Augustus Road

Petro was about to cry loudly, and Eugutavis also volunteered to follow Crassus with his sword. The governor's retinue also wanted to follow, but Crassus stopped him, "There is no need to come. With such a large number of people, if the Parthians come at once and ask you to give up resistance, do not trust them easily. The whole army will be handed over to the command of the tribunes. If the tribunes are unwilling to perform their duties, they will be handed over to the centurions. Take everyone with you and break out into the mountains together."

Then Crassus and two lieutenants led a horse and slowly walked down the hillside. At this time, a ray of sunset on the horizon was as dazzling as fire. Surena and his retinue all rode on horseback, one by one to Crassus. After bowing, Surena greeted the Roman governor in fluent Greek and asked him if he had slept peacefully in the previous nights. This was obviously a sarcastic comment, because the Syrian governor's white hair was messy, his eyes were deep, and his face was complex. Turning blue, he now handed over all the pendants and ribbons to his subordinates. He only had a leather breastplate similar to that of an ordinary soldier. The veins on his arms and legs were protruding, making him look very unhealthy.

"I already know that this strong general is Eugutavis, and this smart-looking general is Petro. Oh, my dear Governor, you have to know that I spent a lot of time in previous battles. I have put in a lot of effort to get to know your subordinates, and now it seems that my small efforts are completely worth it." Surena smiled and waved on the horse, and his servants placed the barbecue and wine on the copper plate. , to satisfy the hunger and thirst of the group, at this time many Parthian cavalry surrounded them, trapping everyone firmly in the core position. Crassus squinted at Surena, and then looked back at the sunset-stained sky. Poe, he was five furlongs away. Then he sighed slightly, pushed away the food and wine brought by the other party, closed his eyes, and pondered in silence.

"Oh, I have a question. That is, apart from the two generals, who is this young attendant beside you?" Surena pointed with his riding crop at the figure beside Crassus whom he didn't know much about. The young man with black hair was carrying a wooden box on his back.

"He is insignificant, not my lieutenant, nor chief centurion. He is just a military clerk, here to confirm the content of the upcoming peace talks. I have taken care of his father in my career, and he voluntarily followed me as a patron. If you are interested in his name, I can tell you that his name is Gaius Rostius." Crassus replied in a very unwilling tone. "I really don't know. Under the current situation, it is rare for you to show such care to a little clerk."

Surena continued to smile, but his face was a little embarrassed. He originally expected Crassus to look panicked, but he had to admit that the other party was not a weak prey. He was still a Roman consul. Even though he made many stupid mistakes in tactics, and even though he was dressed like a down-and-out veteran, his majesty and momentum still existed. The corners of Surena's mouth twitched twice. , and then shouted angrily, of course not to the Romans, but to his followers, "Why are all of us on horseback, while the respectable Roman commander is on foot? What on earth is going on? , I want to ask you, Pomaceris!" This name belonged to his groom, who was immediately frightened and asked others to bring in a four-year-old horse. Blue-black, with shiny hair and gentle eyes, it is obviously a good horse from Media. It is also covered with a gold bridle. "Please allow me to apologize to you and implore you to sit on it now. This is Asasis." It was given to me, but now I give it to you - riding on it, we will go to the stream yonder to sign a peace treaty between the two countries."

Crassus sneered and said, "I have to say, General, you are holding me hostage, and then using me as a weight to force my elite team to lay down their weapons and surrender, right?"

"No, no, please don't get me wrong. I just heard that Romans often forget the peace treaties they signed, so I hope you will let Rosius finish writing the document by the stream, and then you will stamp the seal with your own hands. "

"Then you still kidnap me? Imprison me in the city of Seleucia?" At this time, Rosius, who was beside Crassus, was shaking all over. Looking at the calm Crassus, he seemed to be very scared.

"Well, maybe it's possible? I think I've already explained the reason in the previous sentence." Surena's eyes showed murderous intent, and he continued to threaten neither soft nor hard.

Crassus said no need, I have my own horse. At this time, the scene was already very solid. Eugutavis secretly clenched the hilt of his sword, and many of Surena's followers also drew their swords, followed by his groom. Pomaceris forcefully brought the horse over, and then asked other grooms to pull Crassus and push him onto the saddle. Rossius was at a loss as to what he was doing, while Petro was timid and afraid of death. , jumped on the horse first, and explained to Surena in a trembling voice, "I have submitted. Everyone should calm down their unreasonable irritability."

But Eugutavis was destined not to give his colleagues this opportunity. He said, "I have said before that the consul and the eagle are the only two things that cannot be lost. Destiny cannot be avoided, so I will destroy them." After that, he drew his sword and stabbed straight into the back of a Parthian groom. The other groom screamed and fell to the ground dead. The other grooms screamed, swarmed up, and stabbed Eugutavis with their swords from all directions. Among his bodies, the brave lieutenant twisted his body several times and fell to the ground dead.

"Rosius!" Before Crassus could finish his words, the groom Pomacellis jumped over, drew his sword and swung it, cutting off Crassus's outstretched right arm, splashing blood for several feet. Then the old man fell off his horse, holding the bleeding wound. Pomacellis swung his sword horizontally and cut off the white-haired head.

Petro tried to escape, but was pierced in the back by a spear thrown by a heavy cavalryman, and fell off his horse and died.

Some of the other servants of Crassus who followed were killed in the chaos, while others leaned against Rosius, raised their hands together, indicating that they were unwilling to resist and begged the Parthians for life. The riot ended in those two minutes, and the head of the consul of the Republic was also thrown into the dust in those two minutes.

"Pomaceris! You bastard, do you know that you just killed a noble person with your lowly status, you bastard!" Surena cursed loudly, rode forward, and whipped the groom who lowered his head with a whip. The groom's hair and flesh were beaten everywhere, but he still held Crassus's head and right hand tightly, howling for his master to give him a corresponding reward.

After a long time, Surena's heavy breathing gradually became even. He tidied up his slightly messy clothes, and then turned his eyes to Rosius, "You are a clerk of the other army, please open your box now."