PS: A new January has begun, shamelessly begging for a monthly pass, xiexie support, '(*∩_∩*)′.

The rest of the cavalry, more than fifty horsemen in all, formed a diamond-shaped formation with a wide field of vision, and guided Calabis and the veteran hundred-man team, leaving the brigade and rushing in the established direction, "The center of the circle, with small rivers on all sides, is a very broken place, and there is a road on one side, and the other three sides are cliffs, and if they continue to move, they can only go straight along that road." A tax collector, familiar with him, rode a horse with a horseman, and said to Calabis, who was running on foot.

"You're roughly right, the captive also said, Taksele led the main cavalry and rushed towards Khersonnes in the southwest corner, where he needed water, timber and food." Calabis shouted backwards as he ran, "The whole army, attack quickly, like a veteran, complete the mission!" All the veterans, collectively whispered, and like the Greek warriors, with round shields on their backs and heavy spears, and some of them carrying captured Scythian spears, weapons with barbed heads, helmets and shoulder armor piled with hay and branches, and continued to walk silently.

With the tax collector leading the way, they did not encounter any difficulties along the way, through dense forests, mountain passes and streams, and did not even encounter the scout cavalry of Pontus, the indulgence of the previous days greatly reduced their vigilance, even if the armed reconnaissance of the Calabis brigade was defeated miserably yesterday, but the main Roman force marching along the mountain range towards Khersonnes today also made the Pontic people mistakenly believe that the goal of the Romans was to rescue Khersonnes. So the Pontic cavalry whistled. In knots. Around the team led by Hybrida, they launched harassing attacks, ready to drain their physical strength and will, and then gather in a suitable place to encircle and annihilate the Romans!

The arrows danced in the air in a variety of tracks, but the main column led by Hebrida, and the outer soldiers all raised their long shields with their right hands. Dressed in double chain mail, stuffed with thick clothing, and holding the weapons in their hands tightly so that the Scythians' bows and arrows would not hurt them too much, these soldiers lined up in long columns, covering their baggage and lightly armed troops on the inside, that is, on the side of the mountain, and when someone fell wounded, they were pulled into the queue until the Scythian light cavalry was too close. The scout cavalry swung their spears and drove them away. The entire team with the eagle banner was still stoically moving towards the southwest.

This "magnet" apparently attracted more and more Pontic cavalry to attack and harass, and they even gave up sacking villages and bazaars, and the prisoner of war cavalry was right, in order for Takselle to rush to take Khersonnes, these cavalry poured out of the nest and tried their best to stop the Romans from rescuing.

On the other hand, however, in the midst of the dense forests, the veterans of Calabis marched quietly like ghosts, silently approaching the center of the map board in advance, "In front of which is a hill covered with dense forests, and a river runs across it, stretching to the other side of the mountain, and when you turn it, you can see the road." This was the judgment of the tax collector, and Calabis nodded, and made a gesture - all the horsemen, fifty or so, dismounted, and put their horses' muzzles tightly on their mouths, which was the Celtic method, to prevent them from biting and barking, and then, with the veteran infantry as the forerunner, all in strict formation, began to face upwards, and went into the dense forest, in which the branches and foliage were dense, and only the light of the stars penetrated, and the feet of the men and horses stepped on the thick fallen leaves and pine branches, and made no sound.

They followed the tax collector's instructions and walked slowly and cautiously along a stream that was almost hidden by dead branches and leaves, towards the side of the hill.

"The stream forks here!" Some of the soldiers pointed to it and said to Calabis, who had caught up, that it was so, and Carabis pulled the tax collector and said, "Here, which fork leads to the other side of the hill?" The tax collector looked at the sky and then the earth, and looked at the darkness all around, and could only shake his head, indicating that he was not sure.

Arminius shouted why he didn't leave, and then he saw this scene, stunned for a while, and said, "It can only be divided into two teams, I will lead one team, and you will lead the other team." ”

"No, you can't disperse!" Calabis said with certainty that the number of these people at hand was enough to be scattered, especially not in this situation, and if they were scattered, they would probably not be able to gather.

At this moment, the situation that frightened everyone happened, and in the depths of the dense forest on the other side of the stream, there was a deafening sound, like the footsteps of people, and also like the sound of horses' hooves, and the Roman soldiers were as earth-colored as the earth, could it be that the Pontic people had discovered us!?

"Bow down!" Calabis knocked on the helmets of the flag-bearers behind them, and everyone understood, and one by one they crouched down, and all their spears and short swords were pointed down diagonally, so that they could not be found in battle, and they were all covered with hay and dead branches, and even if the Pontic came, they would not be able to be found until the distance was very close.

At the moment when Calabis's eyes froze, a thing jumped over on the other side of the stream, a thing with horns on its head, it was a majestic stag, and its body in the low air drew a beautiful arc, and it jumped over the stream at once, and in front of Calabis's eyes, it flew away, and then the whole herd of deer, like a school of cheerful fish, with a roar, jumped over the stream one by one, and Zuihou only had a gray fawn, which ran into the stream with some fear, and turned back and forth, He didn't dare to go ashore with his race, so he was alone, with big furry eyes, looking at Calabis with some grievance and helplessness, and shouting a language that humans couldn't understand.

"Biedong hand, let it go!" Calabis said as he pressed the hand of a soldier who was about to throw a spear.

The figure of the doe flashed over there, and with an anxious chirping, the fawn shook its little buttocks, glanced back at Calabis, and broke ashore with three strikes and five divisions, and vanished.

At this time, when Calabis's eyes shifted from the back of the fawn to the stream, and was about to raise his hand to call the troops to move on, he suddenly saw a rider wearing a mask and a cloak, with a striking white horse in his crotch, jumping down the stream like a ghost, and the horse's hooves stirring the sound of the water, when the rider saw Calabis standing on the opposite bank, dressed in the uniform of a Roman officer, he pulled down the reins and strangled his mount, watched quietly, stopped in the middle of the stream, and patted the neck of the mount that shook his ears, A low voice soothed it that was a little uneasy.

The loose sunlight after a light snow spread diagonally on the trees and the stream, and all the soldiers looked at each other when they saw their temporary battalion officer standing by the stream, staring at the strange rider, and could only hold the banner and lead the horse, and stand behind waiting for orders. (To be continued......)