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"Little Niko doesn't need a father, and we Amazonian women don't need it." Helenputina fastened her visor and rode back into the forest on her white steed.

Seeing the Queen's attitude, Ella shook her head, and had to leave with Elkapa.

Follow the cavalry! This is the order given by Calabis after the successful surprise attack and burning of the Tak Schiller baggage camp, he himself put on his tube pants and lay on a relatively docile mule, a cavalryman led the mule with a rope, and ran up with the battalion officer, riding over the donkey's Calabis, only then did he feel how cute the little donkey was that he was slowly trotting, this terrible harness that he put on temporarily, this animal that ran in a rage, was a great torture to his whole body, especially his buttocks and two thighs, no wonder the dismounted cavalry, Most of them are lap legs, and he can't help but admire the cavalry who didn't even have stirrups in this era.

At the junction, the group suddenly divided into three groups and rushed out in a scattered manner, aiming to rendezvous with the main column of High-Brid, the cavalry leaders of each leader, with a plank with a map hanging from their belts, and a tax collector who was responsible for guiding them. Beforehand, Calabis marked the route of the scattered retreat, handed it over to the tax collector and the cavalry leader, and the three groups of men and horses had scattered points, small assembly points, and then set up large assembly points, and then drove the main column led by Hebrida along the mountain range.

Along the way, there were only sporadic Pontus cavalry squads, most of which were originally on raiding and patrolling missions, and they were quickly dispersed and expelled. The leader of the cavalry of Karabis's team. In front of a wasteland. He reined in his horse and waved the flag of the tongue of fire in his hand behind him, and then the tax collector gasped, and then the sky was overcast again, the sun disappeared, and the snowflakes gradually became denser and fiercer, "Which way?" The tax collector, who was on the mule horse, was led feebly, and fell on his saddle and did not move.

Snowflakes and ice particles swept across Calabis's face. Everyone's mounts spewed out large clouds of smoke from their mouths, their armor and hats were covered with thick ice crystals, and they continued to run, and some of them accidentally fell off their mules and horses, and some of them pushed him up again, until they saw the gray mountains in the snow, and they were relieved.

Towards evening, the three teams of men and horses successively caught up with the main column of the Thirteenth Army Corps, and the losses were very small, which was to mark the retreat route in advance. The result of the effective organization of the commander of the troops. In the wind and snow, the main column sent alert troops in all directions. The rest of the soldiers and slaves were quickly setting up temporary camps with pre-fixed haode wooden fences.

In the tent, in the dim light of the fire, Calabis and Arminius, wrapped in a blanket and covered with melted snow under their feet, stared at the brazier, their eyes glazed over, and they could not utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Seeing that a few people couldn't come up with words, Hebrida spoke directly: "Our superiority over Takschill has been established, all their grain and straw have been burned by us, and all their money has been robbed by us, and they are now just a bunch of poor worms riding cattle - the next step is to block this Pontic cavalry before Takschill retreats from Khersonnes, and we have to force a march in the snow." ”

Calabis's eyes were fixed on Hybrida, who was still there "shivering", Zuihou took a lot of effort, nodded, and then pointed to a group of tax collectors who were also trembling there, and Hybrida understood, and shouted to the tax collectors: "Our legion, we want to collect your taxes. The tax collector rubbed his ears to show that they did not understand the Roman slang of Haybrida, and a soldier who knew Greek spoke to them.

The group shook their heads wildly, expressing their resolute disobedience, and one of them, who seemed to be in the nature of a tax collector, also glanced at the chief of the Bosphorus clan who had come to attend, and the chief of the clan cleared his throat and explained to the Romans: "The city of Ponticabion has just come to envoys, and the great army of Pontus has crossed the strait with ships and approached the acropolis. Therefore, we had to abandon the attack on Tak Schiller and rush back to support the Acropolis. ”

Hearing this, Calabis trembled even more, but his eyes were visibly congested, a kind of annoyed congestion, and he stood up tremblingly, and held up the gilded baton he had obtained in Ponticabion, and suddenly struck the head of the eye-catching tax collector with his hand, and then crawled all over the ground.

Several centurions immediately blocked the exit of the camp tent, drew their fighting swords, and their eyes showed a fierce light, and the chiefs of the Bosphorus clan saw this, and stretched out their hands, indicating that they had no intention of resisting the infighting. "I said a long time ago that I would do my best to defend the Acropolis, and dig trenches to prevent the Pontus from breaking through the strait, and Marcha didn't listen, and came to help you tax collectors, our legions swished, and became tax guards, although you contributed to the map, but these taxes, including the plundering of the Pontic baggage camp, now I declare that all belong to the Roman legions" In anger, the words spoken by Calabis were like ice cubes, and could not be dissolved.

When the tax collector was called, he said, "Everything will be done according to the arrangement of the allies!" ”

As a result, another stick hit him directly on the elbow, causing him to kneel on the ground and twitch in pain, "Your country is not an ally, it is a vassal country!" Calabis threw the gilded stick on the ground, and was about to open his mouth to draft a jihua for the centurions, but he shivered with cold, and there were so many words that he could only stomp his numb foot and signal Haybrida to dictate.

Hybrida made a gesture: "At the top of the southwest corner of the entire peninsula, the city of Khersonnes is a headland, mobilize the camp from now on, and at the speed of a rapid march, block Taksyl between the city and the headland, surround and annihilate them!" Now in the army, all the tax money is at the disposal of the regiments, and every soldier, including the soldiers of the Bosphorus, is to be given a hundred drachmas, and the slaves of the army are to be given twenty drachmas, and all the artillery of the brigade is to be carried, and no baggage is to be abandoned. ”

In the camp, in the midst of a blizzard, the soldiers opened the money box that should have belonged to the governor of the Bosphorus, and there were shining coins and treasures flowing out of it, and all the brigades and servant troops, divided according to their heads, stuffed their luggage or backpacks one by one, and then all the ten-division commanders of the camp tent threw the soldiers' luggage with the coins in the tent and kept them in a centralized custody, "Come back after the victory in the battle, and if you can't come back, you will use it as a pension." This is the most effective way to prevent soldiers from fleeing on the march. (To be continued......)