Augustus Road

It was Mithridates who spoke. He cleverly hid his identity and even shaved off his thick beard that he was proud of. Tucker Schiller looked around: The phalanx guns next to him were like reeds, holding Soldiers with spears stood close together, all wearing "Macedonian helmets" with curved tops, holding small round shields and light armor. The ones at the front of the phalanx were guarded by heavy armored guards, wearing red feather helmets, indeed. It was Charnus, King of Godini, with an uncertain face.

"Yes, as you can see, my Majesty." Tucker Siler lowered his voice.

"It seems that our Charnus is not very happy."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I heard that he escaped from the battlefield last time. It seems that he is not willing to follow your son-in-law and go crazy to get rid of his vassal status."

Hey, talk to him - he has an elite citizen army, and his wife just died - who can tell him that I am willing to send my beautiful little daughter Adiana into his inner chamber Woolen cloth? "

"As you wish, I will send someone to negotiate immediately." Takshile agreed immediately.

"By the way, Takshile, my arm, you have to keep going to Jite Glenis after the expedition."

"Tell him to take the initiative to attack the Romans?"

"No, on the contrary, you must keep admonishing him and avoiding the sharp edges of the Romans." Mithridates said cunningly.

Sure enough, after Armenia's extremely large army left Tegreseta, Takshiler persuaded Tegrenis three times a day, suggesting that he should learn from the lessons of the previous tragic defeat, not to confront the Romans head-on, and it was best to adopt a cautious approach. The tactic of confrontation was to wait for the Romans to run out of food and retreat, which would lead to victory without a fight.

"Takshile, some people praised you as a bull in the Pontic wilderness. I didn't expect you to be such a cowardly rat. What I need is the glory of defeating the Romans with dignity." Sometimes, Tegranis was so angry at him. Taxile said that his ambition to fight the Romans became stronger and stronger.

The Armenian prince Tegre the Younger, who accompanied him on the expedition, became increasingly worried.

The army of more than 200,000 people was vast and extremely bloated. In addition, they came from various different ethnic groups, making the entire march like an armed parade. The kings and chiefs sometimes had banquets and sometimes quarreled. Tegrenis could not control them at all. , just like this, he led his imperial guards (his only subordinates with sensitive command) to stop and go, moving at a speed of fifty to a hundred stadia a day. Tegranis remembered clearly that on a night with a new moon like a hook in early December, a panting scout told him and little Tegranis:

"My king, a large Roman force has advanced to the city of Tegreseta and is beginning to attack the city!"

"Bastard, how is that possible!" Tegranis was shocked and angry. He had just led the army from this city a few days ago to find Rome's main force for a decisive battle. As a result, the Roman legion was accidentally inserted through the gap in his own army. Tegreseta? "Is it possible that the intelligence is wrong and it's my allies who are following behind?"

The scout took a sip of water and unceremoniously rejected the King of Kings' fantasy, "It's the Romans. Their soldiers all wore dark red cloaks, brass helmets, and wolfskin or bearskin cloaks and flags. The camp flag in the officer's hand shows that they are all members of the Eleventh Legion under Lucullas."

This is the 11th "Light Eel" Legion. After leaving Sophiny, they have been marching silently and quickly. Six thousand people walked like lightning in the clouds, and actually passed through Tegranis' huge army. Camp, drive directly to the city of Tegraseta without anyone knowing!

Tegrenis sat down on the throne, sweating profusely. The chiefs below were still shouting and drinking. Little Tegrenis next to him said: "Father, we must return to the army quickly, and fight with Rome in Tegresetta." People fight!"

Taxile rolled his eyes and said: "No, I suggest that you divide your troops into two groups. I can lead all the cavalry back with His Highness the Prince to fight the Romans below the city; while my king, you can lead all the cavalry. Infantry, hold on here in case there are other Romans." This was the wisest advice, but Taxile knew the temper of this willful King of Kings and thought of Mithridates. I only said this intentionally after being warned.

"No!" Tegrenis waved his hand vigorously, "Do as the prince said. I will attack from both sides with the defenders of Tegreseta and completely annihilate the Eleventh Legion. I heard that Luculas There are only three legions, and only two of them went into battle this time. Half of his strength was wiped out in one go, so we are not afraid that he will not surrender. "

Taxile then stood up, put his hand on his chest, and bowed like Tegranis: "Well, my king is wise, but he is too worried about his humble position - then, let me lead the army of servants in Pontus and stay here. Here, keep the other Romans away for my king.”

When the sun rose on the second day, the Armenian army camp, which stretched for three hundred stadias, was in a state of hustle and bustle. Tegranis was sitting on a pure gold chariot, speeding like lightning, and the hooves of five thousand Armenian Guards cavalry covered in iron armor and leather were in full swing. The sound stirred up a gray hurricane, running along the road of the camp towards Tegreseta.

"The front team becomes the rear team, and the whole army returns to Tegresetta to fight the Romans!" This order caused greater chaos in the huge team. "What's going on? How could the Romans appear in Tegresetta?" Many chiefs and kings did not believe this was true. It was not until a group of people actually followed the "King of Kings" that the rest of the troops followed spontaneously, but the army behind them, who were unaware of it, came and many people were crowded on the road, squeezed together, chariots, mules, slaves and soldiers were like headless flies, from one end of the camp to the other, shouting, scolding, moving forward or backward aimlessly, everyone was exhausted, but didn't know what they were doing.

"My poor son-in-law..." In front of a dwarf pine forest on a high place, Takshile stopped his horse here, watching the most noisy and huge farce below. Behind him, Mithridates, the king of Pontus, who was covered with a black cloak from head to toe, quietly repeated this sentence.

After a long time, Mithridates spoke: "Taxiel, we have to go in the opposite direction. Our goal is our old land, the land of the sea, Pontus. There will be no Romans here. I mean, I hope no Romans will come - my poor son-in-law." After speaking, Mithridates chuckled, and the divine horse under his crotch neighed long, carrying his master away quickly.

After nightfall, the 8,000 Pontic soldiers who were supposed to stay in the camp to block the Romans' follow-up troops all left according to Mithridates's prior arrangement. Not even a chicken feather was left in Tegrenes' camp - three quarters of an hour later, Luculas led the Seventh Legion and crossed the Euphrates River in the dry season and arrived here. When the patrol told the commander Luculas that the camp ahead was empty, this veteran man did not believe his ears: "Tegrenes is really a clumsy and domineering clown. I took so much trouble to deal with this person. Maybe it is my shame, not glory."

Next, Luculas Carabis and Kelly and other servants behind the horse gave orders in a calm tone: "Let the trumpeter blow the order of forced march, each century is one furlong (200 meters) away, keep searching for the enemy, the target is - Tegresetta. I will reap my victory there, as easy as harvesting wheat from my estate."

"I am very interested in watching how you defeat the huge army of the King of Kings with such a small number of people. This may be just your boast. In my opinion, it is a miracle that you can rescue the 11th Legion that is alone in the deep." In the carriage next to Luculas, Adiana's tone was suddenly harsh.

She just passed by her father with a difference of three quarters of an hour.

But Luculas replied gracefully: "It would be my greatest honor to have your ladyship watch the battle."

The ticking trumpet sounded in the cold night,

"Only trust the legion, only trust the legion.

Only trust Bacchus, only trust Bacchus.

We fight for our fathers (senators), kill the enemy's men, rape the fat women, and rob them of their wine. This is the sense of honor our fathers taught us..."