Augustus Road

"Those who are not good-looking will always suffer more." - Philopomen, the famous ancient Greek general

Adiana was stunned for a moment, and then with that unique laughter that was both noble and contemptuous, she said, "What name? It's so funny."

"Don't laugh! My original name is Lepida. I originally had my own clan and homeland. I am a free and noble person. At least my status is not lower than that of Your Excellency, the Queen. The slaves now only restrict my certain status, but I and De Mitrius is different, I am not born a slave, and I am not willing to be a slave forever - please don't seek my pleasure and poach me - besides, I did it as a kiss with you that night!"

The princess's face became a little unnatural, and her originally fluent and elegant Greek was stuttered, "Bold, arrogant bastard..."

But Karabis ignored her, packed up his things, and went back.

The morning light had just begun to rise, and the stars had not yet set. In front of the bonfire in the camp, Luculas knelt in front of the niche statue and prayed constantly. Then Kelly handed over a sword with an ivory handle, and Luculas took it. After passing, he put it on his waist, stood up, and walked to the standing mirror. Several slaves helped him put on the armor, cloak, greaves, and wrist guards. Finally, Kelly handed over the coach's gorgeous helmet. .

After wearing it, Luculas saw Calabis standing aside, so he took out a piece of clothing from the box under the mirror and handed it to him. Calabis took it and unfolded it. He saw that it was a half-old piece of clothing. Dark red cloak, quite thick.

"Calabis, my son, I'm very sorry. I haven't thought of a better gift to give you today. This is the war I fought against the Massi (the alliance of ancient Rome) twenty years ago. war, that is, the war between the Italian Latin League and the city of Rome for the citizenship of Rome. In the end, the Latin League city was defeated, but it gained permanent citizenship). Don’t worry, it is not valuable, but it is very warm. Perfect for today’s weather.”

Calabis wrapped his cloak around himself gratefully, and then Luculas nodded to everyone, "Life and death are determined by fate, but victory is won by oneself." After speaking, he turned around and strode like a meteor. He walked out, followed closely by several personal slaves such as Kelly and Karabis.

The snow last night had been scattered and not large-scale, as if it had brought some silver embellishments to the black land and white tents. Everywhere was covered with a thin layer of snow. When Luculas walked to the deer village at the front of the camp, Murila was waiting at the exit in full military uniform.

"Tegreseta, I'll leave it to you!" Luculas and Murilla made a fist bump when they passed each other.

"Don't worry, none of them can escape." Murila's promise came from behind.

At this time, the soldiers of the two legions on standby at Luzhai stood up under the centurion's order and inspected their swords and javelins. Luculas walked through the ranks of the soldiers expressionlessly, "Your Excellency, don't forget Promised the spoils of Tegreseta.”

"Your Excellency, don't let Amisus do it again."

Someone openly said this in the queue. The soldiers' helmets and armors were covered with frost and snow. Many of them stuffed leather, sponges or blankets into their clothes to resist the cold.

At the end, Secdelius, Pomponius, Claudius and other lieutenants, with jingling spurs, were riding on their horses, surrounded by elite Roman cavalry, with eagle flags and scepters like a forest, shining with golden light. Luculas then jumped on his mount, a white horse, and shouted an order to all the generals:

"In the first wave of frontal attacks, put in the two first brigades!"

"The following eighteen cohorts, led by Pomponius, pressed forward with all their might."

"I, Reckless Man, Claudius, the Thracian mercenaries, and four large armies will go back to the meander in the west to squeeze the enemy from the flanks."

After the arrangement was completed, Luculas's red cloak and tassels were flying in the cold wind. He pulled out his sword and shouted to the whole army: "Brothers, we must win, we will definitely win! God bless Rome!" "

Thousands of Roman soldiers, holding javelins and daggers together, shouted in unison - "God bless Rome!"

Suddenly, the entire battlefield was filled with murderous intent and strong winds.

Adiana stood quietly on a tower in the camp, looking at the situation on the entire battlefield. She still didn't believe it from the bottom of her heart. Luculas, who had only 24 brigades fighting, could defeat 200,000 troops. Tegranis.

Looking down from Adiana's point of view, the entire battlefield was split by a shallow river, but this river turned around a hill, forming an "L" shape, and Tegranis's The army set up an extremely large formation on the east side of the meander.

An army of two hundred thousand barbarians, the sounds of their voices and weapons were like a furious ocean. The camp and flag of Tegranis were on a high tower at the core of the lineup, and were guarded by 500 heavy armored cavalry. On the front of the river, people and horses were densely lined up. The first line was the 10,000 Medi archers; the second line was Godini's army and the Syrian Greek heavily armored mercenaries; and the third line was an extremely large company. There are more than 100,000 people in the phalanx of the barbarian infantry who can't even form a detachment. They not only block the sight of others' command, but also block the sight of their own actions. The last line is the command center of Tegranis; it stretches long Both flanks are Armenian cavalry.

To prevent the Romans from launching a flank attack at the river bend in the west, Tegrenis had made preparations. He stationed the most elite Armenian guard cavalry on the hills of the river bend. Once the enemy crossed the river to attack, they would charge down and drive them all back to the river to annihilate them! On the other side of the hill was an equally large Armenian baggage camp, with tens of thousands of people, and the number of mules and horses was not much different from that of people, sandwiched between the guard cavalry and the command center.

"Little Tegreni, the Romans are moving." Tegrenis in the pure gold carriage suddenly became nervous because he saw smoke and dust billowing in the Roman position, and then saw Luculas leading a group of people and horses running along the other side of the river.

But when he calmed down and began to estimate the number of Romans, he couldn't help laughing: this group of people, at most, was no more than 5,000 people, not enough for the number of Armenian first-line archers.

"Poor Romans, is that all they have?" Tegrenis regained his spirit and laughed at the guards and favorites around him.

A favorite who was good at comedy took the opportunity to flatter: "Oh my God, my king, these are the Romans? I think that as an army, their number is too small; but as an envoy, their number seems too large." This joke obviously satisfied Tegrenis. He laughed happily for a long time, and then said to little Tegreni: "Are they going to run away?" The prince next to him, little Tegreni, spoke bluntly: "Father, on the contrary, I know that the Romans will not wear gorgeous clothes when attacking, nor will they hold up shields inlaid with gems. Sometimes they don't even wear armor, but only wear cloaks or leather on their heads and shoulders, like a group of gray wild wolves, which means that they are going to fight the enemy to the death!"

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