"You mean, are we chasing him along the Arno Valley?"

"No, no, what we need now is to use a light ranger to block his path to Liguria. Then he fell into our siege, and we will defeat him completely near the Pikenum area!" Claudi suggested.

Neruda touched his fat belly for a while and felt that he could not let Cicero and Kathirin down. Although these two were mortal enemies, as long as I could safely go to Macedonia to scrape the land for a year in half a year, I would not have been so worried about it. So he hummed twice, "Claudi, I have approved these matters. You have to handle them with all your power. You have to forgive an old man who is not in charge of his legs."

After the military salute, Claudi, who withdrew from the tent, saw Karabis leaning against the wooden fence at the entrance of the tent. The two of them made gestures and planned successfully in advance.

The words that were just recorded were completely copied by Karabis on the wooden board and handed them over to Claudi, and read aloud in front of the coach.

At night, the gathering whistles sounded, and among the torches, Claudi held the commander's license plate and read the latest order, "We now need a 'Campiggeni' (a front-selling officer) to lead three brigades to carry out a glorious and secret mission. As for the army itself, it will be stationed in the place tomorrow, because it is mostly surrounded by farms and towns, and we need to obtain supplies for a total of two days." Hearing Claudi's words, bursts of joyful whistles came from the queue. The so-called "supply" means robbing the towns in farms and towns, and then transfer the spoils to the soldiers who accompanied the army for alcohol, gambling and prostitution.

As for the "glorious and secret mission" that the deputy general said. Sorry, everyone was automatically humble in the future. There was no doubt that in the end, only two brigades were willing to carry out this task - the Fourth Battalion of the Second City Legion and the Tenth Battalion. "Senior Centurion, Milu Quintas, you have served in Spain before and have rich combat experience. I think you are the best candidate for this mission." Claudi looked serious and then delivered a battalion flag to Milu.

"Mr. Deputy General, swear to the God of War, I am willing to complete the mission to the death. But I need the best and lightest equipment in the barracks." Milu took the flag and asked.

In the camp, soldiers were noisy, wearing helmets, putting locks on their bodies, and buckles of military shoes. Tagus paced back and forth and shouted, "I'll reiterate it. When the morning star fell, we set out and everyone checked their gear. I especially reminded me to bring several things - bags of sheep cheese and mazza, purse, pickaxe, pickaxe, and baskets, as well as two pairs of spare military shoes. Immediately, there were no ox carts and mule carts. Follow us on the road, everything depends on ourselves, novices."

The scale officer also came over and shouted to everyone, "This mission, each one has 100 great drakmas. Now it is put in your wallets. You can pick them with a pickaxe. Don't lose them, and you can take advantage of the guys around you." A burst of laughter suddenly came from the camp. You must know that if these guys obeyed, Karabis spent a lot of money. He got some money from the military supplies and paid some of them himself. Only then did he finally calm the emotions of the people and was willing to carry out the mission, rather than clamoring to "get supplies" with other friendly forces.

Under the ink-black night sky, Qimingxing flashed, and the two brigades kept silent quietly, fully armed, climbed a narrow path, and walked around the pass of the Arno Valley under the guidance of a Ligurian indigenous herder.

The next day, when I saw the Neruda Legion staying in place, the rebels Katilin and Manius were also stationed outside 80 furlong distances - now both sides need to recruit troops, collect food and rest. Since you don't chase me, I won't leave.

But the two brigades of Karabis were still walking, and time was won. The herder of Liguria who had taken 800 Ses to the quit, told him with certainty that he could reach the pass of the valley one or two days in advance by walking from this road sandwiched between the sea and the mountains.

"You wastes can only fight on the streets of Rome, so go back to your slums and continue to be your scum and gangsters! You are not even as good as mules and oxen, because they have two more hooves than you!" All the recruits walked through the deep and cold mountain roads, their armor and clothes were soaked in heavy sweat, carrying a full set of equipment, step by step, and endured the scolding of the tenth and centuries, "Just eat, eat, continue walking forward, and the people behind will eat in the back bag of the people in front!" Hearing this order, the soldiers carrying a pickaxe in one hand and a shield and a javelin in the other, did not stop, but stretched their necks, and directly took out a piece of sheep-cheese masa from the guy's opening back bag, chewed in his mouth, and continued to move forward.

Karabis, who was walking in the front, turned around and reached out to send out a few groups of masa to the soldiers in the front to eat, "This thing is not to my taste." A soldier with a sweaty and tide face said.

"If you want to drink, go to the pass."

As a result, a day later, when all the soldiers walked down a hillside full of umbrellas, a nearly half-dead fatigue made them stagger, and they could no longer maintain their queue and balance. On the sandy ground below the hillside, they threw down their backpacks, pickaxes, and weapons, and began to take off their worn shoes, change into new ones, and start to pass the kettle. The destination arrived at the mountains of the valley, the intersection of the sea and land, where the Arno River poured into the sea, and a turning point, and then headed north, you could enter Liguria.

"Stay for a daytime (about an hour and a half), give them hot water and wine, and then start work." Karabis told Milu and Pope, then took off his helmet, grabbed Masa and swallowed it. After the time arrived, Milu took off the lock curtain, barely sturdy upper body, and shouted to the whole army: "Pop the hot water in the kettle onto yourself!" The soldiers stood up one by one, and started to do it, "Flush all the damp and cold water." Then Milu took out a tube of olive oil and applied it to her body, "Put on each other with your partner, focusing on the back, neck and armpits. It can prevent exposure to the sun and frostbite. This means, guys, we need to build a solid fortress in this area until late at night!"
Chapter completed!