ps: I will run naked next week, and I will ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket.

"Little Niko doesn't need a father, and we don't need a woman from the Amazon tribe." Helenputina buckled her face armor and rode a white horse and turned to the depths of the dense forest.

When Ella saw the queen's attitude, she waved her head and had to leave with El Capa.

Follow the cavalry! This was the order issued by Karabis after successfully attacking and burning the Tukschille's baggage camp. He put on his pants and lay on a relatively docile mule. A cavalry led the mule with a rope and ran with the battalion officer. Karabis, who rode a donkey, felt how cute the little donkey was. This bad harness that was temporarily put on, this furious animal, was a great torture to his whole body, especially his butt and two thighs. No wonder most of the cavalry dismounted were skewed legs. He couldn't help but admire the cavalry that did not even have stirrups in this era.

At the intersection, the group of people suddenly divided into three teams and rushed out in a scattered manner. The goal was to meet with the main column of Hebrida. The cavalry leader of each leader had a wooden board with a map on his belt, and he also brought a tax collector responsible for guidance. Before, Karabis marked the route of the scattered retreat and handed it over to the tax collector and the cavalry leader. The three teams had scattered points and small assemblies, and then set up a large assemblies, and then followed the mountains to catch up with the main column led by Brida in Shanghai.

Along the way, most of the cavalry teams of Bendu were carried out harassment and patrol missions, and were quickly dispersed and expelled. The cavalry leader of the team Karabis was in front of a wasteland. He slammed the horse and waved the flame flag in his hand to the back. Then the tax collector gasped. At this time, the sky was gloomy again, the sun disappeared, and the snowflakes gradually became dense and fierce. "Where did you go?" The tax collector who was riding on the mule and was led weakly, and then he lay on the saddle and stopped moving.

Snowflakes and ice swept on Karabis's face with all their hearts. Large clouds of smoke were sprayed out from their mounts, and their armor and hats were covered with thick six ice crystals. They continued to run forward. Some people accidentally fell off mules and horses, and some companions pushed him up again. It was not until they saw the gray mountains in the snow that they breathed a sigh of relief.

As the evening approached, three teams of men caught up with the main column of the 13th Legion, with very little losses. This is the result of the effective organization of the troops. In the wind and snow, the main column sent guards around. The rest of the soldiers and military slaves were quickly building temporary camps with wooden fences fixed in advance.

In the tent, under the dim fire, Karabis and Aminius were wrapped in a blanket, with melted snow water under their feet. They looked at the brazier with dull eyes and shivered for a long time but couldn't say a complete sentence.

Seeing that the few people couldn't make a word, Hebrida spoke directly: "Our advantage over Turk Schiller has been established. All their food and fodder have been burned by us, and all their money has been stolen. They are now just a group of poor worms riding animals. Next, before Turk Schiller retreats from Hersonnes, block the cavalry team of Bendu and must forcibly march in the snow."

Karabis stared at Hebrida, and was still "shaking" there. Finally, he took a lot of effort, nodded, and then pointed to a group of tax collectors who were also shaking there. Hebrida understood and shouted to the tax collectors: "Our legion, we will collect your taxes." The tax collector rubbed his ears, indicating that they did not understand Hebrida's Roman slang very much. A soldier who was familiar with Greek language conveyed the words of Hebrida to them.

The group shook their heads wildly and said they were determined not to obey. One of them seemed to be of the tax chief. They also gave a wink at the clan chief of Bosphorus who came to attend. The clan chief cleared his throat and explained to the Romans: "The envoy has just arrived in the city of Pontikabiang. The large army of Bendu has crossed the strait with ships and approached the Acropolis. Therefore, we have to give up attacking Takschille and rush back to support the Acropolis."

Hearing this, Karabis shook even harder, but his eyes were obviously bloodshot, and he was irritated with anger. He stood up with trembling, holding up the gilded baton he had obtained in Pontikabien, and suddenly hit the head of the tax collector who was winking. The other party covered the head of the violent rod with his hands, and then crawled around the ground.

Several centurions immediately blocked the exit of the camp, drew out the fighting sword, and showed fierce eyes. Seeing this, the chiefs of the Bosphorus clans stretched out their hands, indicating that they had no intention of resisting internal strife. "I... had long said that I would do my best to defend the Capitol and dig trenches to prevent the people of Bendu breaking through the strait... Swhoosh, Marca refused to listen... As a result, I came to help... You tax collectors, our legion... Swhoosh, became a tax guard team... Although you have done your best to draw a map... But now I announce that all of these tax money, including those who plunder Bendu's baggage camp, belong to the Roman legion..." In anger, the words Karabis said were like ice cubes and could not be dissolved.

He hit the tax collector and begged, "Everything will be done according to the arrangements of his allies!"

As a result, another stick hit his elbow, causing him to kneel on the ground and thrust, "Your country is not an ally, but a vassal!" Karabis swung the gilded stick to the ground, preparing to draw up a plan for the centurions, but it became trembling again. There were too many words just now, so he could only stamp his numb feet and signal Hebrida to dictate.

Hebrida made a gesture: "The city of Helsones is a cape at the top of the southwest corner of the entire peninsula. From now on, mobilizes and marches to block Tucker Schiller between the city and the headland at a rapid speed, and surrounds and annihilates them! Now, all taxes and money in the army are under the control of the army. Each soldier, including the soldiers of Bosphorus, distributes one hundred drachers, and distributes twenty drachers with the army slaves, carrying all the brigade's cannons, and no baggage shall be abandoned."
Chapter completed!