Augustus Road

Triari felt a little unsure, he touched his chin and said: "Pompey has just won a great victory in the war against pirates, and is now touring various coastal cities. The civilian tribune Manius has proposed a resolution requiring Pompey to take over the provinces of Bithynia, Armenia, Phrygia, Lycdania, Cappadocia, Cilicia, etc., and replace Lucullus to be responsible for the war in the East. The fathers of the Senate also passed this decree. But I heard that Pompey's reaction to the news was strange."

"What was his reaction, sir?" Sonagius asked.

"He immediately expressed his distress and displeasure to his staff. He slapped his thigh, complained about the hard work that followed, and shouted why I couldn't end my service like an ordinary veteran and return home to reunite with my wife and children." Triari said, shaking his head.

As a result, Apis and Sonacius both laughed so hard that Triari was a little confused. "What a pretentious guy, but the common people like such people." Sonacius said, and left the tent with Apis.

It was late at night. In the camp on the Pontus side, all the generals and servants prayed for the serious injury of King Mithridates. Timotheus cleaned the wound and stopped the bleeding on Mithridates' thigh injury. During the whole process, Mithridates kept fainting and waking up. Sometimes he shouted angrily at the meanness of the Roman dogs, and sometimes he called Taxile and Biduita, telling them not to worry about their injuries and to defeat the Roman enemies in front of them as soon as possible.

Finally, the emperor's injury was finally controlled, and everyone left, leaving only Adiana to accompany her father's bed.

Under the bright candlelight, Mithridates' face was very yellow, he had lost a lot of blood, and his breathing was very weak. He tilted his eyes, looked at his daughter with a sad face, and said softly:

"My dear daughter, tell me, was it you who killed Nessa..."

Adiana slowly retracted her original melancholy expression, her face became cold, and then she looked at her father and nodded to acknowledge.

"You came to avenge me on behalf of your mother, you continued her life and will... Ahem, I miss the days in the past, in the golden sunshine, you were small at that time, with your mother's face and my father's chestnut hair, in the courtyard of the palace, leading the pony, laughing, turning... Ahem... At that time, I didn't expect that you would grow up, become as beautiful as your mother, and become as cruel as me..."

"Father, you shouldn't talk too much." Adiana advised coldly.

"Perhaps... the noble Mitra family needs talents like you, my good girl - will you help me defeat the Romans with your wisdom? Ahem..."

Adiana's little hand gently rested on her father's broad forehead, and her voice softened, "Yes, I will of course."

When the princess of Pontus slowly walked out of the tent of the commander, she saw Stratonice standing by the trailer waiting for her. In the trailer was the swollen body of her father, Obisius.

"You are indeed a descendant of the Mitra family. You, a venomous woman, used that man named Carabis to kill my father. The venom that killed my father was given to him by you in advance, right!" Stratonice gritted her teeth and cursed.

"You lowly creature, speak with respect. It was Carapis who was afraid of castration and fled back to the Romans. It's none of my business. I told your father not to interfere in this matter, but lowly people are pathetic even in wisdom." After saying that, Adiana looked at the body of Obysius with pride. "Your father was just a musician, and he could enjoy the funeral of wearing silk clothes and entering a tall tomb. How lucky! And you, the lowly maid who bewitched your father, you will not be so lucky in the future. You will be like a wild dog, with your body thrown into the wilderness and your heart pecked by vultures."

"Unless your father dies!" Stratonice whispered.

"There will be such a day. Do you think that day will not come? It will come on time like the scorching sun tomorrow." Adiana showed her beautiful dimples, smiled lightly, and left with her head held high.

When the sun rose the next day, there was mourning music and wailing in Mithridates' camp. The sound went up to the sky, dispersing the floating clouds above and stirring up the birds. The Romans here were horrified, while Triari was extremely excited: "This kind of mourning music means that Mithridates is dead. I have to get the full credit before Lucullus arrives!"

Just as the Eighth Legion was gearing up to check its weapons and equipment and prepare to cross the river to attack, Apis ran to Triari and made a final bitter remonstrance, but the new commander who was only interested in merit turned a deaf ear to him. He just laughed at Apis's indecision and sternly warned him not to continue to disrupt the morale of the army, otherwise he had the full power to execute him in front of the whole army with fascism.

Apis, whose persuasion was ineffective, could only stand blankly on a small hill protruding from the river, watching a legion of almost all the elite soldiers, a total of 5,000 people, lined up in a regular formation, triumphantly wading across the river and heading towards the Pontic camp.

He also saw Sonacius, who was following Triari, riding on a horse, and before crossing the river, he turned back and looked at him with a hopeless and sad look.

The Pontic outposts and the rear formations retreated one after another before the Roman offensive. Without Mithridates, they had no intention of fighting at all. They fled with their weapons, leaving their armor and baggage everywhere. Triari was unwilling to give up the opportunity and commanded the large group of troops to continue to advance.

Apis had no intention of watching the "great victory" happening on the other side of the river. He walked into the front door of the camp with a gloomy face and shouted loudly to all the soldiers and slaves: "Brothers, no matter which legion you came from before, who led you, or whether your injuries were light or serious, you are now under my command. I am the military tribune Apis. Yodel, and I immediately order you to wipe all the armor, shields, weapons and equipment, bring all the crossbows and chamber pots to the tower and line them up, implement shift alert, and act like a real legion soldier!" Hearing Apis' words, many soldiers sitting in the camp complained in a low voice, and they had to force themselves to stand up and carry out the orders of their temporary superiors. Craftsmen and slaves shuttled back and forth, reinforcing the damaged parts of the wall or repairing the defensive equipment.

It was snowing again, and it was boiling over the camp.

Heleptina, wearing a cloak and a mask, rode a horse, accompanied by Ella and Elcapa, and slowly came to Apis. "Commander, I'm sorry to say this at this moment, but we have to leave." Apis didn't say anything, looked at the three people and nodded heavily, then made an admiring gesture, meaning "Even as a woman, I admire your bravery."

"You want to go back to the Kingdom of Bosporus, right!" Heleptina heard the voice of Carapis, who was unloading the sheep head stone and heard the words of the Amazon Queen, and came over to ask.

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