Marcha's old face was filled with wrinkles, and he raised his hands with a smile, probably to be prepared to accept the forgiveness of his father. Both Bendu Samurai quickly leaned over, cut his hands back and pressed them on the trunk. The burnt bark kept falling. Philip pulled out his sword and stabbed Marcha's chest and abdomen. Marcha's mouth widened and sat down dejectedly, "I'm going to die, you killed me... This is the order of the father?"

Philip, who wiped the blood of the sword with a silk cloth, shrugged and said, "I have to tell the Governor that your father pardoned you in the palace, but this Roman deputy general refused to surrender to Bendu, took hostage and killed you, do you understand?"

Opposite, Marcha could no longer answer the young officer of the Copper Shield Army. He tilted his neck and half-opened his eyes, with his tired expression on his face, his eyebrows drooped completely, and he sat with his legs crossed, without any breath.

"Execute the Roman murderer who killed the Governor Bosphorus on the spot." Philip turned around and pointed at Claudi and shouted.

Unexpectedly, Claudi, with a beard, smiled, "I can't die here." As he said, he slammed the chin of a Bendu warrior behind with his elbow. The warrior's nose was bleeding and fell on his back. Claudi passed over the man, avoided several javelins and arrow feathers, and slashed the sword blade with his hand, broke the rope, and flew onto his own mount, "Catch him! Or kill him!" Philip gave the order loudly.

Bendu's light cavalry pulled the bow and string together, and Claudi's mount was as fast as the speed of the rushing light cavalry. He tilted his body and picked up the Celtic sword that had just been inserted on the ground. He screamed angrily and dispersed the formation of the light cavalry. He also waved left and right, and then slashed the two Bendu people, then rode their horses over the low wall of the ruins. The javelins flew over the saddle and dodged them. After a while, he turned over the hillside and left.

Several bronze shield officers looked at Philip, pointing at Marcha's body and said, "Transport back to the palace of Pontikabiang City. The murderer who killed the Governor had escaped." So the Governor's bloody body was carried to a shabby mule cart. The sparks and black slabs of the village and branches were burning, and the dull spring thunder came from afar. The cavalry of Bendu held spears and guards lined up on both sides of the mule cart transporting corpses, and led by Philip to head towards Pontikabiang City. When the ewe walked out of the low wall in a terror, the mule cart had gone away, and the cold raindrops were falling.

In the Acropolis, Karabis and a group of soldiers were building a simple aqueduct that brought rain with rivets - they were spliced ​​together with wood. The water was sent to the stone trough reservoir one by one. Pop was letting his hair get wet by the spring rain, and he led several craftsmen to the bottom of the aqueduct to smear mud, "This has the effect of preventing leakage and filtering."

The siege has entered the fifth day. The food in the acropolis is consumed so quickly. Karabis can only order the porridge to be boiled with water to relieve famine. The water in the reservoir will soon come to an end, so he can only build an aqueduct to attract rain. But this is not a long-term solution. Groups of soldiers wrapped in cloaks and lay on the back of the battlements with ceilings, which are very weak. The scene of the wounded soldiers in the Minerva Temple is even more miserable. There is no doctor or medicine. Many people are infected with wounds or are too weak and die on the bed frame. Flies in early spring quickly breed and fly around their bodies.

Helenputina didn't want Neko to see this scene, so she took her daughter and sat on the colonnade of the acropolis. Seeing Karabis and the soldiers busy, Neko couldn't stop at all, so she pulled up and down the aqueduct rack. Karabis looked at her lively daughter, grinned with a stubborn mouth, picked up some hay and reeds, and woven into a "little sailboat" a few times, allowing Neko to drive along the aqueduct. The Amazon queen sitting on the steps over there also laughed at the scene of her daughter and her father.

"Are you hungry?"

Niko shook his head, and Karabis smiled. In fact, his stomach was very hungry and he couldn't stand up. He didn't know how long he could last for such a day, because the successor of the 13th Legion in Philiplon would have forgotten himself! Damn it, even if Pompey came to save us at this time, I would have bowed my head and bowed.

Finally in the evening, the Roman soldiers in the Acropolis began to kill horses, first killing the pack horses and mules used for transportation, "Hey, divide the meat evenly, each person two servings a day." Before the meat case, several butchers who accompanied the army stood in the rain puddle with their fingers stretched out their fingers and shouted. The soldiers first set up a large pot and boiled horse meat in boiling water. The stench in between could not stop the hungry stomach. Then they put most of the cooked horse meat in the reservoir and pressed it with stones to prevent it from deteriorating. Then they used a barbecue fork to get the meat and put it on the fire to roast it - this Scythian diet method, the Romans were also lucky to enjoy today.

In the drizzle, Karabis walked to the steps of the colonnade, and under the statue of the goddess Minerva, he delivered the roasted horse meat to Neego and Helenputina. Niego took a bite and grinned. He was obviously not very suitable for this strange taste. Helenputina looked at Karabis sitting bent and sent the barbecue back, "I have observed that you have not eaten for a day and a half."

"It's okay, the officer has an extra ration." Karabis said with a smile.

"You don't have to deceive me, Karabis, there's never such a thing. Maybe there's some in other Roman teams, but you don't have one here." Helenputina bit half of the horse meat, "How about it, I'll give you half, it's okay. I don't dislike you."

Karabis nodded, took over half of the remaining horse meat from the queen, and suddenly asked, "You said, if reinforcements don't come in another market day, should I go to Adiana to surrender?"

"You want to save your life? This is a gambling, especially for the cunning princess." Helenputina said, biting the horse meat gently.

"Yes, maybe three years ago, I might follow you to the dense forest of the Caucasus, even as a male slave of the Amazon tribe. But now, I have a lot of responsibilities. On the one hand, the responsibility drives me not to die easily, and on the other hand, it keeps pushing me to death."

Helenputina smiled mischievously, this was a rare expression on her, "Are Niko and I also your responsibility?"

"Yes."
Chapter completed!