"Try, try!?" Adiana was a little flustered, but she was too thirsty, "Okay, then let's start the action, hurry up, you turn your head and touch it." ”

Calabis snickered, held back the pain, and twisted his swollen head, Adina's virgin face was extremely beautiful in the moonlight, and her chestnut hair was dyed with a hazy halo under the moonlight, but her eyes were full of disgust: "Hurt you, Calabis, even more disgusting and ugly, clay jar" Before she finished speaking, her lips were quickly "pecked" by Carabis, and then detached with a blow.

Adiana stayed for a moment, then muttered: "If you can touch it, go and feed me with water." Calabis did as he was told, and then with water in his mouth, Adiana obediently met with her lips—and the two men's mouths touched again.

Because of the unskillfulness and panic, a lot of water overflowed, and it flowed on Adina's chin and neck, "Idiot Calabis, how did you do it?" You cover my mouth with your mouth, don't you. ”

"Yes!" Calabis said firmly in his heart, and then snorted like an elephant's trunk for the second time, and then like a snail's horn, slowly stretched out to Adina's soft little mouth, and then violently opened it, tightly holding the little red lips of the princess in his mouth, "Woo woo" Adiana was a little embarrassed, instinctively pushed the little fragrant tongue up, and "entangled" with the tongue of Calabis who delivered water.

Soon, the "water channel" built by the two people through their lips was running very violently, and there was a slight tsk sound.

After the separation, after Adiana swallowed the water, her heart pounded, and Calabis also had a heart throb, temporarily stopped moving, gasped, and waited for Adina's reaction.

In less than a minute, Adiana said sternly: "Calabis, don't let your cowardice delay the noble master's request to continue drinking water, continue, hurry." Calabis nodded repeatedly, drew the water again, and then gently bit the other's lips and sent them into Adiana's throat.

I don't know how long it took, the water was gone, but the lips of the two were still glued together, rubbing back and forth, humming, and Calabis only felt that the faint fragrance of Adeana's snort had penetrated into his nostrils, like an aphrodisiac elixir.

"Bastard, what the hell are you doing!" Adiana, who finally reacted, used her forehead as a weapon and knocked Calabis back.

Calabis felt that the wound was clear and clear, and it didn't hurt so much anymore, and he took a few deep breaths, rejoicing that he had successfully changed his career after getting rid of his status as a senior magician.

Adiana on the other side couldn't see her expression clearly, and could only hear her breathing a little cramped, and asked a question that almost squirted from Calabis for a long time: "Calabis, do you say, can a lowly slave man and woman like you get such noble pleasure when they feed each other water?" ”

"No, Your Highness the Princess, this sweetness can only be possessed when you engage in such an act with a noble woman like you." Calabis slapped the ass hard in Greek.

"Sure enough." Adiana was very satisfied with Calabis's answer, then looked up and sighed, and asked, "Calabis, you said that if the legion sets out tomorrow, will that centurion continue to punish us?" ”

"It's hard to say, tomorrow's things will be done tomorrow."

When the sun rose again the next day, Calabis opened his eyes, the wound continued to ache, and his bound hands were already unconscious in agony—the tent was full of the noise of the encampment slaves, but everyone was making preparations for the march, and no one dared to visit the two Calabies, let alone bring food and water.

An angry Calabis cried out, and Adiana next to him was silent, perhaps fainting from weakness.

Scolding and scolding, Calabis slowly lost his strength, his eyes became trance, no, if he goes on like this, before the army can be opened, he will starve to death or die of thirst, I want to live, I want to live.

There was a sound of a mule's nose, it was the "owl", it was secretly untied by several slaves, and slowly walked in front of Calabis, Calabis rolled his eyes and looked at it blankly, "Hey, man, all right"

The owl shot unhurriedly and heartily in front of Calabis, and shot a big bubble of urine, "Man, great, man, you saved me." Calabis was grateful, and then, in a fit of rage, stretched his neck and tongue, and licked the owl's urine lifelessly.

Suddenly, there was a reflection of the urine in front of him, it was the light of the sword, and Calabis could actually hear the sound of the dagger unsheathed - it's over, could it be that Hebrida has come to kill me? He raised his head slightly, and a pair of slender legs wearing shin armor appeared in front of him, and as he moved his gaze upward, it was a scorching sun, and he couldn't see the person's face clearly, but it was certainly not Highbrid.

"Slaves who drink horse urine, it's really funny." The man spoke, in a cynical tone, and then the light of the sword slid down in an instant—and Calabis closed his eyes fiercely

"Thorn," the sword cut the ropes from him and Adiana, and both Calabis fell to the ground, and the man laughed again, sheathed his sword, and then turned and departed, to the camp where Hebrida was, leaving only Calabis with a tall and thin back.

A moment before the Seventh Legion was opened, Calabis and Adiana hid behind the tent, while the soldiers and ten-captains were checking their equipment, and no one paid any attention to them. Potty brought barley cakes and water, and the two people, especially Adiana, didn't care about their identity at all, and directly tore and bit and devoured them with their dirty hands.

Up to the moment the troops marched in, Heybrida had not bothered them, and it seemed that the centurion had almost forgotten about it—Potty had served him well the previous night, and he was in a better mood after the young officer who had cut the rope had left.

The encampment slaves followed behind the column of soldiers, and this time Luculas gave the order to march in armor—the soldiers of the Seventh Legion, each carrying a pickaxe with a shield, a bundle of blankets, a cloak, two javelins, chain drapes, helmets, daggers strapped, and straps around their waists, and undershirts dyed with the insignia of the Seventh Legion.

The seventh, that is, the emblem of the Bacchus regiment is very unique, that is, the image of Bacchus, a simplified human form, a sheep's head and leg of sheep, surrounded by grapevines, and a huge exaggerated ** towering high, this image is imprinted on the battalion flag of each brigade in a grand manner.

Behind the dust raised by the footsteps as the soldiers' column stepped on the dirt road and walked towards the eastern sky, wisps of green smoke were still rising from the city of Amesus, which had survived the catastrophe.

"Trumpeter, play the legion's anthem!" Highburda was in high spirits and shouted.

The trumpeters in front of the column puffed out their cheeks and played tick-tock with a curved horn shaped like a "C" in their hands, and soon the soldiers of the Seventh Regiment of the Hundred Men sang in unison:

"Don't trust the philosopher, he tricks you into meditating in a barrel;

Then go to bed with your wife.

Don't trust the doctor, he tricked you into taking out the copper coins in your money bag;

And then kill you in a grand way.

Don't trust the governess, he tricks your son into going to school;

But he used ** to send it into your son's back door.

Only believe in the Legion, only in the Legion.

Trust only Bacchus, only Bacchus.

We fought for our fathers (patriarchs), killed the men of the enemy army, raped fat women, and robbed them of wine, all of which were the sense of honor that our fathers taught us.

Fathers, give me a bushel of fine wine, and I will plunder you for three thousand tarrants;

Fathers, give me three thousand tarents of gold, and I'd rather exchange them for a bushel of fine wine. ”

"This is also a military song!?" Calabis sat on the mule cart and complained fiercely in his heart.

At this time, the soldiers of the Seventh Legion stopped singing again, and whistled and laughed loudly at the marching column next to them. Calabis and Adiana looked at each other, and the column there was obviously different from the legionary soldiers, it was the auxiliary legion of the Italian Samoneites and Masi, a total of eight brigades, also following Lucuras, these soldiers were obviously a notch behind the regular Roman legions in weapons and armor, and many of them wore simple Greek helmets with goose feathers, only a bronze cuirass tied to their bodies, and some of them held Greek swords and some of them held short spears.

"Romans, you two consuls were as majestic as you when they passed through the Gate of Thorns of the wheels with bare butts, throwing down their weapons!" Not to be outdone, the Samoneans were ironic about their glorious defeat of the Roman army, but that was more than 200 years ago (the Second Samonean War, 321 BC).

You came and went, and the noise was steaming, and it seemed that people forgot the fatigue of the march - "Hey, Calabis, cunning amphora, don't forget what I told you before, go back to Calabi at once, and pay attention to the whereabouts of my mother's little tiara." On the mule cart, Adiana was still haunted, "If this succeeds, I will make you the personal slave of this princess, and you can also consider doing last night's again, that, that." ”