The pulley on the battlements squeaked and rolled, and the chain links followed it rapidly, pulling into the city in the sound of the trumpet, and the exclamation of the Bronze Shield Army's corner crashing car was directly hung upright, and quickly "climbed" up against the city wall, and many Bronze Shield soldiers jumped up bravely, grabbed the car and dragged it down, and wrestled with the Romans over there, at this time, many clay pots were thrown from behind the battlements, and they were smashed on the car, and the "Miti Oil" contained in it was stained everywhere, and the two Roman soldiers stretched out with a long wooden pole wrapped in a lit rag at the top," With a bang, the entire crash suddenly turned into a crimson ball of fire, and the bronze shield soldiers with the flames on their bodies could only jump down again and roll down the slope to extinguish the fire on their bodies.

After a day of back and forth, the Bronze Shield made no progress, and the next day when they got up from their camp, they found that in front of yesterday's slope, the Romans had demolished some of the buildings in the city and raised the wall by nearly ten Roman feet!

At this time, even the face of the governor Minander could not be hung up, but fortunately, Mithridates was ready to take the great flagship and move from the sea to the city of Punti Kabiang, the princess Adiana accompanied her father, and at the same time Philip and Biduita served as the captains of the guard.

"Bixia is one step ahead, and after I take care of the military assets, I will follow." Stratonis hugged and kissed the King of the Black Sea, "Please forgive me, please forgive me." Patheus also smiled and stood next to his sister.

Mithridates' great flagship, a huge ship rowed by fifteen hundred oarsmen, was far more valuable than practical in the eyes of Adiana, or to put it bluntly, in addition to wasting the skilled sailors that should have been placed on the battleship. It's useless. Adeanna nicknamed it the "Big Mill".

Adiana on deck. Seeing the Acropolis gradually "receding", there was silence.

After the "Great Millstone" had anchored in front of the semicircular pier of Ponticabion, and surrounded by a crowd of attendants and guards, he entered Mithridatis, where his son had been in the palace, and although his steps were still a little lame, he was in a very good mood, and when he sat down on the jewel-encrusted seat, he gave a clear order: "Is Marcha still waiting for my forgiveness outside the city?" ”

The servants bowed. Yes, your concubine has sent a message to him before, and he has been begging for your magnanimity in fear.

"Poor fool." Mithridates tapped his finger and instructed Philip, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs, "Since your sister has done something for him, I have decided to forgive him this time, zuihou once." Then Philip humbly smiled and took the order.

When he rubbed shoulders with Adiana, he saw the appeal in Adiana's eyes.

In a ruined village outside Ponticabion, Marcha sat on his knees under a broken tree blackened by smoke and fire, with his eyebrows hanging down. There were only two mules left by his side, carrying a small salute. The servants and guards had fled, and no one wanted to follow him anymore, and the tip of his nose was red, and he exhaled two puffs of mist, and raised his head - the present governor of the Bosphorus, if he did not look closely, would surely be regarded by the uninformed as a lowly herdsman, without a brilliant golden crown, without silk clothes, without a scepter in his hand, who would recognize your nobility? So much so that at times, Marcha could not figure out whether he was working on these things or whether they were playing tricks on him, and now it seemed that the latter was more likely.

A ewe bleated, and His Excellency the Doge followed the voice, yes, there was a companion in his ranks, the one who held the ewe's ass and thrust non-stop, the lieutenant of the Thirteenth Roman Legion, Balbus. Claudius, this fellow is now full of beard, and because he has not fulfilled his desires for several days, he saw this surviving ewe and came down to "humanely", and asked me to wait for him under this tree.

"How does it feel?" Marcha asked when he saw Claudius tremble a few times and kicked away the crowing ewe.

"It's okay, it's just that it's too dry and hot." Claudius, the good fellow, went around his arm twice, came over, hung the dagger with the strap on his waist, and then drew the blade and walked towards the ewe.

Knowing that he was going to kill the ewes to satisfy his hunger, Marcha clapped his hands and stood up, saying, "Let it go, it reminds me of my mother." ”

Claudius turned his head, squeezed his eyes, and made an inexplicable feeling towards the Governor of the Bosphorus, "May I ask if you are crazy, describe Lingtang like that!"

"What's the matter, didn't you Romans grow up drinking wolf milk?" Marcha looked at the wandering ewe, and muttered, "I have inherited my mother's appearance, and you should understand it by now—my father was like you, and it was only for the sake of his desires when he was in trouble, otherwise he would not have wanted the body of the ugly daughter of an ordinary chief." My mother could never be compared to Adiana's mother, Manime, or my father's favorite concubine, Stratonis, who, even after I was born, lived in the wilderness of the country, and my father never allowed her to set foot in the splendid palace, and until her miserable death, I was taken into Sinop for an education, but my father thought that my blood was half coarse and dirty, and he sometimes called me a brute, and made fun of me in front of his servants. No, now, I have to beg for his forgiveness again. ”

"Well, you probably should have listened to the advice of the envoy of the Calabis Legion." Claudius put the dagger back into its scabbard, "Alright, you wait here for pardon." But I'm not going back with you. ”

"Weishenme, this kingdom is finished, how long have you been wandering in the wilderness? That advance party of yours won't last long in the Acropolis. Besides, I heard that you didn't betray information to my father before. ”

Claudius climbed on his horse and said, "A Roman will never be foolish twice, and I will never take refuge in Pontus, and I can ask for mercy, but I cannot leave the city of Rome, where my beloved is waiting." ”

Just as the two were about to say goodbye, Claudius suddenly saw that the village was surrounded on all sides by light horsemen with flags and bows and arrows, and the ewe, as if feeling in danger, bleated and ran behind the broken wall in the ruins.

"Looks like I'm going to beg for mercy again." Claudius smiled bitterly, flipped off his horse, raised his hand to untie the dagger and the sword, and plunged them into the ground one by one, indicating that he had no intention of resisting. Several soldiers came up and tied the hands of the lieutenant general of the regiment with ropes, and Marcha slowly stood up by the trunk of the tree, waiting for his father's order to pardon.

Dressed in a splendid cloak, Philip rode out of the array, walked in front of Marcha, dismounted, and saluted, "Your Excellency, I have come to convey Bixia's decision on your disposition. (To be continued......)