Everyone looked at Adiana or Karabiya in surprise. She held the bloody axe and turned around and said, "I will no longer be afraid of swords after drawing a sword with Hebrida. I will ask you to follow me long ago." Karabis had a fever on his face, and he hurriedly ran forward with Demetlius, one picked up the short spear and the other picked up the shield.

Another Armenian archer shot a random arrow at them, but was blocked by Demitrius. Then, Karabis did not give the other party a chance to re-tie the strings, and shouted loudly, chasing the other party with a short spear. Just as the archer was shaking and about to run away from the other side, Adiana came running slantedly, and another axe hit the archer's arm. The archer fell to the ground, covering his broken arm, rolling and crying.

"What are you waiting for? Kill him with a spear!" Karabis couldn't believe it. This was said from Adianna's pink little mouth. He walked up and raised his short spear. The disabled archer blocked his face with his other hand, and spoke sadly and quickly. Jiyeah, Karabis definitely understood, "Please don't kill me."

Adiana urged him again, and there were shouts and fights around him. Karabis held up his spear, his palm, nose and forehead, sweaty, muttering, "Forgive me, forgive me..." After saying that, he raised his spear high, with the tip of the spear down, and then stabbed him hard. For a moment, he felt that the warm and humid blood and flesh tremble of the archer's body were all transmitted through the spear to his own palm, his body and even blood, and he trembled continuously. Under nervousness, his eyes began to tremble inexplicably, shaking so hard that it was about to break through his eye sockets.

Before Karabis could recover, his cheeks were hit hard. The moment he flew to the side of the road, he heard Hebrida's voice: "Pigs, get out of here, brother is going to go!" It turned out that it was Hebrida's 100 team, and they were quickly moving towards Utaris' 100 team. As a result, Karabis, who was blocking the road, was knocked away by Hebrida with a shield.

Now, Karabis bounced a few meters away and sat down. His nose was bleeding. Porti and others quickly supported him. He saw that the team of Hebrida was like a whirlwind. At this time, Utaris's hundred-man team also changed into three horizontal teams that were close to the battle. They stood firm before the Armenians' urgent battle. Once they fought with swords and shields, they became the Roman world.

Of course, the most miserable thing that happened was the camp slaves who were blocking the mountain road, most of whom did not hear Karabis' advice, and they either were killed by the Armenians or were stabbed by the Highbrida team who had been driven up because they hindered the advance of the army.

Finally, the two hundred-man teams "screwed the dragon". Seeing this, Utaris whistled a few times, so his tired soldiers held their shields and slowly retreated in an orderly manner. The Hébrida team was divided into several parts and moved forward slowly and in an orderly manner. Finally, the two Hébrida team interlaced in the gap between the queues and completed the relay of the battle. The Armenian alert team, under the attack of the newly replaced Hebrida team, persisted for half an hour, and could no longer support it. They turned their backs to the Romans, threw down their companions' bodies, threw their feet and ran down the pass!

"Chasing!" Hebrida shouted excitedly, and he turned around and shouted to the camp slaves: "Pigs, you have packed up, follow me, and rushed down from the pass, ready to receive the spoils." His Century Team was also very excited, and everyone beat the shield with their swords and made an inspiration to prepare for a battle.

Utarius, who had been temporarily resting, heard the performance of Hebrida and saw the camp slaves rushing forward. He suddenly had a bad premonition, "What are he going to do forever low-level guy?" He led two entourages and quickly ran to the pass, and happened to see Hebrida pulling the camp flag out of the soil. "Low-level centurion Hebrida, you cannot do anything that exceeds your authority!"

Hebrida held the camp flag and looked back at the angry Utarius with an incredible expression, saying, "What are you talking about? Didn't the enemy retreat? We have seized this pass, and the next step is to rush down, rush into the Armenian camp, and do a big deal. Please don't waste my time. Once the Armenians notice it and strengthen their protection, the things that come to their mouths will fly."

Utarius came out of anger, pointing at Hebrida and shouting: "I have contacted the follow-up team of the Rangers with a trumpet just now. General Murila asked us to stand by on the spot and wait for his arrival to act together."

"Oh, then you'll wait here. Maybe Murila is here, and you can drink and blow the wind with him on the top of this mountain." Hebrida said sarcastically, then he threw down his shield, a strap on both sides, and two daggers on his body, preparing to attack quickly.

"Herbrida, I order you as a senior centurion and a military civilian guardian. If you still have a slight respect for the laws of the Roman Legion! Then..." Before Utaris's words were finished, his mind was hit hard by Hebrida with the tail hammer of the camp flag. He shook his body sideways twice, preparing to insist that he should not fall down, but Hebrida hit his back several times.

Under the shock of Karabis, whether it was soldiers or slaves, Utarius was knocked to the ground, and then tied to the tree with a bruised nose and swollen face. His two entourages were also disarmed in a state of shock. "I swear to the Heavenly Father Jupiter, you will receive the most severe punishment. Heavenly Father is on, whisper!" Utarius, who was tied up, cursed. Hebrida took off the silver ring on his finger and stuffed it into Utarius' mouth. This ring was a sign of the centurion's identity. "If the punishment is to take off this thing, then I will hand it over to you in advance. I will send it soon. I don't care about this thing that is worth three or five Declamas." Hebrida was proud.

In the end, even Utarius's Centennials was "robbed" by Hebrida - these soldiers knew about "forever low level" and knew that following him would usually plunder more spoils. As for the fight between the two centuries, these soldiers were too lazy to care.

Standing on the pass, Hebrida, looking at the scene below the mountain through the low night, took a breath of surprise: the transparent lighted camp of the Armenians surrounded by a particularly large embroidered gold tent, surrounded by soldiers holding Song Ming's horseback. The tents were parked in front of them were dense chariots, each car had parasol canopy, and the gems and gold inlaid on them were inlaid. Even the light emitted in the dusk was enough to attract people's hearts. These vehicles should be used by noble chiefs and kings.

Not far from this tent, there are actually many positions built by the Romans who rushed in during the day, because they are all erected with brown-red legion camp flags, which are clearly visible. The control areas on both sides can only be described as interlaced.

The soldiers of the Third Regiment were sitting in place at this moment, taking out bread and kettle, and eating silently and quickly, because there would be a battle of uncertainty about life and death waiting for them, or they would be surrounded by enemies and thrown into the wilderness; or they would succeed in a surprise attack and make a fortune.

"Yes, yes, this must be the tent of the Armenian king, there will be no mistake!" Hebrida's voice seemed to tremble with excitement in the night wind. At this moment, a "drip" military call came from the mountain road. His face changed. It should be a signal of contact between the subsequent team of the Rangers, no! You have to charge down now.

"End the food, everyone stood up and lined up in an offensive formation." Hebrida raised the camp flag, ignoring Utharis' intimidation and abuse on the side. "The camp slaves, each carrying three pine trees, tied to a pickaxe." This was Hebrida's second order.

Karabis tied a longer wooden strip horizontally to the soldiers' pickaxe, and then, as Hebrida's command, tied three short pine trees one by one with rope. After completion, it looked like the trident of the sea god Poseidon and the big candle of the Jewish Hanukkah. Then he and Demitrius helped Porti and Adianna tie the pickaxe.

"Trumpeter, blow me a signal behind the mountain road, and say that the top of the mountain is invincible, we are ready to camp." Hebrida dragged several trumpeters over, and soon three extremely soothing trumpets came out. When Murila walked to the mountainside, he and the centurions of the other regiments heard this message, he discussed: safety ahead, and now all the soldiers will stay for the time being, eat and rest, and wait for the legion at the foot of the mountain to act together.

"Damn the mountain road, damn night." Murila sat on a low stool, took off her heavy and grinding helmet, and complained. Just as several soldiers brought roasted meat and wine into his mouth, there were three sharp horns, which came from the top of the mountain, scaring Murila put on her helmet again, "Did Utaris's wing encounter the enemy situation on it??"

How could he know that Utarius was now tied to a big tree on the top of the mountain, enjoying the cool and heart-wrenching wind of the Taurus Mountains on the autumn night! And the three sharp horns were the order of Hebrida to raid the whole team!

The Armenian cavalry, who had just seen several remaining soldiers running down the mountain pass, learned from them that a Roman team appeared on the mountain over there. A captain of the guard did not dare to neglect, so he came to the camp of Tegranis through the access control. The camp was so huge that it was built with fir racks and purple curtains on all sides, just like a wall, and the ground was covered with thick blankets of wool camel velvet, which divided countless rooms such as the veil, restaurant, conference hall and dormitory. The captain of the guards first came to the veil, he only saw the quarrels of the sky, and all the chiefs were eating and drinking in front of the dining table. Several male and female slaves were whimpering, naked, kneeling on the dining table. The doors on their bodies were thrust by the same naked chief and the general. The entire hall was full of the foul smell of alcohol and body fluids.
Chapter completed!