In the midst of a bloody battle, a spear grazed Tretus' cheek, nearly piercing his head. The legionnaires behind him watched in horror, but fortunately, the spear finally fell behind Tretus, and Tretus himself was only slightly wounded, and once again there was no danger. However, the young boy was so brave that he also won the respect and affirmation of these GIs behind him.

They charged after Tretus, and several veterans knocked down one of Anthony's defenders and had Tretus execute him. He was dying, lying on the ground, with a large hole cut in his abdomen, and intestines and blood were flowing from the incision. Obviously, even if Tretus didn't give him the sword, he wouldn't live long, and the soldiers had to put their commander through the training, and that training began with the killing of a living enemy.

In his ears, the bloodthirsty shouts of the legionnaires were filled, and in front of him were the dying Greek soldiers. He lay on the ground, his eyes filled with the desire to survive and the fear of death. The expression on his face was distorted with pain.

Carrying a short sword, Tretus walked up to the soldier, and in the shouts and cheers of the surrounding Roman soldiers, he stabbed the short sword into the Greek soldier's chest, and blood splashed on Tretus's white face. Then the boy pulled out his dagger even more frantically, stabbed it again, pulled it out again, stabbed it again. Until the corpse was riddled with holes. And Teretus, too, went from a fledgling Roman youth to a real warrior......

The bloody siege continued, however, after the city was broken, the street fighting turned into a massacre.

The Roman soldiers formed small teams to search every house and warehouse in the city, and found the rebellious soldiers and killed them one by one. The women, who did not want to be humiliated by the Roman GIs, committed suicide early in their homes, either leaving their young children to cry or simply killing them as well. so as not to be enslaved by the Roman army.

"Appis, no Anthony was seen, no body was seen."

At dusk, this small city on the southern shore of the Black Sea has become a dead city. The city was littered with the corpses of the rebels and its inhabitants. When the city was broken, Roman soldiers were slaughtered, regardless of whether they were soldiers or civilians. The whole city was bleeding, and the smell of blood wafted through the air. Crane came panting in a Gallic cloak and reported to Appis about the aftermath of the war.

"This is normal. A small town of little importance and not very important in terms of location, it was impossible for Antony to be stationed here, and as we had assumed, the haughty Roman general was now hiding in Colchis, recruiting nomadic cavalry from the steppes. Prepare for a decisive battle with me in the final battle. ”

Klein's debriefing didn't surprise Appis much. From Pergamon to Colchis, all the way are small cities where these eastern tribes gather, and Appis intends to capture the cities that are willing to surrender in the past, and they can survive, and the cities that are not willing to surrender can only be slaughtered like Mox.

In front of them, there were smoke-filled houses, and the soldiers of the Thirteenth Legion had rushed to the temple to rob the treasures used to sacrifice to the gods.

"Crane, let the soldiers camp outside the city tonight and rest and pile up all the corpses and burn them. Deliver all the loot to the baggage convoy, and tomorrow we will set off on our way to the next town. According to the markings on the map, I estimate that in three days we will encounter stubborn resistance from one of Anthony's main forces. Domitius built three large fortresses at the entrance to Colchis. Those were the last of Antony's Roman soldiers, and these soldiers knew how to build the strongest fortresses, and our large siege weapons could not travel on the rugged mountain roads, so prepare the soldiers for hard fighting. ”

The two soldiers pulled the map open, and Appis pointed to several strategic points on the map.

Four days later, the majestic Roman legions met the large and solid Roman fortress on the last road from Pontus to Corchia. Also built by the hands of Roman soldiers, Domitius was a veteran of the battlefield, making the most of the terrain and building the fortress in a valley flanked by treacherous mountains, with a gentle slope in front of it, and the vegetation had been cut down so that the soldiers at the head of the city could see what was in front of the fortress. The fortress has the shape of an outer triangle, and the closer you get to the entrance of the fortress, the steeper the slope and the narrower the open space, while the towers on either side form crossfire to cover their respective ramparts from the siege forces. A small stream passed through the fortress and flowed down slowly. The terrain is dangerous, and there are water and food reserves, compared to the city of Mox that was attacked a few days ago, the officers under Appis felt that their heads were big when they saw this scene.

"Tell me what you think. Marcus Yoble, Klein, Odyssius, ......"

Faced with the barrier that no bird could jump over, Apis sat in the tent of the barracks and asked his men for their opinions.

However, everyone just shook their heads, in the previous battles, they could still come up with one or two ideas, but today, in the face of a fortress with such terrain, even the most experienced centurion could only shake his head helplessly, indicating that his ability was limited. If you must storm this fortress, I am afraid that you will lose thousands of soldiers, and you may not be able to capture it. This is an act that does not outweigh the benefits. Even Tretus, who had always been competitive, sat in the corner and frowned, silent, obviously, with his age and experience, he had not yet reached this level and could solve the current dilemma.

"Okay, okay, since you don't have a way, then, it's up to me to decide the tactics of this battle."

Seeing that the crowd did not react, Apis announced loudly-

"Marcus, Odyssius, from tomorrow onwards, I will leave the barracks for a while, and you will build a protective wall along the creek with your respective legions, and protect the water first. Later, our fortress was built on the flat ground next to the road, and it was expanded until the past, although Antony's fortress was steep, but the walls on both sides were very narrow, which meant that the general guarding the fortress could not place too many soldiers on both sides of the fortress. Expand your fortress as if you want to approach their fortress, so that the soldiers defending the city will focus on your side, and if they send soldiers to hinder our fortifications, send cavalry to storm them. The meadow outside the valley was relatively flat, and Anthony's men helped us cut the vegetation so that we didn't chase them into the narrow trails. In that case, you will be shot by Tower's ranged weapons. ”

Teretus and Tiberius, among them, were eager to ask Appis - where are you going? But this looks like a military secret. Only Apis and Klein knew.