So, Li Bida has been busy these three days. Now he has become the "leader" of his wing camp slaves. Hebrida is still locked in the stern car. Lukulas has no words, no one dares to let him go; Utaris usually stays by Lukulas' side to help the commander handle chores.

Li Bida's mission was to bring dozens of slaves to rectify the tents, food, fodder and food, cut down wood, weaving stretchers, raising mules and horses, etc. His flexible mind helped him a lot, everything was in order, and even Adiana, who had always been harsh and picky, sometimes asked whether she would be his lord when she was restored to her status as a princess.

"The Romans could not destroy my father. When my father was still young, his mother was ready to kill him, assassins, poisoned wine, traps, etc., but she still failed. The father grew up in the dense forest and wilderness. He could understand twenty-six languages ​​and talk to bears and jackals. Even if he only had ten followers left today, he could bring out thousands of troops tomorrow." When Li Bida was chopping wood, Adiana said constantly, "So, once you have to, Adeanna said, "

The Romans were forced to make peace, and you could go back to Sinop, although you had offended me, but I wouldn't mind, who told you that you were not Greeks, and those who were not Greeks were all barbaric country bumpkins, two-eared clay jars. I can teach you philosophy and etiquette, you can help me do things and let me take power in the palace, and I will never forget to give you benefits-a salary a year, maybe three thousand drachma silver coins."

"Three thousand drakma silver coins are enough to buy?" Li Bida was obviously more interested in this.

"It's really a clay jar. This money, this money, is enough to buy two jewelry." Adiana never really bought anything with money. Only when she was a child, her mother summoned a jewelry merchant to enter the palace. When discussing the price, she still had a little impression of Drakema, but it was limited to "Three thousand Drakemas are equal to two precious jewelry."

"These money is enough to buy a villa with a garden in Athens or Miley." said Porty, who was helping to build firewood next to him. Sweat soaked her clothes and outlined a beautiful curve.

Before Li Bida could express his flattery, Utaris rode back on a horse, and all the slaves stood up and bowed - including Adiana, who was about to pay a high salary for "Three Thousand Drachmas".

There was no expression on Utaris' face, and he held a horse whip and pointed in the camp, asking the camp slaves' familiarity and completion of combat readiness. It was naturally Li Bida's representative answer. The college student was very fluent in Latin, which made Utaris nod frequently. In addition to being happy, he threw it to Li Bida a purse, "There are twenty drakmas in it, and you will be rewarded for you."

"Hey, don't give me any rewards to my slaves!" Hebrida protested in the car.

"These slaves belong to the entire army." Utarius slipped around and raised a letter to Hebrida, "According to the Legion's order, the confinement punishment for the low-ranking centurion Hebrida will be lifted from now on, and the convictions will be atone for the next war."

After the sill car opened, Hebrida walked out slowly. The long-term depression and cramping almost made his legs unable to stretch out at once, but he still resisted the bitterness of his blood vessels and stood up straight in front of Utaris: "Blessed by the door god, the Seventh Legion needs me. Utaris, one day, I will take revenge on you."

"Yes, you still beg for the war against Armenia immediately, and you won't die. This time our Seventh Army is another advance army." Utaris replied dismissively, "Today, I will recruit your camp slaves and go to the dock of Amesus to dismantle the supplies."

"Then let Karabis take the people there - by the way, don't beat me slave!" Hebrida warned viciously. After saying that, she screamed, stretched out her arms, and ordered Aminius and others to come forward and shave him. "Hurry up and help me clean it, and you'll win a big victory soon!" After that, she took off her whole set of clothes in front of Utaris and stood in the middle of the camp with her bare butt.

In fact, the one who came to the city of Amesus was not a supply of supplies, but a 4,000 Thracian minions, including 3,000 light infantry and 1,000 cavalry - came on twenty dilapidated Greek galleys. After arriving at the shore, these ragged soldiers then transferred to a "Homera warship" with fifty people paddling - the reason why they were called Homer warships is not that the inventor of this ship was Homer, but that the history of this ship can be traced back to the Trojan War described by Homer.

It was the "market day" in Amesus. The bustling Greeks were wearing fine clothes, looking at these barbarians from the snowy and ice in the north with contempt - and the Thracians who went ashore to the military camp also had dull eyes. Many people were barefoot and looked at everything in this magnificent city with surprise and envy - two-story houses with white bricks and red tiles, spectacular temples, huge docks, endless crowds of people on the market, and countless and indescribable goods on the shelves.

"What an ugly group of single-eared clay jars!" Adiana, who followed Li Bida, sighed with contempt.

Li Bida and his team were not heavy, mainly using mule carts to transport Thracians' weapons and equipment. Because Adiana was still worried about the last time Hebrida attempted to rape her, she followed her together - there were slaves asking why this girl didn't have to participate in the work.

"This girl is the centurion's eye. She is going to sell it to a high-end brothel in Rome City in the future. She has to protect her delicate body. She can't sell her calluses for a good price." Li Bida explained this every time.

"What? I have a two-eared pottery jar, do I have one more ear than these people?" Li Bida teased Adiana.

"Because you have always been favored by God and stayed by my side, this gives you an extra ear." Adiana plucked her beautiful chestnut hair and was extremely proud, "Listen, Karabis, I have a task to hand it over to you right away."

Just then, a soldier who came off the boat with dove feathers in his helmet was carrying a box, holding a waxed board in his hand, and shouted in the crowd: "Who is the camp slave of the Sixth Battalion of the Seventh Army? Here are letters from the low-ranking centurion Hebrida, one from Roman city and the other from Bitinia." This interrupted the conversation between Adianna and Li Bida, and Li Bida stepped forward and signed for the board.

When signing, Li Bida wrote "Karabis, the Third Regiment of the Sixth Battalion of the Seventh Legion, and the Slave of the Camp". After writing, he looked at the name and felt a hint of sadness in his heart.

Should I adapt to the name "Karabis"? Until I forget the original one.

When the four thousand Thracians entered the camp and the materials were delivered, Karabis and others returned to the campsite of the brigade and asked the soldiers to hand over the wooden board to Hebrida.

At night, Karabis heard the roar of Highbrida in the camp, "Go to his mother's Lukuras, go to his mother's East War - I'm going to the winter camp now, I'm going to go back now!" Then the centurion rushed out again like a mad cow, beating him when he saw the slave, and screaming filled the camp.

Arminius, Safano and others tried their best to catch the crazy Hebrida, "Bitinia, Brother's slave, has been infected with typhoid fever. If you don't have enough money to send it, you will die soon! Remuneration, all the rewards of war, will be over! Brother must go back, right now, now, immediately!"

"My wife also wrote a letter. She said she hadn't seen me for two years and the slave had already died. If she didn't find a way, she would go and sell her as a slave! Go to his mother's war, go to his mother's tuna road kuras!"
Chapter completed!