When the group of people shouted trumpets and bent their waists, sweat on their bodies oozed out of the wind, a kind of pale salty oozed out of the torn clothes, dragging Karabis' ship out of the shallows, "Put me down." Karabis, who climbed down from the soft ladder on the boat, jumped into the bone-breathing sea water, and walked up to the shore with swaying left and right. Aminius and others sat on it, panting, thinking that Karabis was here to check the bill.

"The legion's itinerary is very tight. I'm going to go to Eukxinghai soon. Are you willing to come with me?" When Aminius took the purse handed over by Karabis, the appearance and voice of the other party who squatted down made him stunned, "Karbis, it's you!"

"Originally, we could also follow the army and enjoy the great triumphal after the war, and at least receive a reward of a thousand drachmas, plus land resettlement in the colonies. But the Jewish slave named Demethlius had already arranged retaliation measures. He inspected our garrison city three months ago, and then impeached us to his master Pompei, who, as the commander and the chief executive, expelled us." Aminius on the deck drank the heated wine handed over by Calabis, then hugged the cup greedily and began to drink enthusiastically. He had not been exposed to hot drinks with alcohol for a long time. "Hey, Hebrida, say a few words! Your wife has written to you before, how did Calabis treat our family in Rome?"

Under the re-displayed kapok sail, Hebrida, who was sitting against the mast and holding a clay cup in his hand, slowly turned his head and said to Aminius and Karabis, "I'm not as short of money as you. I've long been enough to return to Rome. Do you know why I'm still with you? Pompey didn't let us get a great triumphal, so we snatched him up, so that he could only walk and get the most insignificant triumphal."

"Herbrida, do you want to take revenge on Pompei? Then we are standing on the same front." Opposite, Karabis's black hair danced in the sea breeze. "But you have to know. How much did your wife and daughter spend in the past three years in Rome? Do you think I sent Van Lundena to that kind of school, and you don't need to spend your year's military pay!" Just as Hebrida was holding the cup and preparing to mumble, Karabis flew up and kicked the low-ranking centurion's cup away, scaring the recruits and veterans around him, "Don't shout a few words to end, Hebrida. Now I hired you, the veteran who was fired by the Legion, and Aminius. All of you present will have the present in the future-I ask you to swear allegiance to me."

On the swaying deck, the veterans of Hebrida were silent. Karabis raised his fingers and the rings on it shone brightly. "Now, the envoy of the Thirteenth Legion, the Roman knights Karabis Gornalius Marcos, need your allegiance, otherwise I will roll off the boat now." The veterans looked out at the boundless black Eukxinghai, and then several people staggered under the mast, kissed Karabis' rings, then hugged them in pairs, and spoke oaths.

"A half-way salary, a gold chain, the low-ranking centurion of the 10th team, with an annual salary of 800 Seth withdrew from the serge." Karabis whispered when Arminius came up to hug him.

"Double share of food and salary, two gold chains, senior centurion of the 10th brigade, with an annual salary of 1,200 Seth withdrew. Your woman and daughter owe me, you don't need to pay it back." Finally, Hebrida also came up to sworn and hugged me. Karabis said expressionlessly, then pushed him to the side, pulled the rope, and shouted to everyone, "Listen, I am different from the tuna before, and I am different from Pompei. At least, in the group of the 10th brigade, I will not take off your gold chains and purse like Pompei, and drive you out naked, so that you can't fall into the state of being a boatman.

Those who have to perform well during their service will have twice or even three times the rations and military pay for these recruits. Of course, the same is true for all recruits. The purpose of our battle is very simple. Do you not want to take revenge on that guy Pompei, do you not want to take revenge on the Jewish man who is in power? Then in the Kingdom of Bosphorus, grab the dying Mitrada Tier, and then wear an ochre-red cloak, escort the royal family of Bendu, and triumphantly pass in the streets of Rome in the mint petals. Then look at the expression on that guy Pompei's face. I think it must be very interesting! How old can that guy who claims to be a general?"

The veterans all raised their cups and cheered in the splashing waves. Then Karabis ended the speech with a serious expression, pressed his hand solemnly on the bow rail, quietly carrying everyone on his back, and flowing down a lot of vomit into the sea water below. On the deck, it was really painful to speak with breath.

After a long period of bumpy ride, the nightmare journey was finally over. They saw the city of Ponticabien under Chenxu. What surprised Karabis was that he always thought that Bosphorus had the same scenery as the southern Russian prairie, but he was wrong. There were Greek colonial cities here early, with stone mines, farms, pastures and towns of all sizes, and layers of mountains, bathed in the holy sunlight.

Guided by the lighthouse on the cliff, the ship sailed into the semicircular marble harbor. Surrounded by the tower, all the Roman soldiers transferred to the boat and docked in groups of three or three. On the coastal square, the governor of the Kingdom of Bosphorus, Marca, the vice-president of Adianna, was surrounded by the guards and the generals, standing with his hands hanging down, expressing a warm welcome to the arrival of the four brigades of Roman reinforcements.

In the sound of the guard's horn, "Absolutely, absolutely! I am the supreme commander of the reinforcements, Bablius Claudi, where is the toilet, in the palace behind this tower?" In the queue, a young officer wearing a cloak and a gorgeous helmet hurriedly passed by Marca. After asking a few questions, he rushed to the steps of the palace.

Seeing this scene, Marcha's inverted eyebrows became even more drooping. He was a very short man with a nomadic face, full of acne on his face, and his beard was as thick as his father, inheriting the characteristics of the Persians.

When he saw Karabis standing in front of the Roman soldiers, he asked anxiously: "What is your identity?"
Chapter completed!