The whole camp of Pontus was like a pot of steaming porridge, and in the camp of the Romans, Appis climbed the tower with an incredible look, looking at the chaotic Pontus with incredible eyes, and saw a group of people rushing in their own direction among the staggered arrows, they were all wearing dirty legionary sweatshirts, and people kept falling from arrows, but they were still screaming and running. "It's the triad that escorted the royal daughter of Pontus before." Elcapa looked twice with her eagle eyes and said to Appis.

Appis nodded hurriedly, then put on his round helmet and said to the people next to him: "Send a signal to Sonajus on the other side of the camp, and let them prepare a spherical offensive to rescue the captured people of the third wing of the Seventh Legion!" ”

At this moment, the main force of the Eighth Army Corps, the seven brigades, which were lined up on the edge of the barracks, also saw this incredible scene, and basically all the soldiers stood up, ready to engage in battle, and waited for the order of the tribun or centurion. When Sonajus under the Eagle Banner, he heard the ticking trumpet from Apis on the camp, and he was also determined to attack, he was also a subordinate of Lucuras, and he had worked with Apis for many years, so he naturally had the consciousness of working together.

Spherical offensive, that is, the Roman legion formed its elite infantry into an inseparable single commando, which was not divided or dispersed during the battle, and all the men and horses gathered together to sacrifice their lives to the weakest part of the enemy, just like a "big iron ball" smashed into the human head, hence the name. This offensive is suitable for use when your own troops are divided.

About four hundred-man teams, together with the cavalry of the outpost, formed the "iron ball" of the Eighth Legion, and the men and horses rolled forward with a shout, crushing the Pontus vehicles, light infantry and archers in front of them, and a centurion with a cane suddenly saw a black-haired man on the side, pulling a woman wrapped in a regimental cloak, shouting to himself: "I am the Liaguri of the Seventh Legion!" As he spoke, he waved his bare arm, which was indeed tattooed with the vines of the Seventh Legion.

"Get to the back of the formation!" The centurion was too lazy to talk to Calabistory, and with a wave of his cane, he shouted.

At dusk, the remnants of the three wings, a total of nineteen men, including Hebrida and Arminius, sat on the field of the camp stained with blood, they were rescued by the "spherical offensive" of the Eighth Legion, and the rest of the people, all drowned in the camp of the Pontic army, and could not come out again, including the Ten-Commander Safano, who disappeared when he was following Hebrida, no one knows how he disappeared, maybe he fell by an arrow, maybe he was trampled to death by the rebel army, no one can say clearly.

Highbrida leaned against a shield of arrows and hedgehogs, gulping down wine to anesthetize herself as she escaped from the vicious battle. Arminius, a veteran of the battlefield, who served for twenty-eight years, encountered this situation not ten times but five times, and is said to have been protected by Mercury, running with the wind under his feet, brushing oil, and was a cunning and lucky immortal old fox, sitting cross-legged next to Hebrida, leisurely, facing the sunset, carving wooden statues with a knife.

"Who's carved?" Highburida took another sip and asked feebly.

"Uteires, I think, his soul has entered the Temple of Mars, and he has become a minor god, and can continue to protect our team." With that, Arminius continued to concentrate, and the two stopped talking, falling into a long silence. Until Hebrida saw Calabis coming towards him, with Porty.

"Pig, you're big enough." Highbrida looked at Calabis, and I don't know if this sentence is insulting or admiring.

"Calabis, return to the trifecta."

"There is no more triad" Hebrida sighed, slowly stood up with a flask, looked at the wounded soldiers moaning all over the ground, and added, "I guess there is no winter camp in Bithynia anymore"

Unbeknownst to them, in the tent of the camp at this time, there was a fierce dispute between the military protector Appis, the lieutenant general of the Silesian governor, Sonajus, and the new commander of the Eighth Legion, Triali, over the next direction of the Eighth Legion.

"Mithridates is already here, and he was stabbed with the death of one of our centurions, and his wounds were so severe that he might not live for more than a few days, and he took with him all the remnants of his zuihou. We can't avoid it, we should fight him with all our might, defeat him, and settle this war for the senate and the citizens of Rome once and for all! "Triari was agitated and struck the sand table with his fist, he was the new commander, appointed by the governor of Bithynia, Grabrio, the previous year's consul, and this sudden change in military personnel often had a very strong behind-the-scenes purpose.

Because the original "unicorn" legion, which had always been led by Lucuras' lieutenant Sonajus, and now the Senate called Triali to take over, is a clear signal in itself - that is, Rome has had an extremely subtle change of attitude towards Lucuras himself, his army, and his war.

Triari shouted and foamed at the decisive battle, while Sonajus remained silent, for he was a disadvantaged general and knew that it would be useless to talk too much. Zuihou, or Appis himself said a different suggestion: "Your Excellency, Commander, although I have great respect for you, I do not agree with you. I think it is imperative that the Eighth Legion stay put, not fall for Mithridates' tricks because of blind movement, and then wait for Lucuras's two legions to come back and work together to destroy the enemy in front of them. ”

"Appis. Yodel! Don't forget that you are the Legion's Tribune, you should be on the side of the civilians, Lucuras was a subordinate of the dictatorial tyrant Sulla, and his war is about to end! He will be relieved of his duties, and his return to Rome may have several tricky charges awaiting him, and it is likely that he will be discredited. And we! At this, Triari pointed at Apis, and then at himself, indicating that they should be on the same side, "We will live forever for the destruction of Mithridates, and I feel today that the army of Pontus is vulnerable, and they are all a mixture of barbarians and slaves. ”

Whoever wants Apis to insist on his opinion with a blank face, saying that he is from a civilian background and that he is a military tribune will not take sides, he just thinks that waiting to meet Luculas is the wisest choice at the moment, and his opinion is not mixed with any subjectivity.

"Then you can watch me do my work, are you still a Roman? Apis. Triari waved his hand impatiently, and Apis immediately saluted his retirement, but added: "Your Excellency, allow me to keep two brigades of fresh troops in the barracks to take care of the wounded soldiers who had been wounded." ”

The new commander of the Eighth Legion nodded in agreement, and Sonajus, who had been silent for a while, spoke: "Your Excellency, who will replace the tuna Lukulas, Pompey?" ”