Augustus Road

The centurions of the Seventh Legion sang the Legion Song one after another. They were dirty and dusty, holding pickaxes, carrying their own weapons and baggage, and running like the wind, which simply shocked Carabis. These professional soldiers trained the skills of carrying weights (about 40 kilograms) and marching day after day. The motto of "more sweat in peacetime and less blood in war" was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Ordinary soldiers wore knee-length chain curtains, held oval shields, and helmets with fluttering horsehair helmet tassels indicating that they were about to go into battle. They wore shoes that were tied on their feet to walk on flat ground in complex terrain. The crossbowmen had a harder time. They carried artillery together with slaves (a legion was composed of ten catapults and fifty-five crossbows) and walked quickly and fearlessly.

They really deserved the nickname "Marius's Mule".

But I am not a joke. The Roman military system stipulates that no matter you are a military tribune, a centurion, or just a camp slave, once you march quickly, everyone must keep pace, and no one is allowed to fall behind. So, in fact, during the previous period of military service, Carabis finally got the hang of it: he didn't even run a thousand meters in college, and it was really not easy to adapt here.

Fortunately, Luculas only asked him and Kelly and other close slaves to follow behind his mount. The horse trotted all the way, and Carabis followed with big strides. The things on his back were in the niche, which were not too heavy compared to the treatment of the camp slaves before. Kelly, the shield slave, began to run with a heavy shield.

"Carabis, you still walk with your feet, and continue this lowly way of doing things as a slave. This is your own choice." Adiana on the carriage, seeing Carabis running with the niche on his back, would sit on the carriage with a grudge, look at Demetrius who was also in the carriage, and then look at Carabis, and sarcastically said.

At this time, "Carabis" would run, raise his head and look at her stubbornly, saying "I don't care!"

One day, two days, three days, a miracle happened, so miraculous that Carabis couldn't believe his eyes: the Seventh Legion, with faster and faster speeds, actually began to march side by side with the torrent of the Armenian army!

Carabis could see the Armenian infantry and cavalry at a distance of four or five furlongs, either stopping to rest or going on the road in a mess. But these people turned a blind eye to them. Most of these barbarians had never fought against the Romans before, and didn't even know what the Romans looked like! You know, the army of Tegrenis came from at least fifty tribes, with no language and poor signal. Perhaps they thought that this Roman legion was just one of the fifty tribes.

The whole scene was too chaotic, and everyone only knew: the target was Tegreseta.

On the fourth day, Tegrenis was sitting in a golden carriage with a canopy to rest. He suddenly saw a strange group of people and horses, all dusty and exhausted, and all the officers and soldiers were running desperately, galloping past him. He couldn't help but point at them and asked Tegreni: "What nationality is this army from?"

"Congratulations, my father." Tegreni looked for a while and said: "They should be the main Roman force that came later. Your father-in-law betrayed you. He didn't stay in the camp at all."

Tegrenis opened his mouth wide, was surprised for a while, and then asked two questions embarrassedly: "Why did the Romans march with us? Why did they run faster than our vanguard?"

"Because they are Romans, my father."

"Romans..." Tegrenis suddenly felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.

When the Seventh Legion arrived at the final destination, the 11th Legion's siege position against Tegresetta, the other side had already laid out the camp, towers, trenches, bridges, stakes, and crossbow launch positions. The chief centurion and Murilla stood in front of the gate and saluted Lukulas who rushed in on a horse. Several horse slaves quickly tied the commander's mount, and Lukulas jumped off the horse: "Tomorrow, I will lead 24 battalions, of which I want the first battalions of the two legions to follow me, plus all the auxiliary cavalry, archers and slingers. You lead the allied legion and the rest of the battalions to continue to siege the city and prevent the Armenians from joining." Lukulas finished the arrangement in one breath and strode into the commander's tent.

Many generals, including Adiana, followed him.

"Tomorrow is the day of the first waxing moon. It was on this day that our consul was completely annihilated by the Teutons. This is a famous unlucky day for the Romans and not suitable for war!" Murilla suggested without stopping.

Luculas stopped, as if thinking about something. After a pause, he turned around and said to everyone with a resounding sentence:

"Gentlemen, then I will turn tomorrow into a famous lucky day for the Romans."

When it was late at night, Luculas dismissed the generals and asked Carapis to place the niche, and then he lay on the golden couch, his eyes wide open, his hands crossed on his chest, and he said nothing. In the tent, the candlelight and moonlight mixed together, and the scene was dead silent.

For a long time, Luculas seemed to be talking to himself, or to Calabis and Kelly: "Sometimes, I think, I have the talent given to me by God. Before I could read from my family, My father was convicted of corruption, my mother cared about nothing but having fun with her many lovers, and my brother Marcos was still so young that I took on the responsibility of the family very early. It’s a man’s burden, but no one else would have imagined that the first thing I did after inheriting the family business was to accuse the chief fortune teller who came forward to accuse my father. "After taking a drink of water, Luculas continued," No one thought I could win at that time, neither senators, knights, nor citizens, because my father's crime was unmistakable, and most people thought I was just a hot-headed young man who would push himself to the point of being unable to take a single breath. I was in a state of ruin. But everyone was wrong. My performance in France was like a hound biting its prey, and like a wounded tuna, avoiding the enemy's attack with great flexibility—— In the end, not only the jury, but also all the spectators stood up and applauded me warmly. This small appeal made me famous throughout the city of Rome. At this time, I felt that I had won. It’s so simple, and this time will be no exception.”

"I will not fail." Luculas said these last words and fell asleep peacefully.

After wiping the niche, Calabis walked out of the commander's tent to wash some utensils used by the priests. The entire camp was quiet, and a few snowflakes fell calmly on his shoulders and head. Feeling the chill, he raised his head. , found that the bright moon was in the sky, reflecting the six crystal clear colors, and fell into the black river one by one, disappearing without a trace.

What Luculas said just now gave Calabis a deep feeling. Yes, Luculas is indeed a noble. His mother's side is the famous Metla family, but he has reached this point without completely It all depends on my own strength. Compared with him, am I willing to be a slave now?

"Hey, Calabis, the Romans will definitely lose tomorrow's war. Luculas will definitely use my aunt and I as bargaining chips to negotiate a peace. It's still too late for you to regret it now!" Calabis heard what Adiana said His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to struggle, never ending!

Adiana was wearing a soft cloak. In her eyes, the light snow would not make her feel any cold, but instead added a bit of fun. This perfect night scene was used to tease a handsome little slave into changing his mind. , kneeling down under her skirt is naturally the most appropriate thing to do.

Unexpectedly, the other party stood up, looked back at himself, and said clearly: "Your Majesty, maybe I should tell you the truth. I am not some Calabis. I am a person with a name. My name is Li-Bi." —Da.”

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