In fact, Calabis could not care to run to the night battle, and in front of the fireworks pillar that soared into the sky, a group of Roman soldiers, pulling mules and horses and carrying artillery tools, were speeding towards the acropolis.

When the soldiers of the Acropolis identified them, they pulled up the fenced gates, and when they entered the midst of Karabis, they found that there was chaos everywhere, and the wounded soldiers of the Bosphorus sat in front of the steps of the small temple and groaned, and there was no one to treat them, and those who were not injured were running around in search of their vanished superiors and officers.

Marcha and Claudius, who looked nervous, actually appeared in the acropolis, as if waiting for Calabis to explain something, which made Calabis feel shocked and annoyed, he walked directly to the governor and lieutenant general with his subordinates, and after the military salute, he asked: "Your Excellency, I think your duty should be to stay in the city of Ponticabion, do a good job of defending the city and blockading the bay, I hope you have done a good job." ”

"Everything is fine, I heard that you were defeated on the front line because of poor command." Marcha deliberately put Calabis in the position of a "defeated general" first, and then said his true thoughts, "How, if the acropolis can't be defended, we must pull the main force into Ponticabion and defend my palace." ”

Calabis rose in a rage: "Just a thousand or so men, plus your defeated soldiers who are like frightened birds, Your Excellency, still want to hold Ponticabion, which is nearly twenty times long in circumference?" I told you a long time ago, the main force will hold the Acropolis, and then you will do a good job of blocking the bay - by the way, what about your ships, are there any sunken ships and wooden stakes!? Seeing that Marcha didn't say anything. Calabis turned to Claudius again and spread his hands. Claudius was even more innocent.

"You guys go quickly. Walking on the long bridge, what are you rubbing! "Quick, the ships of Pontus are coming soon, it's a headwind, they won't be soon, I'll stay on the Acropolis, and you'll quickly return to Ponticabion." It's still too late! Then he spat on the ground and almost scolded the "idiot".

In the early hours of the morning, at the head of the long bridge, the soldiers of the Bosphorus, their servants, and the officers were huddled together, and from time to time some people were squeezed into the sea, and on the small pier in the shape of a half-moon outside the acropolis, several small boats were rowing rapidly in the direction of Ponticabion, among them were Marcha and Claudius, who had blue faces and wrapped their heads in cloaks. Extremely nervous and depressed, the rest of the Roman legionnaires were checking their combat readiness at various posts on the Acropolis. Calabis and a few centurions stood in front of the dock, and then Calabis saw the trio of Helenputina in armor, and there was Niko leading the lamb cart behind, "Why did you bring Niko with you?" ”

The masked queen was a little hesitant, "I just thought she might be safer in the Acropolis." "Don't say so much!" Calabis jumped off the stone platform in three steps and two steps, pulled and kicked down a few royal eunuchs who wanted to pick up the only two small boats on the beach, and then beckoned to Helenputina, the Amazon Queen and Al Capa quickly came down, jumped on one, untied the cable, and rowed towards the center first, Ella picked up little Niko and jumped on the other one, Calabis picked up the bleating lamb and put it on the deck of the ship, "Good girl, hold it." ”

Niko, who was holding the lamb in her arms, looked at the man in panic with the same big antelope-like eyes as her mother, unable to utter a word.

"Calabis, don't worry, I'll take care of Niko!" Ella shouted.

On the other side, Helenputina, who was standing in the bow of the boat, lifted her visor and stared blankly at Calabis standing in the same place as the dock, he was being held by several pleading eunuchs, staring at Niko motionless, and her white horse, which was also standing spiritually on the mudflats and kicking back and forth, and it understood the distress of the mistress perfectly.

In the midst of Miaomiao, Calabis is getting farther and farther away from the queen and Niko.

The wind had already changed terribly, and Calabis suddenly heard the agitated drumming at the mouth of the bay, and he climbed up to the stone tower on the side of the pier, and saw the dense number of Pontus ships, hoisting their sails, heading unimpeded towards the bay - in front of them, there was only a simple iron cable across the bay, not to mention the stakes and sunken ships, even if it was located on a small island at the mouth of the bay, which could serve as a beacon for the command post of the navy, and there was no alarm signal at all.

"Bastard Marcha, bastard Claudius!" Carabis finally couldn't take it anymore and began to curse. He remembered the queen and Niko, so he took hold of the soft rope and descended directly from the tower, and fell into the muddy water of the tidal flat, and his face was covered with mud and blood, but he struggled to get up, and by this time the queen and Ella's boat was far from the shore, six or seven hundred Roman feet.

There were bursts of fire at the mouth of the bay, and the soldiers on the ships of Pontus first wrapped the torches on the iron cable and burned them, and then easily cut them with long axes and hooks and sickles, and the iron rope was split into several sections and fell into the water.

The next thing to suffer was the long bridge, which was designed to allow only small ships to pass underneath, but several of the monstrous ships of Pontus didn't care about this, and the terrible bronze ramming horns that protruded from their bows instantly smashed the body of the wooden bridge into pieces in several directions, and then the long bridge shook violently, and let out several loud and painful groans, carrying countless men and horses on the bridge deck, twisting and disintegrating in mid-air and on the water—no matter what, they all fell into the sea, large and small columns of water, dense as a forest.

It seemed that Claudius and Marcha's ships had crossed over, but the Queen's ships had not, and the waves set off by the destruction of the long bridge shook the two boats to the ground, and Calabis saw clearly, his little Niko, wet from the sea, was holding the lamb in her arms, crying with her mouth open, and Ella hugged her tightly and comforted something.

On the other side, Helenputina and Elkapa also held on to the side of the boat, bobbing up and down, trying to keep their balance.

On the whole choppy sea, the two grasshopper-like boats seemed so helpless, and Calabis was very remorseful, knowing that Marcha and Claudius were so corrupt, he should have taken the queen and Niko's hands, and left the mother and son in the Acropolis in spite of his own reserve. (To be continued......)