I put out his fire

Chapter 28 Nero's Two Sides

Nero's chain mail was covered with mud.He sat slumped on the ground, panting, his silver bangs sticking to his forehead like wisps of hot silver.He is exhausted.

Rhodes stood tall and straight, looking down at him condescendingly, with a soft smile on his lips.

They have practiced for several rounds.Nero loses all the time.

"Are you still practicing?" Rhodes asked with lowered eyes.

He didn't sweat much, and his black clothes were still clean.The long hair that was a little warped was all pushed to one side of the shoulder, making his handsome appearance a little coquettish.

Nero sat in his shadow, looked up at him against the light, and could only vaguely see his moist red lips in the halo.

A strong desire to conquer boiled in Nero's heart like a beast waking up, and his stomach felt hot.

The blood of the young man who had just awakened his emotions was boiling.

In fact, he only had a vague understanding of this physiological reaction; but he absolutely knew that it was a despicable desire that fed on Rhodes.

He sat up quickly, wrapped his arms around Rhode's waist, and pressed him to the ground with all his strength.

Rhodes almost hit the ground, his shoulder blades were hurt by sharp stones.The black hair was scattered all over the ground like black silk threads, he tilted his head, half of his face pressed against the sand, and turned his sharp and glamorous side face towards Nero.

His breathing was undisturbed, and his dark pupils slanted to the corners of his eyes, where there was a faint surprise.

"It's not too strong." He said jokingly.

Nero gripped his shoulders, eyes fixed on his lips.Those two bright red petals are like addictive poison.

"I want to win you..." His breathing was slightly disordered.

Rhodes straightened his face, a casual and unruly smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and there were a few tiny grains of sand sticking there.He licked it unconsciously.

Nero seemed to be fascinated by this small detail.Out of youthful instinct, he especially wanted to touch Rhodes at this moment.

So he moved his trembling hand down, and touched a piece of warm blood.

Nero was taken aback.He raised his palm stiffly, and saw blood red in his deep golden eyes.

In an instant, he was dizzy as if the sky and the earth were upside down, and his eyes went black for a while.

"I can't see you bleeding... Rod..." he said weakly.

Lei Ke walked to the fighting arena with loud footsteps, and saw this scene as soon as he raised his eyes.

With a bad complexion, he deliberately coughed loudly twice, and walked to the front with heavy steps.

Rhodes helped Nero, whose legs were swaying, and calmly covered his bleeding back shoulder.

Nero's face was pale, his back trembled slightly as if he was suffering from the cold, and he looked weak.

Lei Ke gave him a disgusted look.

"Ten years have passed..." Lei Ke sighed, and the fierce long scar twitched faintly, "In addition to growing taller, you are still so weak!"

Nero gradually recovered his composure.His spine was straight, and his three-dimensional and sweaty features showed a bit of deep temperament.

"I am the commander, and I am not inferior to you in terms of position, Lei Ke." He said slowly, "You should pay attention to the wording and tone of your words, whether it is now or in the future."

Relying on military power, Lei Ke ignored his warning.His thick nostrils let out a slight snort: "I think you'd better learn from your grandfather Germanicus. After every meal, you ride on horseback for two laps, so that your slender legs will be thicker!"

The yellow sand was carried by a gust of wind, and the sky and fields were covered with pale yellow.Nero's face was dull.

Lei Ke sighed, and faint worry flashed across his rough face.

"You need a strong physique, Nero." He said earnestly, "You have to give a speech before the battle, and go to battle to kill the enemy if necessary. A weak physique cannot convince your subordinates and enemies..."

Nero's face was sullen, and a trace of heaviness suddenly appeared on his thin face.

Lei Ke moved his deep gaze slowly, and inadvertently glanced at Rhode's face.

He suddenly froze.A trace of shock poured into his upright eyes, which swelled rapidly and were about to burst.

Lei Ke sucked in a breath of cold air.He almost jumped over, grabbed Rhodes by the collar, and asked sternly, "Who are you?"

Nero was enraged, smoldering from his reddened eyes.

"I won't let you touch him!" His voice was hoarse with anger.

Lei Ke blushed, glanced at Nero, and stiffly let go.

"Tell me your surname!" He stared at Rhodes and said, with a look of panic.

Rhodes had a cold face, his lips were tightly pressed together, and he was silent as death.

In view of his father's heinous crimes, he has always concealed his criminal surname.

He straightened his collar calmly and said, "I am an abandoned orphan with no surname."

Nero froze for a moment.

"No surname?!" Lei Ke was surprised.His face twitched faintly, and the scar became more ferocious.

He turned his face to Nero, and blamed darkly: "You actually let a person of unknown origin be your personal guard!"

Nero looked gloomy.He was silent for a while, a trace of confusion appeared between his brows, but he quickly suppressed it.

"So what?" He defended Rhodes calmly, "He is mine! As long as I want, I can give him a noble status and surname at any time..."

"Nonsense!" Lei Ke said violently.

He looked anxious, staring at Rhodes with a pair of gangster-like eyes.His callused hands trembled, and his face was as fierce as winter frost with fear.

"It's so similar...the same black hair and black eyes..." He said in a daze, as if he was muttering to himself.

Rhode understood, but didn't say a word.

Lei Ke warned Nero sharply: "Don't fall into the hands of your own guard like your uncle!"

Nero took a step forward and covered Rhodes behind him.There was a reddish determination in his young face.

"How loyal he is, only I know." His voice was strong.

Lei Ke glared at Rhodes, hesitated to speak, and there was a sense of guard in his eyes.

He stagnated for a moment, then retreated heavily, kicking up muddy sand all the way.

Silence hung over the two of them like a dark cloud.

Rhodes patted the plaster off his clothes, and said calmly: "If you hate my unknown origin, I can leave at any time..."

"No! I don't want you to leave me!" Nero panicked.He grabbed Rhode's hands tremblingly, fear eating away at his sanity like moths.

Nero's heart was beating rapidly, his face was flushed sickly, and his whole body was surrounded by a fragile temperament.His fear originated from the soul, and it was by no means a pretentious gesture to seek mercy.

He rubbed his cheek against the back of Rhode's hand, his brows were trembling, and he said uncomfortably, "Don't say such things... Rhodes... please..."

Rhodes froze for a moment, and hugged his thin shoulders.

Nero leaned against him weakly, trembling uncontrollably.His panic was more intense than ordinary people, as if his soul was about to be pulled away.

"I'm cold... Rhodes..." His spine shivered from fear.

Rhodes put a shawl on him and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, I won't leave you."

Nero's face was pale, and his eyes were tightly closed.He trembled uncontrollably for a long time before slowly regaining his composure.

……

In the days of preparing for battle, Nero began to train hard.

He learned to use a sword and mastered some basic fighting skills.For strength, he rode most of the time with sandbags strapped to his thighs, and sometimes he read maps on horseback to plot some military routes.

Facing this battle of reputation, he attaches great importance to it.

The enemy that the Roman Legion faced this time was the barbarian E tribe.

The E tribe lived deep in the forest, were wild and fierce by nature, and did not submit to Roman control.

The blood-drinking E people were not equipped as well as the Roman army; however, they had the courage to shed blood and fight, and they won half and half lost in battles with the Roman legions, large and small.

Claudius was wearing a battle armor, with a tall hunchback hiding under the shawl.Walking around with his waist bent, he struggled to open Nero's tent.

Nero sat in the camp, his silver-gray chain mail was illuminated by the sun, shining a silver light that stings people's eyes.

He has silver hair and silver clothes, exquisite iron military boots covering his calves, and he has a soldierly and handsome temperament.Only the red cashmere shawl was the only soft color on his body.

Claudius squinted his eyes from the silver light, and stepped in weakly.

"Have you figured out how to march, Nero." He said in an aging voice.

Nero stepped on his iron boots and made a soft thumping sound all the way.He bowed to the emperor, his straightened shoulders were wrapped in iron nets, with a hint of iron and blood.

"I have drawn up several routes." He handed the road map to the emperor, "but not all of them may come in handy."

Claudius studied it carefully, his small round eyes shining like a mouse.

"Very good." He nodded approvingly, "With your experience and age, it is really rare to formulate this kind of route."

"This is only a rough plan." Nero added, "Maybe it will change."

Claudius flipped through the road map, "It's already very detailed. This battle has a great chance of winning."

Nero's face was cold, and his golden eyes shone through the sun showed a ruthless light, a little ruthless.

"We will wipe out all the Ezu." He said in a calm tone, "including children and women, not a single one will be left..."

Claudius was startled.His small round eyes caught a glimpse of Nero's cruel face, and he dodged instinctively.

He stammered and said: "The legion will go out tomorrow night. After all, you are young and inexperienced. You must obey the orders of Lei Ke and me on the battlefield."

"Okay." Nero nodded respectfully.

Claudius left with the road map.

Nero sent him away, and put a dark red wool cloak on his body, covering up the silver light like spikes all over his body.

He breathed a sigh of relief, moved his thin ankle, and walked gently into Rhodes' tent.

Rhodes held a needle and thread, and sewed a damaged scabbard against the candlelight, leaving a row of tight and neat stitches.

He glanced sideways at Nero, a few locks of slightly curled hair hanging down, covering his vision.He used the tip of the needle to reach behind his ear, so his glossy red lips were exposed, and the candlelight illuminated his soft lips.

He bit off the thread, threw the mended scabbard over, and was caught by Nero.

"Put on the sword and try." He crossed his legs defiantly and said with a willful smile.

Nero sat next to him. "Don't try. I know it must be strong."

His brows were stretched, and his slender eyelashes cast a light shadow in the candlelight.The contours of his face were deep, full of a kind of hard will that was polished by a sword at this time.

Rhodes chuckled, "You trust me too much."

Nero approached him obediently, his silver hair was covered with a layer of warm orange light.His long and slender silkworms are plump only a young boy can have.

"I'm leaving tomorrow." He said in a worried tone, "I have never been to a battlefield in person, and I need you to follow me..."

"Of course!" Rhode propped his chin, "Let me teach you how to kill."

Nero smiled silently and said nothing more.