It was Mithridates who spoke, who cleverly concealed his identity, and even shaved off his proud bushy beard, and Takschill looked around: the chalanx next to him was like a column of reeds, and the soldiers with guns were close together, all wearing "Macedonian helmets" with curved tops, holding small round shields and light armor, and at the front of the phalanx were guarded by heavy armor guards, and the red feathered helmet was indeed the King of Godini, Czarnus, with a cloudy face.

"Yes, as you can see, my bixia." Tucker Schiller lowered his voice.

"Looks like our Chalnus isn't too happy."

"Yes, Bixia, I heard that he escaped from the battle last time, it seems that he is not willing to go crazy with your son-in-law, and wants to get rid of the status of vassal."

Hey, talk to him—he has an elite civic army, and his wife has just died—and who can tell him that I am willing to send my beautiful little daughter, Adiana, into his chambers? ”

"As you wish, I will send someone to negotiate immediately." Tucker Schiller immediately agreed.

"By the way, Tucker Schiller, my arm, you will continue to admonish Tegrenice after you go on the expedition."

"Do you want him to take the initiative to attack the Romans?"

"No, on the contrary, you must keep admonishing him and avoid the Romans." Mithridates said slyly.

Sure enough, when the Armenian army left Tegreseta, Takschiller persuaded Tegrenice three times a day, advising him to learn the lessons of the previous fiasco, not to confront the Romans, but to adopt the tactics of cautious confrontation and wait for the Romans to retreat, so as to win without a fight.

"Tak Schiller, some people praise you as a bull in the field of Pontus, but I didn't expect you to be such a timid rat, what I need is the glory of defeating the Romans with dignity." Sometimes, Tegrenice said to Tak Schiller in such anger that his ambition for a decisive battle with the Romans grew stronger.

With him on the expedition, the Armenian prince Tegre the Younger became more and more worried.

The force of more than 200,000 men, so vast and bloated, and the fact that they came from all different nationalities, caused the whole march to be like an armed procession, with the kings and chieftains sometimes feasting and sometimes arguing, and Tegrenice could not dispatch it, so he took his Praetorian Guard (his only commanding subordinate) and moved at a speed of fifty to one hundred stadia a day. On a crescent night in early December, a panting scout held up a hundred thousand anxious pieces of information and told him and little Tergre that he and Little Tergre were on a clear day, on a crescent night in early December:

"My king, a large army of the Romans, has advanced to the city of Tegreseta and has begun to attack the city!"

"Bastard, how is that possible!" Tegrenice was shocked and angry, he had just set out from the city a few days ago to lead the army to find the main battle of Rome, but the Roman legions had a ghostly trick and actually passed through the gap of their own army and inserted into Tegreseta? "Could it be that the intelligence is wrong, it's my allies who are following behind?"

The scout took a sip and unceremoniously dismissed the illusion of the King of Kings, "It is the Romans, whose soldiers wear dark red cloaks, brass helmets, and banner bears in the hands of flag bearers in wolfskin or bear skin cloaks, indicating that they are all Eleventh Legions of Luculas. ”

This is the eleventh "Eight-eyed Eel" Legion, after leaving Sophini, they have been marching silently and quickly, and the six thousand men walked like lightning in the clouds, and actually interspersed with the huge camp of Tegrenes, and drove straight under the city of Tegreseta, without anyone knowing!

Tegrenice sat on the throne with a butt, cold sweat flowing, and the chiefs below were still shouting and drinking, and little Tegre next to him said: "Father, you must hurry back to the army and fight the Romans in Tegreseta!" ”

Tak Schiller rolled his eyes and said, "No, I suggest that you divide your troops into two routes, and I can lead all the cavalry back with His Royal Highness the Prince and fight against the Romans under the city; And I, my king, with all the infantry, hold on to this place in case there are other Romans. This was the wisest suggestion, but Tucker Schiller knew the temperament of the self-righteous king of kings, and remembered Mithridates' advice, so he said it intentionally.

"No!" Tegrenice really waved his hand vigorously, "Do what the prince said, I will fight with Tegreseta's defenders on both sides, and completely annihilate this eleventh legion, I heard that Lucuras only has three legions, and only two of them are put into battle this time, and half of his strength will be wiped out at once, I am not afraid that he will not give in." ”

Tak Schill then stood up, put his hand on his chest, and bowed like Tegrenys: "In this case, my king is wise, and I am too humble to think about my duty—then, let me lead the army of servants of Pontus and stay here to keep the other Romans at bay for you, my king." ”

When the sun rose on the second day, the Armenian military camp stretching for three hundred stadia was in a hurry, and Tegrenys, sitting on a pure gold chariot, galloped, and the sound of the hooves of five thousand Armenian Janissaries dressed in iron armor and leather stirred up a gray hurricane, and ran along the road of the main camp in the direction of Tegreseta.

"The front team will become the rear team, and the whole army will return to Tegreseta and fight the Romans in a decisive battle!" This order caused even greater confusion in the huge ranks, "What's going on?" How could the Romans have appeared in Tegreseta? Many chiefs and kings did not believe this to be true, and it was not until a group of men actually followed the "king of kings" that the rest of the men and horses spontaneously followed, but the army behind did not know that it had come up, and many people were crowded together on the roads, and the chariots, mules, horses, servants, and soldiers were like headless flies, shouting and scolding, moving aimlessly forward and backward, each tossing and turning, but not knowing what they were doing.

"My poor son-in-law" stood tall in front of a low pine forest, where Tucker Schiller watched the most noisy and massive farce below, and behind him, Mithridates, the king of Pontus, who was draped from head to toe in a black cloak, silently repeated the words.

After a long time, Mithridates spoke: "Takschill, we have to go in the opposite direction, and the target is our old land, the land of the sea, Pontus. There won't be any Romans here, I mean, hopefully none will come - my poor son-in-law. After saying that, Mithridates snorted, and the divine horse under his crotch hissed, and hurried away with his master.

After nightfall, the 8,000 Pontic troops, who were supposed to stay in the camp to block the Romans' follow-up, all departed according to Mithridates' prior arrangement, and not a single chicken feather was left in the camp of Tegrenys—three quarters of an hour later, Luculas arrived with the Seventh Legion across the dry Euphrates, and when the patrol told the commander Lucuras that the camp ahead was empty, the battle-hardened man did not believe his ears: "What a clumsy clown Tegrenice is, I have gone to such trouble to deal with this man, perhaps it is my shame rather than my disgrace. ”

Next, Luculas gave orders to the slaves behind the horse, such as Calabis and Kelly, in a calm tone: "Let the trumpeter blow the order for a rapid march, and each hundred-man team shall be separated by a distance of one furlong (two hundred meters), and keep the enemy in a state of defeat, and the target shall be Tegreseta." I will reap my victory there as easily as the wheat of my estate. ”

"I am interested in seeing how you have overcome the mighty army of the King of kings with such men. This may just be your big words, in my opinion, it is a miracle that you can save the eleventh legion that is lone in the depths. In the carriage next to Luculas, Adiana's tone was mean.

She had just passed by her father by a distance of three quarters of an hour.

But Luculas replied graciously: "Your Excellency will be the greatest honor of the contemptible people to watch the battle. ”

The ticking trumpet, one after another sounded in the cold night,

"Trust only in the Legion, only in the Legion.

Trust only Bacchus, only Bacchus.

We fought for our fathers, killed the enemy men, raped the fat women, and robbed them of wine, all of which were taught us a sense of honor by our fathers."

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