When he heard Petronius say that the map was from three hundred years ago, he rolled his eyes, "You are all old calendars!" ”

"Old Yellow Calendar?" Maximin and Petronius clearly did not understand the meaning of the word.

"Master, I mean it's outdated!" Shen Wu rolled his eyes, "Seris is much more now than it was three hundred years ago. Their westernmost border is no longer Liangzhou, but the Qiang Autonomous Prefecture. ”

"What does this mean?" Petronius asked.

"That means it won't take us that long to get to Seris. He held the distance in his hand, and continued: "Cross this next door, walk for another three days to reach the border of Seris, cross the border and walk for two days, and it is the state of Yangcheng in Qiang Autonomous Prefecture." It's a shopping paradise, and you can buy all the products of Seris in the huge market in Yangcheng. Of course, if the old man wants to buy good silk, it is best to go to Chang'an or Luoyang. ”

"Wow, Seris has finally arrived." The accompanying Roman soldiers and Roman merchants breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, and at the same time their hearts burned with a deep sense of anticipation. What would Seris look like? Is it really as the Sabbaths say? How did they weave beautiful silk? What a magical country?

He glanced at the excited Romans, looking smug. In a whisper in the Guizi dialect, which the Romans did not understand, "A group of turtles who have never seen the world." ”

While the merchants of Rome were excited about their imminent arrival, Maximin and Petronius were shocked by the vastness of Seris's territory and military might.

According to Shen Wu, three hundred years ago, the western frontier of Seris was Xiliang, and now it is the Qiang Autonomous Prefecture. It takes nearly a month to travel from the west to the west of the Qiang Autonomous Prefecture to the frontier, which shows how big the Qiang Autonomous Prefecture is. At the same time, the conquest of such a large area of land also proves that Seris is very powerful, even comparable to the great Rome.

Thinking of this, Petronius couldn't help but get excited, looking forward to seeing Seris's soldiers. On the other hand, Maximin was a little worried that the total territory occupied by the Roman Empire in the past five hundred years was not as large as that of the Qiang Autonomous Prefecture of Seris, and that the strength of the Seris people was beyond Rome's imagination, and he was very worried that this huge eastern empire would be unfavorable to Rome in the future.

But on second thought, Seris was tens of thousands of miles away from Rome, more than a year away. [Marshmallow wants to read almost all the books.,It's much more stable and faster than the general station.,There's no ads in the whole text.] There are still many great powers between the two countries, such as Sabbath and Kushan, that no matter how strong Seris is, he will not be able to threaten Rome itself.

Thinking of this, Maximin's worries disappeared in an instant, and turned into a deep expectation. As the most powerful empire in the West, Rome wanted to forge a friendly alliance with the equally powerful Eastern civilization against the greedy Kushan and Sabbatarians.

While thinking about it, the sun was three poles, and the time was already noon. At this time, it stands to reason that the empty Gobi Desert should become warm under the bright sun. But today's climate was extraordinary, and the cold wind blew vigorously into the robes of the Romans, making them shiver for a while. The wind and sand that obscure the sky and the sun rise in all directions, dyeing the sky and the earth in a hazy gray and yellow color.

"What's going on?" Petronius asked.

Shen Wu comforted him and said, "Master, don't worry! It's okay, it's a storm in the desert. We're on the edge of the desert now, and we're not going to be affected. ”

Maximin tightened his robe, trembled and said, "But the wind is too strong." Tell me to find a shelter in front of you and rest in place. Wait until the wind and sand have passed before continuing on your way. ”

"Master, listen to me." Shen Wu hurriedly dissuaded, "This road under our feet is the least windy and sandy, and it is the first choice for merchants to go to Seris." However, at the same time as the merchants gathered, there were also many wicked people who coveted the wealth of the merchants, and often formed a team of horse thieves to plunder, so they must not rest here. Not only can he not rest, but he must hurry up, and when he crosses the Gobi, he will be fine when he reaches the control range of Seris in two days. It's not too late to rest. ”

Maximin asked, "Are the horse thieves so rampant, the Turtles and Seris, don't they care about them?" ”

"Back to the master." Shen Wu explained: "This area is an endless desert and next door, and Guizi and Seris are too lazy to occupy it, and it is a blank space between countries, and naturally no one cares about it. ”

Maximin nodded, "I see." More is better than less, let's keep going! ”

What Maximin didn't expect was that just as they were heading east.

A team of more than a thousand elite horse thieves was quietly approaching them. In the middle of the night, when the Roman mission had been on the road for a day, people were sleepy.

Suddenly, the Elite Man emerged from the windswept night, screaming and slaughtering the Roman mission.

Seeing this, Petronius drew his short sword from his waist, raised his arms and shouted: "Array to meet the enemy." ”

The more than 200 Roman soldiers guarding around Maximin took their swords from their carts, formed their formations, and stared at the horse thieves who were eyeing them.

"General, what about those merchants?" On this trip, the Roman mission was followed by hundreds of caravans and merchants of noble families, and Maximin couldn't help but worry about these unarmed people.

"There are too many horse thieves to take care of them." Faced with more than a thousand horse thieves, Petronius was on the verge of a formidable enemy. Even though they were accompanied by the most skilled warriors in the Roman army, after crossing the desert and crossing the Gobi, they were extremely tired. The combat power has plummeted, and even self-protection has become a problem, let alone protecting others.

The accompanying Romans soon saw that their legates were about to abandon them, and cried out to the Imperial soldiers for their safety.

"General Petronius, please save us!"

"General Petronius, if you can help me survive this catastrophe, shall I give you half of my wealth?" At a critical moment, people immediately recognize the importance of life and wealth.

"Petronius. My father is a member of the Senate, and I command you to keep me safe. ”

Petronius wanted to save everyone's lives, but he only had about 200 exhausted soldiers at his disposal, and he couldn't protect everyone.

The only thing he could do to help the Roman caravans was to gather them together and let them circle their chariots and horses around to form a temporary defensive chariot formation.

No sooner had the formation of the chariots than the elite horses rushed forward, and with a shout, they threw out the first round of cavalry shots.

In the face of the sharp three-edged arrows with blood grooves bought from Huaxia by the elite people, the Roman soldiers under Petronius could say that there were few casualties under the dual protection of the chariot array and shield. The merchants of Rome were scolded, and dozens of them were shot into a sieve on the spot, including the senator's son.

The Romans were in a panic for a moment, and the cries and screams came and went.

"Let them stop running, the faster they run, the faster they die. Find good cover and hide, hide. Maximin shouted loudly, but in the midst of the confusion, his voice was soon drowned out by screams and shouts of killing, and the Roman merchants and their servants fled in all directions. As a result, instead of saving his life, he became a living target for horse thieves.

"Shoot back, shoot back." At the command of Petronius, the crossbowmen of the Roman army fired arrows in a counterattack.

However, despite their accuracy in archery, they were able to shoot down only about 30 horse thieves due to their limited numbers. This casualty is completely negligible for a horse thief with a size of 1,000 people.

"Throw a spear." According to Roman tradition, Petronius issued a series of military orders. Fifty Roman soldiers threw their spears at the galloping horses.

Fifty elite horse thieves fell from their horses and were trampled into meat sauce by the iron hooves that followed.

After two rounds of spear throwing, the horse thieves struck directly in front of the Roman army. The white-knuckle battle has officially begun.

In the process, the Roman soldiers fully demonstrated their unparalleled military qualities. Although they did not have the advantage in numbers, they relied on a solid military formation and skillful cooperation, and they did not fall behind at all.

In the face of the surging horse thieves, they use their short swords in one hand and small shields in the other, block the enemy's blades with their shields, and quickly take shelter and pierce the short swords into the enemy's body.

The action is both coherent and fast, and the horse thief who kills is on his back.

The leader of the horse thieves quickly noticed that this caravan was different, and also saw that they were definitely not mercenaries hired by merchants, but real soldiers. The shivering people behind them who hide under the wheels are the real businessmen.

Thinking of this, the horse thief quickly found a breakthrough to annihilate this caravan. With a roar, the horse thief, who had been in confusion under the head-on attack of the Roman army, broke away from the station, and made a detour to both sides like a gust of wind, turning to kill the Roman merchant at the rear of the caravan.

Petronius wanted to divide his troops to rescue but did not have enough troops, and for a while he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

Faced with the surging horse thieves, the nobles and merchants from Rome were terrified. For the first time, they felt that death was so close to them, and what made them even more deplorable was ...... They were about to arrive at Seris, but they died here.

Just when the Romans were on the verge of despair, countless torches flashed in the depths of the night under the cover of the long dust and mist. The torches came from far and near, and the earth trembled.

The rumbling hooves of horses were deafening, and the shrill neighing of horses resounded in the sky.

The horse thief, who was deeply immersed in the pleasure of plundering, was stunned, turned his head to look into the distance, and when he saw the banner held high by the comer, his face suddenly lost blood.

At the orders of their leader, they quickly halted the siege of the Romans and retreated to a Roman convoy a hundred paces away to regroup and form a defensive formation.

Maximin looked at the cavalry team coming from the east with a sweat on his head, and secretly complained in his heart, "The wolf didn't drive away, and the tiger came again!" Today, this hurdle is not passable. ”

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