Augustus Road

Adiana was stunned. She struggled to hold herself up with her slender arms, and then touched her swollen and bleeding cheek, only to realize that this was not a dream - her father was indeed beating her.

Tears mixed with fear and pain poured out freely from her small mouth and nose. They were salty and bitter. Her vision was blurred, but Mithridates continued to walk over and grabbed her beautiful and soft body. He grabbed her up by her long chestnut hair and struck her left and right, causing her to scream and fall to the floor again. "Aren't these tears shed due to pain!" Mithridates roared, " Good girl, your biggest mistake is to regard me as your father, but ignore my other identity, the king of the Black Sea Kingdom. You didn't take the king's warning to heart at all. It was you and Philip who conspired to kill me. My son. I should never have let this bastard go after Malcha."

Adiana, who was lying on the ground with messy hair and bleeding from her mouth and nose, laughed, "Yes, all this was my plan. I induced Philip to kill his concubine. The two brothers were as stupid and ridiculous as his sister. They fully thought that by killing Maltsa and you, my father, and marrying me, they would be able to surrender to Pompey, keep their territory and title, and become the successors of the capital. However, they underestimated the Mitra family, which was closely related to their status. His inherent beast-like noble vigilance is definitely not comparable to that of the descendants of poor actors." After saying that, Adiana gritted her teeth and stood up, forced herself to smile, and said to her father, "How about it, Father? Are you qualified to be the successor of this empire?"

Mithridates touched Adiana's hair with a serious expression, then untied her belt, took off the small golden crown that her mother Monimee had when she was alive, and pushed her out of the hall, "You You are no longer the princess of Pontus. Without the golden crown, you will be nothing. Adiana, you are drifting further and further down the wrong path. This little crown made your mother a concubine and you a princess. Now it makes you an ordinary woman in the city of Ponti Kabiang. The wheel of fortune keeps turning. It is natural that you will get the crown if you turn it to the top, but not necessarily if you turn it to the bottom. "

Adiana, with her long hair disheveled and her face covered in blood and dust, looked at her father in disbelief, but she quickly pointed at her father and shouted: "Father, I have been working hard for the empire, believe me , only I can save this country! See what else you have? You are old and faint. Now as long as I walk out of the palace gate and give the order, my new model army will immediately surround it, and you will have to surrender. out of the throne.”

Mithridates opposite smiled disdainfully, then sat upright on the throne, spread his hands, and said: "Adiana, when you no longer have the title of Mithra, look at you. What else can you do? Go out and ask your new model army to surround and intimidate me, or go find anyone you think you can rely on, if you can find one."

Under the early spring sunshine, Adiana stumbled and touched the pillars of the palace and walked down the street. She stood a little dazedly in the flying dust. Many dirty things were walking around in front of her, including cattle, horses, poultry, and untouchables. , slaves, etc., looked at her disrespectfully with all kinds of strange eyes, her heart was empty, she had never been so worried, even when she was captured by Roman soldiers in Calabi Palace and became a military slave, she still felt Arrogant, because she deeply believes that even if her situation changes, she will always be the daughter of Mithridates and Monime, the princess of Pontus with chestnut hair and eyes. Her crown is not only on her head, but also Wear it in your soul and blood.

Now, her crown fell to the muddy ground...

A group of New Model Army soldiers, whom she had personally built, walked along the street in the direction where she was standing. She took two steps forward mechanically, but the group of soldiers walked past her expressionlessly. No one noticed her plight, but that wasn't disrespectful at all, it was just that she was completely ignored.

"I'm not Adiana anymore, not anymore!" Adiana was lost and bumped into a stall. The stall owner with black teeth, probably a Scythian, smiled obscenely, He desperately held her hand and shouted something. She was frightened and frightened, so she hurriedly broke away. As a result, her thin butterfly sleeves were torn and her long hair was rippled. She ran away frantically, her father's words still echoing in her ears. , "Or go find anyone you feel you can rely on."

"Amphora." This thick, black and ugly image instantly filled her head, making her whole body ache. She leaned over and gasped hard, and the enamel gold pendant swinging around her neck caught her attention. She lifted the thing, the liquid inside was still swaying, and the power in it clearly made her feel, "What are you afraid of? You already died once in the Karabi Palace three years ago, and now you will not die again in this world." Nothing is worth dying for, Adiana, you can die for yourself."

"Your Highness." When Adiana was hesitant to make a decision, Achilles, the commander of the Pontic Navy, stood in front of her and called her.

The cold and wet sea breeze blew against her face. After her head sobered up a little, she confirmed that her location was in front of the Temple of Io and close to the large pier of Ponticabion. She looked at Achilles in a daze, no. Know what to say.

On the Acropolis, Roman soldiers were throwing javelins and stones down fiercely. Of course, this was of no use to the "giant snake" wooden shed pipes tied with sandbags by the Achaeans. These giant snakes had reached the foot of the city wall.

"Calabis, it's too late for you to go back on your word now, as long as you have this thing." Behind the battlements, Popper next to the legion envoy held up a clay pot with holes, with large triangular iron nails sticking out of several holes. "It's full of It's rice oil and asphalt. In fact, if you throw this thing into the wooden shed, the iron nails will penetrate the sandbags, and the kerosene will drip into the pipes of the wooden shed and continue to burn. We can burn this thing in one day. Gotta be naked.”

"But we will also die here because of lack of food. The only hope for the entire advance team now is with the Agayan people. All the soldiers who can fight are gathered behind this city wall and stand by. If it is true, The Achaeans deceived me. If we use this wooden shed pipe to dig down the city wall, we must not let the Pontic army easily enter through this gap," Karabis said.

At night, the pipes of the Achaean wooden sheds made a fierce beating sound. The Romans on the top of the city held their breath, and those behind the city wall all drew their fighting swords. Even if they were too hungry, they were ready to die. Preparation for a battle.

Over there, the banging sound on the inner wall of the pipe became more intense. (End of Volume 2) (To be continued.)