewards from the Temple of Saturn.
The burial sites engraved on the cube by Animusfia at that time were basically near the city of Rome, that is, within the province of Romagna.
Even from the farthest point, it takes a day and a night to get back.
After the last cube was buried in the soil in the hands of a slave.
After feeling the completion of the technique, Animusfia quietly stood up from her seat.
The other administrators in the palace couldn't help but look sideways at him.
News about the treasures in Rome and the gold coins sent by Nero also spread to the surrounding areas of Rome with the spread of the cube.
It's almost time.
Animusfia walked straight out of the Senate Palace and came to the center of the Roman Forum.
The setting sun in the evening stretched Animusfia's figure infinitely.
He has been in the limelight these past few days and once again attracted a lot of attention.
Taking a deep breath, Animusfia slowly floated up from the ground.
He also attracted more and more attention.
"Saturn!"
Dark light enveloped Animusfia's body.
Then, like an aircraft disintegrating in the sky, the dark light turned into countless fragments and fell into the distance.
If someone could follow these scattered lights, they would find that each split black light entered the earth.
Entered the buried black cube.
The next moment, huge Animusfia appeared in the sky above the cube.
Those are all clone projections of Animusfia.
For a time, the entire Romagna people were attracted by Animusfia.
"Citizens of Rome, free men and slaves————"
"Rome has reached its most dangerous moment."
"From Britain to Egypt, from Spain to Syria——"
“The whole territory of Rome, every sea and every inch of land, was under attack.”
"And I have a question for you——————"
"Who are the Romans?"
