Augustus Road

"When flattery prevails, historians no longer dare to write straightly." - Tacitus

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The queen faced Calabis quietly for five seconds. Her expression could not be clearly seen through her visor, and then she said softly in Greek: "There is no need to go back to Bosphorus, it's the master's mission." We have failed, and there is no point in going back. We will go to the upper reaches of the Don Moser River to rest, where is our little kingdom, and we will see everything in the spring. "

Karabis immediately understood "everything" that the queen said.

"Can you tell me what your master asked you to do when he came here?"

"Yes, my master Malcha asked me to bring Princess Adiana of Pontus there so that his sister can be his wife." Helenputina's answer was exactly as Calabis expected. This is the tradition of the Mitra family, where brother and sister combine to maintain the so-called pure bloodline of the surname. No wonder Nessa told Adiana that she would end up with the same fate as her mother: as a trophy, she had to accept control even if she was unwilling to do so. Real pleasure could only be obtained in the world after death.

After saying that, Helenputina shook the reins with her hands, facing the falling snow, and prepared to leave from the back door of the camp. Karabis shouted to her back: "What would you do if it was a boy?" manage!?"

But Helenputina did not answer, quickened her horse's hooves, and left.

Ella, on the other hand, yelled twice, pulled the horse, turned in a circle, threw a Persian embroidered belt to Calabis, nodded at him, and then chased the queen and left.

The snow was falling harder and harder. Looking at the snowflakes rolling on his belt, Calabis fell into confusion and melancholy. Potty slowly came over and took his arm: "Calabis, you must live. Come down, even if it’s for me.”

Calabis smiled bitterly twice, and then said to Bodi: "Yes, we can no longer be separated in suffering."

At this time, the two Roman sentries on the tower poked their heads out in panic and shouted to everyone in the camp below: "The Eighth Army is in trouble! The Eighth Army is in trouble!" Then they knocked the alarm in panic As the bell dropped, everyone in the camp was shocked, and they all put down their work, "Don't slack off, Hebrida, you are responsible for checking this place." Apis rubbed his hands with Hebrida, who saluted to express his order. Passing by, he quickly climbed up the tower, and then he saw the scene that frightened him the most in his life:

In the wind and snow, the main force of the Eighth Army rushed across the river and was attacked from multiple sides by the Pontus cavalry who had been ambushing behind the hills. The shouts of killing were earth-shattering.

"Idiot, Triari." Apis cursed in a low voice. As expected, Mithridates used his injuries to make a fuss about his death and lured Triari into the planned ambush.

After a while, everyone on the tower was stunned - because the golden eagle flag of the Eighth Army fell down and disappeared. It seemed that Triali was either killed or abandoned his troops and fled. The fall of the eagle flag completely shattered the courage of the soldiers of the Eighth Legion. They were charged back and forth by Scythian mercenary cavalry wearing animal skins. The originally stable formation was divided, torn, and finally overwhelmed. Even many of the bravest The veterans and centurions could only crouch behind their shields, futilely resisting arrows and horse hooves on the spot, but could not think of any way to change the situation.

"Attack. Arrange your formation across the river, then blow the communication bugle, and prepare to meet Triali." As soon as Apis' order came out, the four centurions next to him couldn't believe their ears, "But Your Excellency, we Even if we include wounded soldiers, we only have about a thousand troops. Doing so is tantamount to suicide."

"Listen, if Triali is killed, this place can't protect itself." Apis raised the ring on his finger to the centurions, which meant that his power was unquestionable. The centurions looked at each other, but they could only accept the order and went downstairs to assign tasks. Then Apis stepped on the stairs and climbed to the highest point of the tower. In the howling wind and snow, he shouted to everyone:

"Everyone, whether you are citizens or slaves, I, Apis, would like to greet you first. Happy Saturnalia, because the weather is good today. Then the Roman Unicorn Legion met on the battlefield ahead. There was a little trouble, and we had to cross the river to meet them, but the centurion told me that the current military strength was insufficient. So, I thought of a small way - now, Apis Yoder, As the Roman military tribune, I issue an urgent motion to liberate all the camp slaves in the camp here. Yes, you are now free people." As he spoke, Apis raised a reel. The document was signed and stamped on it, "This document will take effect immediately in the army of the Governor of Silesia. From now on, there will be no slaves in this military camp, so all people, including the original slaves, will take up arms and follow The trumpet sounds out of the camp!”

What!

Calabis and Poti couldn't believe their ears. This meant that they were now liberated, but Apis still did not call them citizens, but freedmen. Even so, they had to be born as real citizens. Together with the Roman soldiers, they went to the battlefield at such a dangerous time - although Calabis had been seeing the battlefield, now it meant that he had to work with the Roman soldiers, holding weapons, to confront the surging enemies head-on. It’s different.

But before he could figure it out, Hebrida threw a chainmail curtain to him, which was left by a soldier of the Eighth Legion who died of his injuries. Carabis hurriedly buckled the shoulder straps on the chainmail curtain, "You used to be in the Triple Corps, and now you are fighting with our Triple Corps." Then Arminius stuffed a Roman broad-bladed dagger into his hand, and Carabis felt his hand sink. Seeing this, Arminius sighed and said to Hebrida: "This guy is still a rookie."

"There is no time for training. Even a rookie has to make up the numbers. Listen to Carabis, you stand at the end of the queue." Hebrida gestured the dagger in his hand back and forth and said.

Stand at the back? This means that I am cannon fodder, and I am really used to make up the head. Then Carapis received a heavy javelin and a small round shield, which showed that Arminius was very considerate, because without being tempered, it was impossible to use the legion's javelin and shield flexibly, so this heavy javelin was actually equivalent to a spear for Carapis, and the small round shield was just a decoration.

"Remember, just know how to point the head of the javelin at the enemy immediately." Arminius instructed, then patted Carapis on the shoulder and put on his round helmet - unfortunately, Carapis didn't even have a helmet, his equipment was all pieced together, and it was not complete.

"Three regiments, line up, and get ready to listen to the trumpet." Hebrida personally held the triangular "tongue of fire" and stood on the snow. As a result, including the liberated military slaves, the entire regiment had only about forty people. "Heat up the meal, I will be back." Carapis turned his head and looked at Potti on the side, smiled and said.

Before leaving, Potti quietly stuffed a thick leather hat into his armor.

At the sound of the trumpet, the incomplete three-cohort, along with the rest of the hundred-man squadron, marched out of the camp in a column.

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