“Demand makes every poor person unreal.”

——Prilius Cellos

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"Roll down the basket. I'll repeat it again, lift down the basket." As the thunder became more and more intense, Karabis mustered up the courage to give this order. He believed that if the Agayas really wanted to dig the city wall, they would have been working from the pipeline long ago. Why should they send such a signal for a long time?

A row of baskets was under the top of the city. There was a soldier on standby on each pulley. He held a dagger and an axe in his hand. When the signs were wrong, he cut it off instantly, as if the Agayas would put poisonous snakes in the basket. When the basket was hanging down, someone in the pipe pulled the basket, and the pulley crunched and shook, very violently. The dagger in the hand of a new recruit was excited, shaking and shaking, and the rope was twisted. Everyone on the battlements looked at him, and his expression was very nervous. A veteran next to him was squeaking his helmet.

"Move the torch forward and see what's going on below." Pope suggested, but Karabis stopped him and said, "Pull up a basket first." Then several people kept pulling hands and lifting the heavy one in the middle as fast as possible. When they cut it with their swords, they found that it was indeed wheat flour, chestnuts and a little dried vegetables. Many people lit the torch and shone their noses and tears. "Don't panic, this is just one of them." Karabis tried to ask his subordinates to remain calm, but his tears also turned around. I remember that when he was a college monk, he read a sentence from Mr. Lao She, and I was deeply impressed. But now I am more impressed. "Hunger is the greatest truth. Women have to sell meat."

What's more, because of gender disadvantage, we can't even sell meat!

After the Roman soldiers emptied the basket, they threw copper coins and silver coins into the basket in the more intense pounding of the pipe below. This was Karabis' request. If the Agajas really gave food, we would give money, without any ambiguity.

Then, with the sound of beating, baskets filled with grain were pulled up, and coins were sent down one by one. The whole process was orderly, and there was no need to be knocked as a contact signal. Both sides reached a tacit understanding. In the early morning of the next day, the Roman soldiers cooked in the temple of the Acropolis. Karabis ordered that fires were not allowed on the top of the city or in the open air. This time the porridge was finally enough. The centurions and soldiers licked the rice plates and sucked them. They ignored the dignity and solemnity that the Temple of Minerva should have. Little Nico, his mother, and El Capa were also sitting under the pillars in the corner. They ate it to their heart's content - this feeling of resurrection is really great.

Sitting on the steps, Karabis burped a few times and saw several centurions beside him gesturing the plan to counterattack outside the city with their canes. "The Agayas still cannot believe it too much. Although they sent food, our counterattack cannot be too close to their camp - we must act according to the opportunity." Pope insisted on his opinion, Karabis had to respect it. Although he put a letter in the basket last night, he invited the Agayas to attack the bronze shield army outside the city after seeing the signal.

"I'm not annoyed for a long time. The main attack direction is to the bronze shield guys siege equipment field under the city. If you kill them all, they will be finished." Hebrida kept poking the steps with her cane, emphasizing the plan.

Karabis touched the stubble on his face and agreed to Hebrida, "This damn spring rain has fallen a few times. It seems that Philiplon's successor team is going to wait for Pompey to act and then take action, but we can kill us. Everything depends on ourselves. Listen, kill the Copper Shield Army, kill Mitrada Tidal, seize 6,000 Tarent's silver, and return to Rome with triumphant. This is what we need to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, a few muffled thunders in the sky, and the thin raindrops hit again. The centurions dispersed and went to gather the training troops, preparing to counterattack on a date. Karabis walked to the corner of the temple, Helenputina squatted there, wrapping Niko with a blanket, and Niko's little face was still exposed, "Good girl, do you still want a lamb?" The lamb that Karabis gave her before had sank into the sea water before.

Xiao Niko nodded happily, stretched out her small fist, imitating the tone of the army soldiers, "The Romans never owe favors."

Karabis smiled and punched his daughter as a vow. Then he looked at the queen and saw that the other party's previously ambiguous eyes had disappeared. Helenputina smiled and said, "Should I give the man who is about to go out like other ordinary Greek women."

"You're much better than men if you want."

Helenputina leaned her forehead and kissed Karabis lightly, then gently raised her eyelashes and looked at him, "Come back alive, you promised me to build a huge temple of hunting goddesses on this island."

When Karabis said goodbye to Helenputina and his daughter, and walked out of the temple in the drizzle and was about to check the preparations, a messenger with his military shoe laces spread out, stepped on the puddles, and ran to the army envoy, "Soldier, you should tie the laces, otherwise you will die on the battlefield." Karabis complained, and half-kneeled down and tied the laces for the soldier. The soldier was very frightened and said the situation was stuttering for a moment. "There is a small boat in Bendu docking, and inside... someone wants to see you, the envoy, and said it was Achilles, the commander of the Navy of Bendu."

"What?" Karabisna muttered.

The towers on the long walls on both sides of the small pier were all full of strings. A small boat was floating on the water outside the wooden stakes. The soldiers above were shaking the small flag nervously. With the accompaniment of several subordinates, Karabis, of course, protected him tightly with a few shields.

"Is there a Latin legion envoy behind the shield?" a military officer shouted in the form of an officer on the boat.

Karabis behind the shield looked at the subordinates next to him. The eyes of several subordinates clearly indicated that they were calling you, envoy, but you looked at us. Karabis coughed twice, poked his head out of the shield, and stood up to indicate that he was the envoy of the Legion.

"Before the two gods, Minerva and Mitra, the commander Achilles invited you to the ships over there to discuss some war and issues. The noble He is waiting for you there, and uses his reputation to ensure the secret and safety of the meeting."
Chapter completed!