Augustus Road

However, there is an atmosphere of great joy in the camp, not for anything else but because today is the most important festival of the year in Rome, Saturnalia.

Apis was not willing to steal his love. After arranging the shifts, he ordered the soldiers to have fun and eat meat, sing and dance, but strictly prohibit alcohol. As a result, there was a roaring fire in the camp, and the soldiers shouted "Saturnalia" (the chant of Saturnalia) and ate the barbecued meat with sauce on the copper spit. The women accompanying the army, including Bo Di came in and out, bringing baked bread and dishes. The newly emancipated slaves were also invited to the dinner, because during Saturnalia, Roman citizens would invite their own slaves to sit at the table, drink wine and eat food, and share a day of life without class distinctions, " During Saturnalia, elves and devils are released into the world, and there are no restrictions on human behavior.”

Calabis, who was also laughed at by Arminius and a few others, was carried up and paraded back and forth in the camp. "Citizens and soldiers, please pay attention. This guy was almost regarded as Priapus some time ago." As a sacrifice, he was castrated by the Greeks. Today, everyone will put him on the roasting spit and use it to worship the god of agriculture!"

Everyone laughed, and one of the soldiers who lost his left eye shouted, "Calabis, I heard that you were the maid of the Princess of Pontus before, so have you slept with her? How does the Princess' body feel, right? Is it the same as applying honey?" As a result, there was a wave of boos from both men and women in the tent. Some women knocked on their cups and shouted, "Calabis belongs to Poti, Calabis belongs to Poti," and everyone started to boo. , they found some dry flowers and plants from the "harvest tree", woven them into garlands, and hung them around the necks of Calabis and Poti just like they did for newlyweds. Then they all gathered around the two of them and danced to their heart's content.

There was a loud noise that startled everyone. It turned out to be Hebrida, who was sitting in the corner of the dining table. She hit the wine glass hard on the table with a sullen face. Everyone fell into uneasy silence, not knowing what the centurion was going to do about this issue. As a result, he slowly stood up, took a long breath, and said: "For Uteris and Safano, cheers."

After a while, everyone picked up their cups and said, "Cheers to them for entering the Temple of Mars."

"Long live the Triple Alliance!" Hebrida continued.

"Long live the Triple Alliance."

The snow outside was getting thicker and thicker. Several defeated soldiers of the Eighth Army had eaten and drank enough. They stood in front of the coach's house, raised their swords and shouted the slogan "Terri Alli, get out". Some people started to cry. They got up and cried in the daytime for the tribunes, centurions or comrades in the same camp who had died in the battle, and had fierce physical conflicts with the guards, which caused quite a stir.

At this moment, Triali was indeed hiding in the tent of Apis, without a soul, fearing that the angry soldiers would break in and he would become a victim of violence. Apis, on the other hand, was sitting in front of his simple rough wooden table - this table was his desk, his dining table, and his bed after being covered - eating wheat porridge and bread slowly: "Your Excellency, Commander, I I advise you to eat first, because we don’t know when Pontic’s army will come to continue the attack, nor when Luculas’ reinforcements will arrive. Only after you have a full meal can you deal with the following situations.”

Triari became even more panicked. He pressed down on Apis' table and asked, "You mean, Luculas may not come to rescue us?"

As a result, Apis raised his head and glanced at him, then ignored him and just immersed himself in eating.

In the middle of the night, the excitement of the Saturnalia ended, but the newly liberated freedmen in the camp were still laughing and laughing, stepping on the snow, lighting torches, and pushed Calabis and Poti into a separate tent. This was something they had deliberately set aside for the two of them to enjoy. A loud-mouthed mule and horse breeder laughed and joked: "May Priapus bless you tonight, and don't let the beautiful woman get away from you again." Sighing in front of the wooden carvings!" All the people laughed happily, because although they had just been liberated on this day, they might still be unable to get rid of or be killed or re-inhabited if the Pontic army came in tomorrow. The fate of slavery, drunk now and drunk now, is the voice of everyone, so women clapped their hands and sang:

If there were three wrinkles on her face and her body was as dry as a sack,

The white teeth have lost their luster, and the big eyes have become smaller.

He would say disgustedly,

Pack your belongings and go!

The way you blow your nose annoys me, so go away!

I want a new wife who doesn't have a runny nose.

The men also clapped their hands and responded:

She is as proud as a queen in this house,

But she soon abandoned the king, changed her family, and became a bride again.

Her bed is always hot,

The awning of her window is always open at night,

She married eight husbands in five years, which is amazing!

This should be engraved on her epitaph for future generations to appreciate.

After everyone laughed and had enough fun, they retreated together. The world in the entire camp fell silent, leaving only the sound of falling snow outside. Potty's eyes were staring straight at Calabis, his thick wild lips She slowly squirmed, "Calabis, you once said on the side of the carriage that you wanted me to beg for mercy under your crotch." Then, she slowly untied her clothes...

"Oh... Carabis, you're right, you weren't a virgin before..." Under the warm blanket, Botti tilted his neck and hummed absentmindedly, with his hands crossed around Carabis' back, letting him gallop on his body like a wild horse, sometimes making eye contact with each other, sometimes rubbing noses against each other, sometimes biting lips, panting and interlacing their breasts, "I'm curious, is it Adiana, or the woman wearing a mask..." These words made Carabis lose his mind temporarily, with his sweaty hair loose, supporting himself with both hands, his lower abdomen pressed against Botti's warm breasts, not knowing what to say.

At this moment, the enamel pendant that Adiana gave him was lying comfortably on Botti's undulating "White Snow Spring Mountain", shaking slightly with the beating of her heart.

"What are you afraid of, Karabis?" Botti smiled, stretched out her hand and wiped Karabis' wet hair, "I'm just curious, just curious. No matter what happened in the past, it's only me who is with you now." After that, she licked Karabis' earlobe lightly with her wet and soft tongue. Karabis' body shuddered, and he felt his crotch suddenly swell again. "Go on, maybe I will enjoy a sweet death soon, I will beg for mercy for you to hear - oh..." As Kara Biss "slashed" with all his strength, and Potti's beautiful eyes rolled up. Then Carabis bit her lips fiercely, and the two of them fought fiercely with their teeth...

A few days later, the snowflakes became much lighter, with only one or two drifting by the wind occasionally. Carabis patted the fur hat wrapped around his head with his hand, and covered his numb ears and mouth. He also had a short sword hanging on his shoulder strap, and his body was covered with a chain curtain and a cloak, which were given to him by Arminius that day. His feet stepped on the snow, making a creaking sound.

"Is there only a corpse here?" Hebrida, who was walking in front of him, muttered, touching her nose that was frozen red like raw beef.

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Happy New Year everyone, there are more chores today, and I will update twice a day normally

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