When Pabinian entered Eastern Europe along the Don River, his face turned a little blue. He was not a fool. He didn't have any special feeling in the warm and humid climate of the Mediterranean. As a result, after entering the Don River from the Black Sea, he clearly felt that the temperature was falling.

As a guy who makes a living purely by talent, many things of this guy have not been studied or verified by actual combat, but he still felt that something was wrong in nature. Now it is so warm here. If they were in the past, they would probably have snow.

"Papinian, why do I feel your face getting worse and worse?" Negel half leaned against the cabin and greeted Pabinian. Before leaving, Caesar, Severus, and Perennis had specially greeted Nigel. This was their seed player. It doesn't matter if he cut the army. Don't break Pabinian.

"Has Eastern Europe always been like this?" Pabinian asked the biggest doubt in his heart directly. If it was always this kind of weather that was almost Mid-Autumn Festival, it wouldn't matter.

"Not this, it will probably snow in another month." Nigel is a long-time player on the battlefield, and he has a very deep understanding of Eastern Europe.

"It will snow in September?" Pabinian said with a big head, "What are we doing like this? Will we still have to fight on snowy days?"

"Yes, it starts to snow in Eastern Europe from the second half of September until around April next year." Nigel said for granted, "and winter will be very, very cold, so cold that if you get lost in your battle robe, you may freeze to death overnight."

Pabinian's face turned a little blue, and Niger felt that he was scaring Pabinian and told Pabinian not to run around. There was nothing to be afraid of in winter. They also had the British Expeditionary Legion, and they had experience in fighting in the cold zone, so they would not lose their combat effectiveness when they saw snow.

"Do we have to fight in winter?" Pabinian's face turned blue.

"The problem is that we cannot defeat the Yuan family in such a short time in summer, so just to be simple, start grinding from the most difficult time, and survive the most painful time in winter, our soldiers will be fearless." Nigel said incredibly calmly.

Pabinian also fell into deep thought when he heard this. It was true that if it was summer, when they had the upper hand, winter had already entered. At that time, it might be that the defense would just survive and regroup. It would be better to start grinding from winter to summer and kill it in one go.

"But there are many problems in winter. How do we transport our food and supplies?" Nigel said with great hope. "In winter, the Don River is frozen. It will be very difficult to transport supplies. Due to the temperature and possible blizzards, we will be dragged to death."

"So there are two batches of food and grass behind it." Nigel waved his hand and said, "And this problem is actually the same with the Yuan family. We are in pain in winter, and they are not having a good time. This is a competition of will, and we will surely win."

"Let me talk first, do you have any killer moves?" Pabinian felt that Nigel was really too confident and headed straight to the vital point.

"For the killer weapon, this large-scale legion war is fighting for the average combat power of the legion and the commanding ability of the commander. Therefore, it is difficult for the killer weapon to open up the situation. Both of us are not small in size, and ordinary killer weapons are difficult to solve the problem." Nigel explained after thinking for a few minutes.

At this time, Pabinian inexplicably paniced, and always felt that following Nigel was the routine that he had to finish. You were not prepared for anything and were so confident. I was a little panicked!

[Should I think of a way to prepare something in advance to save people from being beaten to death?] Pabinian thought about this problem from the perspective of a cai chicken. This is a habit that has been ravaged by Caesar in the past two years. Although I will lose, I can lose less ugly.

Of course, the loss is not so ugly. Pabinian's ability to deal with things is far inferior to Caesar. Caesar also found that Pabinian lacks motivation in the main battlefield and always plays a bunch of cards for turning the tables at the last moment. After getting used to it, there is nothing left.

"You are here, I'll go inspect it. When the time comes, we will first build an underground warehouse to seal the materials used in winter. Even if there is material support in the rear, we will reduce the pressure on the rear and us as much as possible." Niger thought that there was no problem with Pabinian, so he patted the other party's shoulder and left.

After Niger left, Pabinian was in panic. He always felt that the granary built by Niger might be burned. At that time, they might be really hungry and cold, and fighting against their opponents with hunger would be a dead end.

[I think it's better to be careful. This guy Nigel doesn't look reliable.] Pabinian looked around carefully and decided to start to accumulate combat power according to his previous cowardly habit.

As a weak person, you must have the awareness of the weak. I am afraid that someone will be pressed into the soil and rubbed again. Pabinian thought sadly.

It's strange to say that when other generals find that they may be weaker than the opponent, they will definitely play cards carefully when they want to press themselves into the soil to rub against each other, and then try to arm themselves, and finally find an opportunity to overturn the opponent.

However, Pabinian's way of thinking is that if it's so bad, he will definitely be pressed into the soil and rubbed by the other party. I will change my armor and wear the armor. In this way, even if someone presses into the soil and rubs me, I will not feel any pain. Instead, the soil may be rubbed into a pit.

On another big ship, Marche was bragging with Acino, Luciano and others, while Dirina, the commander of the 15th Startup Legion, was pretending to be dead while eavesdropping. After all, Marche's words revealed a lot of information.

"Eastern Europe hasn't been here for many years. I came here twice when I was young, but I was chased and chopped out by the Slavs. The dog was as powerful as the summer, and in winter, it was cruel one by one, and the combat power was very terrifying." Marche looked lingering in fear.

"Mrs. Slav, I have fought, and I don't feel very strong." Acino recalled that when he killed the three barbarians a few years ago, Slav was not very strong either.

"That's because the Slavs who are not in Eastern Europe, on the edge of the Black Sea, or even on the Danube are actually very delicious. The ones who are really powerful are those in Eastern Europe, who are very, very capable of fighting. I have suffered several losses." Luciano said in some pain.

Among these people, the one who fought with the Slavs the most was the eleventh Loyal Claudi Legion, because the legion did not want to participate in the trivial internal politics before, after all, their names were destined to their state, and the Claudius family was not orthodox in their eyes, which led to them not appearing in the city of Rome for safety reasons.

From a certain perspective, the loyalty of the Eleventh Eagle Flag Legion Claudi has become like a border army in the past two hundred years, and it is the kind of border army that often fights, with a very reliable combat power.

By the way, the loyal Claudius was brought to Eastern Europe this time not to hone his combat power, but to avoid embarrassment. Caesar gave the Claudius family the real legal system, so that the Eleven Eagle Flag Legion is still in a state of chaos.

The family we have been in a position of for two hundred years, but now it has become our master. How can we turn around?

Of course, Sergio, the previous head of the Claudius family, was very generous and unsuccessful to pursue any problems of the Eleventh Legion, and even said that you can think more about it.

Anyway, they don’t have a back pain when they stand and speak. With Caesar’s support, the factions of the Claudius family have been in conflict with each other and barely admit that the direct line has lag. This family is really not short of a legion with strong combat power. Besides, the forced melon is not sweet!

Think about it, guys like Pompianus belong to the Claudius family, but he hides part of his surname. Albinus, who is now arrested, actually has an indescribable relationship with Claudius. These alone can see the influence of this family.

Therefore, if one more eleventh or one less eleventh is not important to the current Claudius family.

"Is that strong?" Acino said in surprise.

"Very strong, you have never had the chance to see the Slavs fighting in the blizzard during the extremely cold period. At that time, they were very, very strong." Luciano sighed and said, "In that kind of weather, our combat effectiveness can be reduced by 30%, while the opponent can increase by 30%. It is my luck that I am not hacked to death."

"Are you crazy? Got a fight with them during the extremely cold blizzard?" Dilina said with a twitching corner of her mouth. She had to be very worried about doing such a thing.

"It's not that I started a war with them, it's that I fought from summer to winter, and finally got back to Valery's tribe, which had just moved to the south of the Baltic Sea. As a result, that guy endured until winter and almost killed me." Luciano said with a dark face. How mentally retarded he was to fight a decisive battle under such a big disadvantage? Wasn't that forced?

"I suddenly felt that it was not easy for you to survive until now." Marche said to Luciano with sighs.

Luciano rolled his eyes, you wait, you will also encounter this crazy Slavs this winter. In Rome, because of Caesar's existence, it would be fine if I pretended to be a grandson, but I really thought I was really a grandson.
Chapter completed!