One market day, among the cloud-like ships moored in the Simmerian Strait, a huge flagship slowly approached, and the lightly clad Adiana went ashore with a slightly pale face, and several Pontic officers with equally gloomy faces led the way, until a tent, stopped, and stood scattered on both sides of the door.

Under the candlelight in the tent, a Roman cavalryman with an arrogant jaw was standing with his legs crossed, and on top of the small table was a wine urn, "Is it the head of a bison inside?" Adiana's voice trembled a little, and she asked the cavalryman, seeing that the other person nodded, "How can you lowly soldiers be qualified to take down the head of the most courageous general of the Pontus Empire?" ”

The cavalryman didn't answer anything, but took out an enamel gold pendant from his bosom and threw it on the small table with a bang, "Someone gave you something back, and he sent you a message that Tucker Schiller was a brave warrior who died a heroic death." Then he bowed to the princess and departed.

At this moment, Adiana's bare hands trembled, and she gently hooked the pendant with her fingers, and the pendant box swirled in front of her chestnut eyes, with a ding-dong voice, "It's Calabis it's amphorae."

Agasis, the king of Acaia, was sullenly drinking in another tent, with two exhausted naked slave girls sleeping beside him, and his kingdom had become the "cow" of this damned and abominable king of Pontus, with all his men, timber and money looted, and permanent military access to serve as a vassal state that depended on the people, and I had to see the opportunity to turn to the Romans in time for this hopeless war.

Agassius was waiting for his chance. He didn't dare to act rashly. Because outside the tent were all armed Pontic warriors. He has actually become a hostage of Adiana to blackmail the kingdom of Agaya Colchis, damn it!

At this moment, the curtain was suddenly lifted by the petite princess, and the two slave girls just got up, rubbed their eyes, and screamed, and were pulled by the hair by the Pondu warriors of Kong Wu, and pulled naked in front of the princess. The king's maroon eyes were like ice, "I hate the most, I hate the most, I hate you slave girls who sell your flesh the most. Dragged out and stoned to death. The face of the slave girl facing death was dull, a kind of calm despair, and she let the samurai push her out, while the princess of Pontus stood there without saying a word, as if she didn't see it.

Agassius for unknown reasons. But he also instinctively felt Adiana's intentions, and a chill ran down his spine. He shrank into a corner, and then, with a faint hope, said to Adiana, "I want to see your father." ”

The princess of Pontus still stared at him with ice-colored eyes, without saying a word or moving.

"I want to see your father! Can't you hear me! You diabolical feral cat, you have no right to take my life, I am the king of Colchis. Agassius could no longer suppress the terror and cried out, holding his head.

The Pontic warriors swarmed him, and they held down Agassius, pinched his nose, and poured the molten gold into the king's throat, and then wrapped a cloth around the king's head, which was constantly twitching, to keep him from making a loud noise.

In the tent, in the shadow of turmoil, Adiana walked out without saying a word, she executed Agascis for nothing else, but she was afraid that the Agaya tribe would be in front of the battle, obeying the king's orders and defecting, she had appointed officials to take over the large and small cities of the kingdom of Colchis - the attack on Ponticabion was imminent, she did not want her back road, that narrow strait, because of this scheming king, there was any risk.

Outside, the clouds in the sky were piled up, so thick that they couldn't be dissolved, maybe tomorrow would be another snowy day, Adiana in the wind stroked her hair with her hand, looked at the strong Acropolis standing in front of her, and then her fingers touched the enamel gold pendant hanging around her neck, her eyes softened, but she immediately pinched it tightly, with great hatred, "Calabis, you dare to be my enemy!" ”

On the tower of Ponticabion, when he saw that on the outskirts of the city ahead, the main force of Calabis was lined up in a neat line, holding the eagle banner and carrying countless baggage, Marcha, who learned the truth, looked at Claudius, who looked innocent and helpless next to him, with a hesitant face, made a gesture to deal with it as soon as possible, and walked down the tower accompanied by the eunuchs.

In the small palace of Moon City, Claudius sat on a circle chair shaking his legs, and Calabis stood in front of him with a dozen centurions, "I have said everything that should be said, the Governor of Bosphorus still can't forgive you, you not only intercepted his taxes, plundered the city of Khersonnes in disguise, but also ignored his urgency, and disregarded the safety of the city of Ponticabion, so that the Pontic army successfully landed, this" After speaking, he made a very embarrassed gesture, saying that he would severely punish Calabis.

But, soon he saw that no one in the whole hall had responded to his orders, and the centurions looked at him with strange eyes, and everyone had formed a half-circle, not so much around him, but around him, and all hands were pressed on the hilt of their swords, and death was silent.

Claudius coughed twice, twisted his fingers twice, forcefully withdrew his gesture, and continued quickly, "This damned governor named Marcha, who has just said nothing to the advance of the Legion, nor to me and you, I have decided - we Thirteen Legions will take over any affairs of the defense of the city at once, and put the command of the Bosphorus army in our hands - you will do it now, and I will present the details to the Legion Council. With that, he yawned, quickly stood up, turned and went to the side bedroom, and his movements were extremely neat.

The bronze gate of Marcha's palace was slammed open by brute force after three quarters of an hour, and then a group of murderous Roman centurions, with a column of soldiers, broke in directly, and in the colonnade and antechamber, the servants and eunuchs screamed and dodged everywhere in panic, and Marcha's Praetorian Guard, when he walked to the steps of the antechamber with the guards, was stabbed to the ground by Arminius, and the rest of the guards immediately knelt down, threw down their swords, and trembled.

"Marcha, Governor of the Bosphorus, I now declare that the advance party of the Thirteenth Roman Legion has requisitioned this palace and the command of your army, and I beg your forgiveness for the urgency of the wartime situation." When Calabis shook his aching neck, pushed open the small door of the circular dormitory, and walked in, he saw that Marcha was embarrassed, dressed in a nightgown, and several concubines, forced by the centurion to squat in a corner with a sword, so he "soothed" him. Afterwards, the soldiers and slaves moved the legion's drawing tables, sand tables, and armor brackets one by one.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that this is General Claudius's order, and we are acting on orders." Calabis stood at the cartographic table, remembered something, and turned to explain to Marcha apologetically. (To be continued......)