"You can easily fight the 11th Claudius in the 10th Knight." Marche asked while sitting on the chair with a smile.

"Nonsense, if you can't even defeat a legion, what's the use for me?" Vergilio said with a sneer. "There are ones in the legion of Rome, and we won't lose if we fight one by one."

"The first auxiliary is also counted?" Marche said with a restrained smile and looked at Vergilio.

Vergilio was silent for a while, and nodded slowly after a while, "I can't guarantee that I can definitely win. Now it should be OK. Last time I got Thirteen Rose to go to the first auxiliary to be beaten. Thirteen Rose's soldiers were able to at least resist it. I guess if I have the chance to fight, our tenth Knight should be able to win."

Marche looked at Vergilio. He was sure that the other party would not joke about such things, and he dared to say something.

"However, the problem is here. We should be sure to play the first support. There should be no problem with the first support. But we are close to the limit when we hit this group of people." Vergilio breathed and said helplessly.

The first auxiliary fights the five legions that Virgilio beat before, and he probably can continue training after the fight, but after the Tenth Knights, you will know that after the fight, he will see that Vergilio's condition, and he is close to the limit.

"The Tenth Knight should be missing something, otherwise it would be impossible to complete the seven-dressing of one-seven." Vergilio recalled his ancestors and said very seriously. His current state means that if the Tenth Knight is desperate, they will be useless after fighting these five.

Although it is already outrageous to be able to achieve this level, when the Roman melee was in the Rome era, the Tenth Knight broke all his opponents with the eagle flag and the will of the empire, and now it is absolutely impossible.

Now, Vergilio estimated that if the unprepared melee broke out, the five bastards before would not be able to guarantee that they could suppress them.

"What are you missing?" Marche asked, looking at Vergilio.

"The army soul army's faith in fighting that cannot be destroyed by eternal and endless physical strength, and death, as long as it remains undestroyed." Vergilio said very seriously.

The Military Soul Legion does not have a physical strength bar. At most, other legions are physical strength, endurance, and energy very long. Generally speaking, they are absolutely sufficient. However, if you break through five Eagle Flag legions in one afternoon, you will disperse, and your physical strength is definitely not enough.

"Where is the quality?" Marche said with a smile at Vergilio.

"I want the basic quality of the first support, and I don't have endless physical strength," Vergilio said angrily. They were able to play the first support because they had high explosive power and would not be stalemate with the first support to the point where they had no physical strength.

The first assistant can still train after playing those five things. To put it bluntly, isn’t it because the explosive power of those five things is likely to not be able to play the first assistant? And the tenth Knight’s fight these five things because it takes too long and cannot regain its physical strength.

"You're already amazing." Marche said with a smile, "Do you want to try one-to-seven?"

"I can't win with one fight seven, I'm super connected?" Vergilio leaned against the chair and said angrily, "Do you have seven legions?"

Vergilio thought about it with his feet. Only Ma Chao can do such a thing. Renato is a dull gourd. The reason why Tachitolang is brought by Ma Chao. Although the legion of this generation of Ma Chao is not very strong, it is indeed the leader of this group.

"Yes, Claudius's friendship can't get seven legions." Marche said with a smile, "No matter how bad the Sixth Eagle Flag Legion was formed by Augustus, and it can be regarded as the legacy of the Claudi Dynasty. Wouldn't it be enough to beat you up?"

Vergilio scoffed at him, Acino was a scumbag and wasted the Sixth Eagle Flag Legion.

"Don't look down on him, he works very hard in Eastern Europe." Marche said with a restrained smile.

"Okay, give you some face. Including him, who can he fight against us, and unite you can fight against us?" Vergilio said with his arms spread out, holding the edges of the backrest on the side.

"It's not weak." Marche said with a smile.

"You won't participate too." Vergilio suddenly asked as he looked at Marche. At this time, he remembered that the thing beside him was now the commander of the Twelve Eagle Flag Legion.

"I also want the benefits of Caesar. Claudius's friendship and fighting foreign invasions. Isn't this an orthodox plot? After the fight, you can also go to the Grand Theater to play a script." Marche said with a smile. Of course, this is mainly used for provocation, not a fact.

Marche actually didn't need Caesar to mention it. His former commander was Petinac, who was a true son of a slave and became a Roman emperor through military merits. He was a military boss of the same level as Huangfu Song, and died of panwalk attacks.

When this man was the camp leader, Marche learned a lot of messy things, which is why this guy was able to conduct a certain degree of battlefield command.

If Caesar had appeared thirty years ago, Marche would have had to learn. Now, this opportunity is meaningless to the old man.

"Haha, you can't get along with me anymore." Vergilio clenched his fists and clattered, and his tired body seemed to be burning. What? Julius Claudius's first friendship with the new dynasty, I don't want to live without your elder brother, right?

"There are always people who are villains, are you happy if you are not good at it?" Marche said with a smile.

"Do you think you are old and I dare not hit you, right?" Vergilio's face was a little unhappy. What does it mean that someone wants to be a villain? I'm called love whipping!

"Anyway, that's the case. Giulio should have reported it all the time." Marche smiled and greeted Vergilio. He was not afraid of such a childish threat.

"That is to say that the emperor guards are coming to supervise the army. They are afraid they are not here to slap them. Don't think I don't know what he is thinking." Vergilio's mind turned a little and understood what was going on.

"Do you think at this point in time, who would take care of this kind of thing in Eleven Loyal Claudi or Second Parthia?" Marche said with a smile, "Julio still has time, isn't it just a slight fight? If you beat him together, it's not considered a violation. The referee is also a kind of prop these days."

Marche's words made Vergilio understand what it means to be older, and the face is less important. Referees are all props!

"Let me calculate who there is." Vergilio said angrily.

"The Fifth Skylark..." Marche explained naturally.

"Isn't he in the intensive care unit?" Vergilio said casually, "I went to the intensive care unit yesterday to see him, and today I came here with light and shadow."

"You crawled out, and he crawled out too because of you." Marche said casually.

"I have some faith." Vergilio was amazed, "Anyway, the Skylarks only fight for assists when they participate in the battle. You guys don't have a commander, so you are not as good as me. With more people, your combat effectiveness may not be strong."

"Sixth, seventh, ninth, twelve, thirteenth, fourteenth," Marche explained casually.

"Just these six? Not as good as the previous five!" Vergilio said very arrogantly.

"There may be a third." Marche said after thinking about it.

"Oh." Vergilio first said perfunctorily, and then directly picked out a few bastards who were mixed in. "Does Acino and Benito not want to live anymore? And you, are you having trouble participating in this kind of activity? Do you want to relax?"

The other legions wanted to beat the Tenth Knight, and the Tenth Knight could understand it. After all, one of them was considered one, and they were beaten. The problem was that he had never beaten the Sixth, Twelve, and Fourteenth.

"We have the same roots and roots in the new dynasty, so we have to participate." Marche said with a smile, "It just happened to be found by me, let me ask, I think it is necessary to participate."

Vergilio vomited, there were too many people, even if the Tenth Knight was beaten, he would have to be beaten into a new look. There was no weak group of people.

"Okay, you wait." Vergilio had no extra words. There was nothing to say about the man who was fighting. At this point, it was impossible to bow his head and admit defeat. Just fight. I don't believe that you guys can cooperate very well.

On the other hand, Giulio was reporting to Seville at the Palace of Conco. The military exercise application has been completed. Seville learned about it for a few minutes and then left it alone. Let me see what you can do. It would be nice to fight if you have nothing to do.

"You just choose a remote location to fight. Before you can, please notify me to watch, and the doctor will also notify you. Don't have any trouble." Seville waved his hand and didn't care at all. The army was all here, and fighting would also promote understanding.

"By the way, Julio, are you going to play a slut or participate?" Severu said to Julio casually, and Julio was stunned.

"Ahem, your majesty, I'm going to maintain the atmosphere of the venue and supervise it." Giulio said very seriously.

Severu scoffed at the sound of the words, but said nothing. Send Giulio away. You are not active in other matters. This matter is so active. If you say it is to maintain the atmosphere of the venue and supervise it, why are you doing so active?

"Go and inform Luciano and Anulinus, and let them see how the Tenth Eagle Flag beat those legions and learn from them!" Seville said with some dissatisfaction, look at how the Tenth Knight can fight!
Chapter completed!