Tachito immediately turned over and went to inform Sulinalari. Sulinalari wanted to fight with the Son of the Gods. All the masters of Rome knew about the Son of the Gods. What's more, the Son of the Gods must join Sulinalari here. Others are completely seeking death!

"Son of the Gods! I was wondering before that why there were no reinforcements when the Son of the Gods came. I didn't expect that this legion was actually the Son of the Gods." Kamiluo stared at Zhao Yun on the holographic map and looked dazed.

"The Han Dynasty is different from ours. They also use strong men to command the command, but their strong men are all smart men to advise, which is actually quite similar to ours." Benito said casually.

"I don't think this is important. What's important is that you quickly calculate the distance. The legion is so fast. Be careful that during the time we are talking, they have entered the range." Tachito said casually.

Benito felt it was reasonable and naturally stretched his perspective. However, at the moment he pulled it away, Benito suddenly realized something was wrong, and some kind of silver-blue glow burst out from the other party's body, and even a thorn in the sky, a little glow suddenly appeared.

The glow became bigger and bigger, and then the map formed by Benito relied on light and shadow suddenly disappeared. Benito was stunned.

"Is this a discovery?" Tachito looked at Benito in shock and asked. It was the first time in so many years that this happened.

"..." Benito looked at Tachito silently, then quickly adjusted his spiritual talent, formed a new light and shadow operation again, and then quickly calculated the position and distance angle.

"Hey hey, are you okay? I guess before you can calculate the distance and angle, the other party has entered the horizon." Alessandro complained that he was powerless. What the hell is this?

"Let's shoot the arrow directly, Benito, hurry up and locate the white horse. We roughly guess that Alessandro will shoot the arrow." Kamilu said speechlessly with his forehead holding on.

"Yes, your arrow rain can usually deviate by several miles. The hit rate depends entirely on your feeling. It seems that you will not be avoided." Benito responded while calculating the angle distance when he heard this. At this time, he had already positioned the white horse again, and it was not far from here.

Of course, this is for the white horse. It will take about half a day for other short-legged troops, and it will only take a few minutes for the white horse.

On the other side, Zhao Yun was a little upset. Just now he had inexplicably discovered that someone was peeping at him. After launching a blow based on his feelings, the peeping feeling suddenly disappeared, but Zhao Yun also suddenly became alert because of this subtle difference.

It was because he became alert that after a while, Zhao Yun felt a more subtle sense of peeping again, which made Zhao Yun very irritated and began to naturally condense his internal energy to prepare for attack.

"Shoot, shoot arrows, shoot arrows, shoot arrows at speed, this guy is coming!" After Benito's calculations, Kamiluo was already anxious. Anyway, Alessandro's bow and arrow deviations were calculated based on the inside. Whether he could shoot was all depends on the face, so Kamiluo immediately urged.

Alessandro glanced at Camillo. Although he was not very happy when he was instructed by the other party, he still ordered the arrow to be shot, and the continuous explosions appeared again.

At the same time, Camillo turned his head and asked Benito, "Benito, I heard that you have replaced all your soldiers with cavalry and painted the horse white?"

"Oh, my intuition tells me that if I paint the horse white and use that speed talent, I should be able to run faster. Sulinarari is here, and I will block the opponent first. At such a fast speed, no matter what the thing hits, I will probably die. This legion should be considered the three most fragile talents." Benito said with a smile, ready to go on stage.

"Don't underestimate it. Even if it's you, you must be mentally prepared. Fortunately, you only need to hold them back for a while, and we will solve the others." Kamiliu patted his chest and promised, "Although this speed means danger, it also means strength."

"I'm not so. With such a fast speed, if I swing a knife, it would probably be difficult for even your level to withstand it." Benito said with a smile, "But it's a pity that there are only more than 1,500 cavalry under my command."

As Benito spoke, a large group of light cavalry riding white horses, wearing light leather armor, replaced with short bows and sabers, were already equipped with white horses.

"Uh, Benito, why do you have to paint the war horse white?" After getting Sulinarari over, Tachito, who had just arrived, looked at the war horse whose hooves were even white, and his cheeks twitched.

Although Tachito heard people say that Benito was coloring the horses a few days ago, this time it was the one who actually looked like a white horse after painting.

Carmilo and Alessandro held their foreheads with their left hand, looking embarrassed. They always felt that doing this was embarrassing, and even if they were cleaned up, they would not be able to improve the battle.

"Say it again, I warn you that this talent has an idealistic side. A pure white horse has a bonus to speed. Of course, it will also be effective if it is white. However, I guess if it can really form a pure white legion, there will probably be other hidden effects." Benito said with a little resentment.

"This statement..." Carmillo, Tachito, and Alessandro couldn't help but look up at the sky. Why do they feel particularly like the monsters of the Julius family?

The Julius family in Rome is a strange family. Either like now, a generation has basically no sense of existence when they go over, or they have a character like Caesar and Anthony who are called close gods or are directly at the level of the gods.

The most obvious thing about this family is that either their generation is all useless people, holding the legion in hand as the commander like other legion commanders, or there are people in this generation who cheat and the legion is made with a strong personal style.

Just like the fifth Skylark, this is Caesar's pot, the third, the twelfth, and the thirteenth, these legions obviously have Caesar's hand-pulled style, and it feels like, the things I made are like fireflies in the dark, just so unconventional.

As for the fourteenth, let alone Nero was the thing remade by Caesar's Fourteenth Legion, which was remade on the original basis, exuding the tyrant's pursuit of blood, beauty and all things in the world like a tyrant.

"Don't you think it's very similar?" Benito felt it deeply, so he asked with a smile.

"It's indeed a bit like that. Their legion takes the obvious traces of the main general." Kamilio nodded and said.

"The elite talents obtained from the Han army have obvious personal traces." Benito said slowly, and Kamiluo and others were silent.

Although they don't like this kind of trace, they have to admit that the generals who can let the legion carry their own traces are either monsters or have some characteristics.

Similarly, this kind of legion is stronger than other legions, and can basically become the top legion or even the three-talent elite legion among the dual 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, the will that is strong enough to leave hundreds of years of personal traces on the legion is actually enough to give birth to new power.

Maybe it's not too strong, but based on the dual talent, the power that can be slightly strengthened is enough to widen the gap even if it is five percent. This is also an important reason why the white horse under Zhao Yun's command will have a deeper understanding of the former righteousness after the white horse under Zhao Yun's command will have a deeper understanding of the former righteousness after brushing the war horse.

After all, no matter what, Zhao Yun and Gongsun Baima are in the same lineage.

"That's it." Kami stopped talking, "I'll leave it to you. Let's cut off his retreat. You can stop it by just a thousand people."

"No problem, I will burn their talent and fight them with decathlon." Benito smiled and got on the horse, stepped onto the short bow and rushed out of the camp. The speed also became faster and faster with Benito's acceleration. This is the real, most primitive white horse.

"By the way, is Benito's short bow useful? At such a very fast situation, the bow and arrow are not easy to aim on the one hand, and on the other hand, if you use arrows on the front, although you won't be caught by yourself, it's not easy to react." Kamiliu frowned and said.

As he was speaking, Benito, who had already gone away, suddenly pulled open the light short bow and shot it forward. With a sharp roar, the light arrow flew hundreds of steps almost instantly.

"I can't control this kind of arrow at all." Benito said with a wry smile. This is the ability developed after he has the talent of speed and mastered the speed to the extreme that his soldiers can master as much as possible. Or it should not be said to be development, but to restore.

This is the ability of Gongsun Zan's white horse. As the ultimate light cavalry, the white horse has never given up on the bow and arrow in its hands from the beginning. Although it is a short bow and light arrow, with the blessing of divine speed, its power is not inferior to that of the elite archers in Jiangnan.

In addition, because it is a short bow, it is extremely labor-saving, and even if you ride a horse, it can aim. The only disadvantage is that the light arrows of the speed arrow are almost completely unable to be shot, and can only be shot flat or diagonally downward. As for the power, they are definitely not inferior to normal longbows.

The moment Benito rushed out of the camp, an extremely powerful internal energy burst out on the horizon, and then a silver-blue beam of light rushed into the sky from the horizon.

"Tu tu tu!" 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 shot at the white horse, all of which were swept away by Zhao Yun, who was not suppressed by clouds.
Chapter completed!