"Those who are not good-looking always have to suffer more." -- Ancient Greek general Philopomin

Adiana was stunned for a moment, and then with that characteristic laughter of nobility and contempt, she said, "What a name, laughing to death." ”

"No need to laugh! My name was Li Bida, I had my own clan and homeland, I was a free and noble man, at least my status was not inferior to that of Your Excellency, the princess, and the present slave was only a certain identity that confined me, but I was not born a slave like Demetrius, and I was not willing to be a slave forever - please don't make me happy, and dig the foot of the wall - besides, that night, I did it as if I were kissing you! ”

The princess's face was a little unnatural, and her originally fluent and elegant Greek stumbled, "bold, transgressive bastard"

But Calabis ignored her, packed up his things, and went back.

At the beginning of the morning, before the stars had sunk, in front of the campfire, Lucuras knelt in front of the idol of the alcove, and prayed incessantly, and then Kelly handed him a sword with an ivory handle, and Lucuras took it, put it on his waist, stood up, and walked to the mirror, and several slaves helped him put on his armor, cloak, shin armor, and bracers, and Zuihou Kelly handed him the commander's gorgeous helmet.

After putting it on the front, Lucuras saw Calabis standing on the side, so he took out a piece of clothing from the box under the mirror and handed it to him, and Calabis took it, and when he unfolded it, it was a half-worn dark red cloak, quite thick.

"Calabis, my son, I'm so sorry that I didn't think of a more haode gift for you today. This is what I wore twenty years ago in the war against the Mathi (the war of the League of Ancient Rome, the war between the Italian and Latin Confederations for Roman citizenship, and the defeat of the Latin Confederation cities, but the permanent citizenship of the cities), and what I was wearing, rest assured, it was worthless, but it was very warm - quite suitable for today's weather. ”

Calabis gratefully wrapped his cloak around himself, and Luculas nodded to the crowd, "Life and death are determined by fate, but victory is earned by oneself. With that, he turned around and strode out, followed closely by several personal slaves such as Kelly and Calabis.

Last night's snow had been sporadic and unlarge, as if it had brought a little silver accent to the black earth and the white tent, and there was a thin layer of snow everywhere, and when Luculas walked to the deer at the front of the camp, Murilla stood by at the exit.

"Tegreseta, I'll leave it to you!" Luculas rubbed shoulders with Murilla and punched as they agreed.

"Don't worry, none of them want to sneak out." Behind him, Murilla's promise came.

At this time, the soldiers of the two legions who were on standby by the deer side stood up at the order of the centurion, examined the swords and javelins, and Lucuras passed through the ranks of the soldiers with a blank face, "Your Excellency, don't forget to promise the spoils of Tresetta. ”

"Your Excellency, don't let Amisus repeat it."

It was openly said in the procession that the soldiers' helmets and armor were covered with frost and snow, and many of them stuffed their clothes with leather, sponges, or blankets to protect them from the cold.

At the end, the lieutenants of Sekedilius, Pomponius, Claudius, etc., clanked with spurs, rode on horses, surrounded by elite Roman cavalry, eagle banners, scepters, and golden light. Luculas then jumped on his mount, the white steed, and commanded loudly to all the generals:

"In the first wave of frontal attacks, two first brigades will be invested!"

"The eighteen brigades that followed, led by Pombonnius, pressed with all their might."

"I, the mang, Claudius, the Thracian mercenaries, and four brigades, detoured back to the meanders to the west, and crushed the enemy from the flanks."

After arranging, Lucuras's red cloak and tassels fluttered in the cold wind, and he drew his sword and shouted to the whole army: "Brothers, we must win, we will win!" God bless Rome! ”

10,000 Roman soldiers, armed with javelins and short swords, shouted in unison: "God bless Rome!" ”

Suddenly, on the entire battlefield, the murderous spirit was soaring, and the wind was strong.

Adiana stood quietly on a tower in the camp, looking at the situation of the entire battlefield, she still did not believe in her heart that Lucuras, with only twenty-four brigades, could defeat Tegrenys, who had 200,000 horses.

Looking down from Adiana's point of view, the entire battlefield was split by a shallow river, but the river bent in an "L" shape on a hill, and Tegrenys's army laid an extremely large formation on the east side of the meander.

The army of 200,000 barbarians, the sound of their words and weapons, was like a sea of rage, and the battalion and banner of Tegrenice were guarded by five hundred heavily armored cavalry on a high hill at the core of the formation. On the front of the river, there were dense rows of men and horses, and in the first line were the archers of the 10,000 Miti; The second line was Godini's army and the Greek heavily-armored mercenaries in Syria; The third line is the phalanx of extremely large barbarian infantry that cannot even be lined up in detachments, with more than 100,000 people, who not only obscure the command of others, but also their own actions; The Zuihou line, which is the command center of Tegrenys; The two wings of the long stretch were Armenian cavalry.

In order to prevent the Romans from flanking the meanders to the west, Tegrenice had already prepared, and he had the best Armenian Janissaries stationed on the hills of the meander, and once the enemy crossed the river, he would charge down and drive them all back into the river to annihilate them! On the other side of the hill was an equally large Armenian baggage camp, numbering tens of thousands of men, with a number of mules and horses not much different from men, sandwiched between the Praetorian cavalry and the command center.

"Little Tegre, the Romans have moved." Tegrenys, who was in the pure gold carriage, suddenly became nervous, because he saw the smoke and dust billowing from the Roman position, and then saw Luculas leading a group of men and horses along the other side of the river.

But when he settled down and began to estimate the number of the Romans, he couldn't help but hahadaxiao: this army could not support more than 5,000 men, which was not enough for the number of Armenian archers.

"Poor Romans, is that all they have?" Tegrenice regained his sanity and smiled at the guards and favorites beside him.

A funny courtier took the opportunity to say, "Oh my God, my king, this is the Romans?" Wechen felt that as an army, their numbers were too small; But as a mission, they were a little too numerous. The joke apparently pleased Tegrenas, who laughed happily for a long time, and then said to little Tegre, "Are they going to run away?" The prince next to him, Tergre the Younger, spoke bluntly: "Father, on the contrary, I know, the Romans do not wear magnificent clothes when they attack, nor do they hold shields studded with precious stones, they sometimes do not even wear armor, but only cloaks or leather on their heads and shoulders, like a pack of gray wolves, which indicates that they are going to fight the enemy to the death!" ”