"The servant sometimes brought in a courteous high prostitute, sometimes a shy handsome young man, and sometimes his wife." - Greek historians of the fourth century BC depicting the lascivious banquets of the Etrunians

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As the wounds grew, and the dead bodies of the horses lay under the battlements, Juniper Ville could not bear it any longer, and he began to tell his men to begin assembling several bronze kits, and then pouring rice and oil into them, in the rhythm of using a modified bellows cannon. Originally, Li Bida asked the attached cavalry brigade to carry two of these things, ready to deal with the possible Hashdi River fleet on the river, but Anthony was very disgusted with this thing, and had a respectful attitude towards ghosts and gods, so he never liked his subordinates to mention this thing, anyway, it was disassembled and let the mules and horses carry it, and it was good to try not to get this thing when fighting.

Now, in the cluster of arrows, Juniper Vier could not care so much, and quickly erected two bellows cannons, one facing the gap in the battlement, where the Hashhitis would be the focus of their next attack, and the other facing the water.

"What are you doing, using this disgusting thing." Antony angrily slammed the floor on Junisonville's shoulder, and it was clear that in the eyes of the military tribune, ballista shooting with flint shells was a scholastic truth, and that the jar that could spew a whole flame was a deviant monster.

"No matter how disgusting it is, now we have to use it, the number of casualties is close to half, and the road to reinforcements seems to be cut off. Only rely on this to hold on! Junisonville unceremoniously pushed Anthony away. Strictly order his subordinates to light the bellows cannon.

Then. Hundreds of Hashids in armor and torches approached the open gaps in the crescent-shaped battlements, and then a thunderclap sounded in the air, and a thunderbolt-like red light swept by, illuminating a radius of several stadias, and the first blow almost grazed the scalps of all the Hashids, but many also stayed in place with their weapons, and then before they could react. The second adjusted fire dragon slammed directly into the middle of the crowd, and in an instant, the scorching sound of flesh rose, and countless burned people scurried around like moving flesh torches. This power, this feeling of rebellion, Anthony, who stayed behind the firelight-lit battlements, and even Juniconville, were stunned.

Then, in the third and fourth blows, the entire Hashidi shock force was burned like ants on a hot pot, scattering in all directions, and the body was invincible to the power of the flames.

Subsequently. In addition to the flames burning everywhere on the battlefield, there are also dense corpses. There was silence.

Within a sixth of a moment, the shrill trumpets of the trumpets frightened Antony and Junisonville half to death, for the sound was rapidly approaching from the rear, at first chaotic, and then dense and rhythmic—this was the thousand-man squad of High-Bridder, most of them scarred, breaking through the interceptions along the way, entering the abandoned barracks, and seeing the fire and corpses all over the ground, this one could not help but be stunned, if he had been a day or two late, entangled in the nameless fortress of the mountain cliff, I am afraid that Antony's two thousand men would really be here.

After the two sides were connected, they were all nested in the barracks, under the green smoke, the twilight was deep, and it seemed that the Hashhitis had retreated a lot, so Antony said directly to Hebrida, "The remnants of the two infantry wings are under your leadership, and I will ride with the Gauls in front to open the way home, and you will serve as the rearguard." ”

Without thinking much about it, Hybrida gave a military salute to Anthony, and then began to set up the battle line, leaving the two bellows cannon Anthony for him, and then took hundreds of Vibichinas who could still fight on horseback, and took advantage of the low night to rush to the cliff behind.

At noon the next day, Antony's cavalry, each of whom was not like a ghost or a ghost, staggered to meet Peternius' brigade, and Peternius, after understanding the situation a little, asked to send troops, and then went in to pick up the holding Hebrida, and Antony and Faobinus volunteered at the same time, willing to turn back.

It wasn't until the early hours of the third day that they finally came out, and before Highburda left, he smashed and dismantled the two bellows cannons at the same time and threw them into the Tostone River.

In this battle, Li Bida's reckless plan was completely bankrupt, not only failed to raid the Yazda fortress according to the original plan, but was ambushed by a series of people, and suffered heavy losses, and everyone was most fortunate that the Hashid believers were still a rabble, if it was a warlike tribe in the desert, or a strong army in the civilized world, whether it was the chief thousand-man brigade of the Thirteenth Legion, or the attached cavalry brigade, plus several auxiliary brigades, it would really be lost in this gentle and beautiful river valley.

Li Bida, who was standing next to the Apollo Spring, was very dull and silent, and finally he decided to stick to the winter camp, treat the wounded, and not take any military measures against the Yazda fortress for the time being.

Even Hebrida's request to uproot the nameless fortress of that cliff was sternly vetoed by Li Bida, and all battles were fought in the spring season, and then in one go.

The fortress of Yazda was full of jubilation, and in the corners of the terrace were a large pile of things abandoned by the Romans, helmets, cloaks, shields, weapons, etc. Ankit came here to celebrate the victory with everyone. Subsequently, he demanded that Partion withdraw his garrison of the Nameless Fortress and concentrate the main forces to hold on, because no matter how stupid the Romans were, they probably would not be fooled a second time.

"What is new about the other side in this battle, compared to that group of Cyrene city-state army?" In the pile of booty, David casually held up a flame tongue flag, and asked Partiang and the others who accompanied him.

"Indeed, they have something that can spew out extremely long flames and burn our soldiers, like thunder and lightning in the night." Partion didn't hide anything.

David. Ankit frowned, tried to think according to the description of his subordinates, and then he walked quickly to the top of the fortress and the battlements, staring at the naval base in the belly of the mountain and the inlet on the opposite bank, and the external protection was to use several Roman feet of wooden stakes, enclosed in a half-moon circle, and hung with iron chains in the middle.

"That won't work, bring stones and bricks from Cyrene as soon as possible, build a moon-shaped wall around this stake, and build a tower, and lay ballistas and fuel."

After a while, Pattaon looked at him, and then said, "This valley corridor has only timber and earthwork, and no qualified stone. ”

"That's why I ordered these things to be brought from Cyrene." David. Ankit was puzzled.

Several people looked at each other, and then said, "The High Priest James has issued a new fatwa forbidding us to use coins with pagan totems, whether gold, silver, or copper, so that even if we import them from the island of Cyprus, the merchants will not do it." (To be continued......)