"Don't worry, if Utteris doesn't move, I'll kick him in the ass with my military shoes." Murilla certainly understood that the centurion was Lucuras' favourite and joked that there was a good-natured laugh from those around him, while Utiris excitedly thanked the manager for his trust in him and in his team.

"Don't rest tonight, you pigs! All of them carried their baggage and baggage on their backs and followed the wing. In the camp of the 3rd Wing, Hebrida cried like a wolf's howl, and all the soldiers were armed and gathered around him, while he lectured to the encampment slaves, "Because this time you will take the mountain road, and this is a very strong attack, and you are now also the fighters of the Wing, and you are not allowed to make noise, and you are not allowed to move around, otherwise I have the right to put you to death directly on the way, do you hear it—everyone has their own nameplates, and if the harvest is great, I promise to give you every pig, and twenty drachmas afterwards, There's also the bounty of sharing a three-bushel wine. ”

There were more than fifty men and women in the camp of the 3rd Wing, and all of them were worried and a little excited when they heard Hebrida's promise, but they had no choice at all, and it would be nice to be able to get some reward while they were in danger.

"Calabis, Poti, Demetrius, you must follow me and listen to my commands, so that your lives may be saved." In the tent, "Calabia" paced and paced to and fro as he asked Calabis and Porti to pack their bags, thinking and ordering.

"I have to advise you in advance that it is better to replace your graceful robe with a short shirt, otherwise walking the mountain road will kill you." Calabis mocked Adiana that what Demetrius had said before was not a lie, and that the medicine prepared by the Jew was very effective, and now both Calabis and himself had recovered from their injuries. Everyone rolled up the blankets and medicine bags behind them, but Adiana still did not want to take off her robes, and when she passed by a soldier's tent, Adiana suddenly opened the curtain in the light and looked inside: Batitas was lying on the stretcher bed in the tent, his eyes glazed and motionless.

"Isn't he dead yet?" Adiana asked coldly.

The unwitting Demitrius, because he was the one in charge of treating Batitas, replied casually: "He was in the palace of Calabi** The corpse of the princess of Pontus was punished by the gods, and a deep wound was cut on the back of his neck, although he did not die, his soul has been chopped up, and he has lost his normal human mind." ”

"He's going to die, it's a relief, isn't it?" Adiana's beautiful side face was raised, and then in the dark night, her expression could no longer be seen clearly.

Soon, in front of the camp, the third company lined up in formation, including the camp slaves, and Utteris took his cane, and made an impassioned speech, encouraging: "Brothers, this is a rare opportunity to win honor, our one hundred and sixty brothers of the third wing, we must walk in the front of the left wing Biedong team" Calabis noticed, and Hybrida next to Uterius was restless, looking impatient for fear that the prey would slip away, and that Uterius would shut up sooner.

As Uterius waved his cane, the third company cheered in unison, and the column, holding the olive oil-smeared pine, was the first to set out from the camp, led by several Armenian captives.

It was already dawn, and as the 3rd Wing marched along the camp's military route, there were auxiliaries and slaves everywhere, pushing their ballistas and stone cannons to the forward position, where many centurians of the central force had formed an offensive formation, ready to wait for orders.

"Raise the battalion flag of the brigade, we are at the forefront." When Uterius ascended the mountain road, he said proudly to the flag bearer that this camp flag could guide the subsequent Biedong team along the road they surveyed, and then all the people of the third company, including Calabis, Adiana, Poti and Demetrius, carried their baggage and carried their baggage along the winding mountain road, getting higher and higher, and the morning sun was full of frost, shuttling unhindered into people's collars and armor. Calabis, whose eyebrows and beard were dyed a faint frost color, looked down: the Sophini River was like a gray ribbon between the wilderness and the mountains, "confronting" the Roman camp from the Armenian camp, the bonfires still dotted, but the sun wheel had leaped out, reflecting a slightly cold white light in a corner of the field, and rapidly expanding.

"Click", a not-so-loud sound—or perhaps too far away from Calabis to give him the impression that it was not too loud—in the forward position of the Romans, a stone cannonball with fire, flying high and rolling in the air, with a hissing flame, like a meteor dragging its tail, crashed into the Armenian camp, and the fire burst into the sky.

Then, with the continuous sound of "click" and "click", the Roman gunners received the order to throw all the stone projectiles out at once, and as a result, Calabis on the mountain saw a spectacular scene: the shadow of the fire constantly passed over his cheeks, and the Romans squirted thirty, or fifty ballistas and stone-starters, like fireworks from the mouths of countless monsters.

The Armenian camp was smashed to pieces, and the fears of the staff conveyed by Naissa yesterday became a reality, and the 10,000 foot soldiers, having witnessed the defeat of the Missaro beforehand, had no courage to hold their fighting posts, but rushed to flee and disrupted the ranks in the rear, and the entire Armenian army fell into a chaotic and congested situation under the rapid attack of the Roman cannons.

"Go!" The orders of the centurion were shouted one by one, and the flag bearer, holding the eagle and the battalion flag, walked at the front of the ranks, and was the first to cross the Roman auxiliaries to set up a pontoon bridge over the Sophini River, and launched a general attack, and the sound of horses' hooves shook the sky like a thunderclap.

"Don't be in a daze, come with me." High-Bridder arrived with a second centurion: the camping slaves were sandwiched between the two centurians to prevent anyone from escaping. Said viciously to Calabis.

"The general offensive has begun, and our left flank has to pick up the pace, pick up the pace." The Roman soldiers, who had long been proficient in their daily training, turned up their speed as if they were mechanically, and the footsteps on the mountain path began to stir, "Fool, you have already been told to take off your robe!" Calabis snatched the rucksack from the shoulders of Adina, who was panting and holding the "Kitong" robe, and cursed angrily, Adena blushed with exhaustion, but she had to force herself to follow the group, and the short sword in Hebrida's hand and his little temper were no joke.

The mountains and forests retreated sharply everywhere, and the left flank Biedong team led by the third wing was hurrying on the mountains to the right of the Armenians, and their task was to make a detour back to the baggage positions in the rear of the enemy, and the commander's camp was better, but as the altitude increased, the air became thinner and thinner, and the road became more and more rugged, and Adiana's cumbersome robes finally made her unable to support her, and she sat down on the side of the path at once, and Potty hurriedly helped her up, "Bitch, don't touch my arm." Adiana actually gave Porti a backhand in the mouth.

Potty didn't show any annoyance, just looked up and said, "Calabia, you have to hurry!" ”