"A wise general will subordinate his brother next to his brother and his friend next to his friend." -- Ozandved

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"Your Excellency, do you remember me? You are in the Rikdanian barracks, and you declare me a free man. Calabis climbed up from the trench and saluted Appis, and asked.

"On that occasion, five hundred slaves were freed, yes, your name is Calabis, and I remember the names of all the soldiers and slaves in the camp." Appis tilted his chin a little and leaned on his cane, "The ninth and tenth brigades of the Thirteenth Legion are under my supervision, and you are no exception. ”

"It's an honor to continue serving under you, but aren't you supposed to be in Silesia, or in General Pompey's legion?"

Appis smiled, "Gnaeus. His Excellency Pompey was about to finish, so he now trusted only those who sumpers, and I was first driven to Bithynia, and then one of Pompey's slaves came to patrol and complained that I had not treated him with 'proper courtesy,' which is why I am here now. I heard that the slave, when he was on patrol at the next stop, said that some of the veterans were criminals and scoundrels, and that 1,600 people were fired at once, and many of them went to serve Mithridates in Pontus. ”

"That slave, not a Jew, is called Demetrius." Calabis asked.

"It's all the same for me, just a slave, completely different from you who served in the Legion, and Pompey will have to be dragged down by him sooner or later." After Apis finished speaking, he nodded his chin again and said goodbye to Calabis. And he struck his cane. I went to other places to make rounds.

Calabis that stayed where it was. Looking at Appis's back, he smiled secretly, it seems that the advantages of sending Demetrius back to Pompey's side still outweigh the disadvantages.

After the establishment of the camp, because the governor of Macedonia Province Neruda had not yet assumed his new post, the actual command of the legion was owned by the deputy commander Petronius, and Claudius was still the deputy general. This gave Calabis some confidence, after all, under the leadership of this person and a superior like Appis, the safety of the soldier's life was guaranteed. At the next feast, the lieutenant generals, military tribunes, and senior centurions of the Legion were all eligible to participate, and Calabis, as the dignified "Temporary Legion Envoy", was responsible for the "supervision and coordination of the Etrunian people" over the Legion, and also accompanied the last seat.

On the table, there are some crude military group food, barbecued meat, bean soup, and fish pieces. The thick cups collided back and forth, and Claudius deliberately stood next to Calabis. It is very euphemistic to explain that the last time he gave evidence to Cicero and Cato the Younger, he and his sister were grateful for the generosity of Calabis, and after the war, they strongly invited Calabis to be his and his sister's neighbors in the new villa.

"My woman and I will go to settle in Apilon, and with my status, I would not want to go to the land of right and wrong in Palatine Mountain." Calabis took a sip of his beer and readily refused, knowing in his heart that if he were neighbors with a guy like Claudius, Potty would be "poisoned".

Claudius smiled and expressed great regret, and then Calabis suddenly asked him, "Isn't Cicero and you, neighbors?" ”

"Yes, his wife was also a good, young and beautiful noble woman, whose name was Lenchat." Claudius's topics are always pertinent, and he always cares about his friend's wife. Calabis sighed, frowned again, and asked, "I heard that you are about to get married, and the other party is still a woman from the Cornegalis family." ”

The future civilian tribune made an obscene gesture to show that he had already "captured" the bride-to-be, and then took a sip of wine and smacked his lips, "Her dowry is very rich, a full 120,000 dinars." At this time, General Peternius knocked on the barbecue fork to indicate that he had military intelligence to announce:

The vanguard cavalry of Ponticus, having collected a considerable number of ships, took advantage of Marcha's unpreparedness, and rushed thousands of miles to break through the Scythian Gorge (the Perekop Isthmus between the present-day Crimean Peninsula and the Ukrainian mainland), many barbarians sent envoys to Mithridates to show their submission, and the Pontic army was once again strong, and heard that they had hired many Pompey's deserters and were training a new army with strong combat power, and the Bosphorus Kingdom was in danger, and Martsa openly told the Roman Senate, " If I do not send a fresh army before winter, I will abandon the city of Ponticabion completely, flee to Cape Khersonnes (in the area of present-day Sevastopol), run away by boat, and throw the kingdom and the barbarian army to my father, so that he will once again become a nightmare for Rome. ”

"Immediately, the Thirteenth Legion must have about half of its brigade, and it will abandon the winter camp and go directly to Ponti Kabiang." This is the determination of the supreme commander of the legion, the next question is who to send, this time no one wants to go, including Karabis himself, everyone knows that the Macedonian province and the Bosphorus are separated by a whole sea of Yukxing, where there is no difference with a kite off the line, it can be swallowed by an inexplicable wind at any time, and what is even worse is that although his tenth brigade has added many veterans, the combat coordination is still not of high grade, at least Pope thinks so.

In an instant, the whole table was noisy, everyone's emotions were very excited, the supplies were not effective, the soldiers were not well trained, all kinds of reasons came out, those people in the Senate, gave me an eagle banner, and threw us into the shijie corner, and also robbed Pompey of the credit, this kind of thankless work, whoever is willing to bear the shame of losing the eagle flag, will go.

Petneus sat down and shouted that since you would not go, roll the dice and decide!

The dice were rolling under the candle flame, and everyone was holding their breath with wide eyes.

In the narrow bay of Helispoon, a warship of the Thirteenth Legion, which had suffered a headwind, had its sails twisted, fell crooked, and ran aground on the shore, and many local villagers came to watch cordially, and a group of people on the side of the ship were anxious, and stretched out their hands one by one and shouted, among them was Calabis, who was "thrown" by the dice, and the tenth brigade where he and Pope belonged was on this ship.

But then Calabis saw that on the street on the shore across the strait, in the late autumn wind, a group of men in dark gray tattered Legion sweatshirts, with long beards and messy hair, many of them without even shoes, and barefoot with ropes, rushed over, only neat procession and movement, and could show that they had been soldiers of the Legion.

The "Seventh Legion" held Calabis on the side of the ship, looked at the tattoos on the arms of the gang, and said.

An old white-haired fellow hidden in the shadow of the ship shouted at the people on deck, bargaining, if they were to pull the fiber and get the ship out of the predicament, one man would have to give at least five Sethres and one drachma.

"Arminius!" Calabis recognized the old guy at a glance, an old guy who couldn't die on the battlefield. (To be continued......)