The hundred-man team of the Seventh Legion sang the song of the Legion one after another, dirty and dusty with their faces holding pickaxes, carrying their weapons and baggage, and still running like the wind, which simply made Calabis feel horrified, these professional soldiers, day after day, trained the skills of marching with heavy loads (about forty catties), the precept of "sweating more in peacetime, shedding less blood in wartime" was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, ordinary soldiers wore knee-length chain curtains, and held oval-shaped shields, The helmets were studded with fluttering horsehair helmets that marked the imminent battle, and the feet were strapped to the ground in difficult terrain, while the detachments of ballista men worked even harder, carrying artillery gear (a regiment of ten stone throwers and fifty-five ballistae) with their slaves, and walking at a rapid pace.

It lives up to the nickname "Marius's mule".

But I, Calabis, didn't build it, the Roman military system was like this, whether you were a military tribune, or a centurion, or just a camp slave, but when you marched quickly, everyone had to walk in unison, and no one was allowed to be left behind. So, in fact, in the previous years in the military, Calabis finally practiced: he didn't even run a thousand meters in college, and it was not easy to get used to it here.

Fortunately, Luculas just called him and Kelly and other personal slaves, following behind his mount, the horse was trotting all the way, Calabis was following in stride, and behind his back was the things in the alcove, which was really not too heavy compared to the treatment of the previous camping slaves, and Kelly, the shield slave, began to hold the heavy shield and ran together.

"Calabis, you still walk on two feet, continue this lowly way of doing things as an inferior slave, it is your own choice." Adiana in the carriage, as soon as she saw Calabis running with a niche on her back, would sit on the carriage with a grudge, look at Demetrius who was also in the carriage, and then look at Carabis, sarcastically.

At this point, "Calabis" will run at a fast speed, look up and stubbornly look at her, saying "I don't care!" ”

One day, two days, three days, a miracle happened, so miracle that Karabis couldn't believe his eyes: the Seventh Army, which was getting faster and faster, actually began to march side by side with the torrent of Armenian army!

Calabis could see the Armenian footmen from a distance of four or five furlongs, either stopping to rest or stumbling on the road. But these people turned a blind eye to them, most of these barbarians had never fought against the Romans before, and they didn't even know what the Romans looked like! You must know that Tegrenys's army is from at least fifty tribes, and the language is not spoken, and the signal is not smooth. Probably they thought that this Roman legion was just one of the fifty tribes.

The whole scene was so chaotic that everyone only knew: the target was Tegreseta.

On the fourth day, when Tegrenice was resting in a golden carriage with a canopy, he suddenly saw a strange troop of men and horses, all the officers and men running in the dust, galloping under his eyelids, and he could not help pointing to the other side, and asked Little Tegre, "What nationality is this army?" ”

"Congratulations, my father." Little Tegre looked at it for a while, and said, "They should be the main Roman force that came later, your father-in-law betrayed you, and he didn't stay in the camp at all. ”

Tegrenice grew his mouth, was surprised for a moment, and then asked two questions curtly: "Weishenme Romans will march with us?" weishenme they run faster than our strikers? ”

"Because they are Romans, my father."

The "Roman" Tegrenice suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of fear surging in his heart.

By the time the Seventh Legion had arrived at its final destination, the Eleventh Legion's siege position against Tegreseta, the other side had already laid the camps, towers, trenches, bridges, deer, and ballista firing positions, and the chief centurion and Murilla stood in front of the gate of the fortress and saluted Lucuras who had rushed in with a horse - several Manu quickly led the commander's mount, and Luculas jumped off his horse: "Tomorrow, I will take twenty-four brigades, of which I want the first brigade of two legions to follow me, plus all the auxiliary cavalry, Archers and slingers, you lead the Confederate legions and the rest of the brigade to keep the siege of the city and not let the Armenians meet. Luculas finished his arrangement and strode into the manager's tent.

Many generals, including Adiana, followed him.

"Tomorrow is the day of the first rise of the moon, and it was this day that our consuls were wiped out by the Teutons, a famous day for the Romans, and it was not suitable for war!" Later, Murilla suggested without hesitation.

Luculas stopped, seemed thoughtful, and after a moment's pause, he turned back and said to everyone:

"Gentlemen, then I will turn tomorrow into the famous auspicious day of the Romans."

When it was late at night, when Luculas would put the Zomen back, he asked Calabis to set up the alcove, and lay down on the golden couch with his eyes wide open, his hands crossed over his chest, and without saying a word. In the tent, the candle flame and the moonlight were mixed together, and the scene was as silent as death.

For a long time, Lucuras seemed to speak to himself, as well as to Calabis and Kelly: "Sometimes I think that I have the gift that God has given me, that my father was convicted of greed before I was able to separate from my family, that my mother did not care about anything but to have fun with her many lovers, and that my brother Marcus was still so young. I had long shouldered the burden of being a family man, but no one could have imagined that the first thing I did after inheriting the family business was to accuse the chief fortune teller who had accused my father in the early years. Taking a sip of water, Luculas continued, "No one thought I could win, not the senators, knights, or burghers, because my father's crimes were ironclad, and I was generally regarded as a hot-headed young man who would push myself into ruin simply because I couldn't take a breath. But everyone was wrong, and my performance in Fa ** was like a hound biting its prey, and like a wounded tuna, it was extremely nimble to dodge the enemy's attack - zuihou, not only the jury, but also all the spectators who came to observe also stood up and applauded me warmly. A small complaint made me famous throughout the city of Rome. That's when I thought it was so easy to win, and this time would be no different. ”

"I'm not going to fail." Lucuras Zuihou said this and fell asleep peacefully.

After wiping the alcove, Calabis paced out of the commander's tent to wash some priestly utensils, the whole camp was silent, a few snowflakes fell on his shoulders and head without shock, he looked up and found that the bright moon was in the sky, and the six were crystal clear, falling into the black river one by one, and turning into nothing.

Lucuras's words just now gave Calabis a deep feeling, yes, Lucuras is indeed a nobleman, and his mother's side is the famous Metra family, but he has come to this point, but it is completely dependent on his own strength, compared to him, am I willing to be a slave now?

"Hey, Calabis, tomorrow's war, the Romans are bound to fail, and Luculas will definitely use me and my aunt as bargaining chips to negotiate peace, it's too late for you to regret it now!" When Calabis heard Adina's entanglement, his eyebrows furrowed, endlessly!

Adiana was dressed in a soft coat, and in her eyes, this light snow did not make her feel any cold, but added a bit of fun, and this kind of excellent night scene was naturally perfect for teasing a handsome little slave to change his mind and bow down under his skirt.

The other party, who didn't know what was going on, stood up, looked back at himself, and said very clearly: "Your Excellency, maybe I should tell you the truth, I am not a Calabis, I am a person with a name, my name is Li-Bi-Da." ”