The 100-man team of the Seventh Legion sang the legion song one after another. They were dirty and dusty, holding pickaxes and carrying their weapons and supplies. They still ran like the wind, which shocked Karabis. These professional soldiers trained the skills of marching with weights (about 40 kilograms) day after day. The training bar of "sweat more in normal times and bleeding less in wartime" was deeply rooted in people's hearts. Ordinary soldiers wore lock curtains that were long to knees, held large oval shields, and were flickering horse-haired helmets that marked the upcoming battle. On their feet were tied shoes on the complex terrain, and the crossbow artillery team worked even more hard. They carried guns together with slaves (a legion formed ten stone throwers and fifty-five crossbows), and walked quickly.

It is truly worthy of the nickname "Mallor's Mule".

But I, Karabis, are not built. The Roman military system stipulates this way. Whether you are a military guardian, a centurion, or just a camp slave, once you march, everyone must be consistent and no one is allowed to fall behind and be lazy. So, in fact, in the past few years in the military, Karabis finally practiced: he had not even run a thousand meters in college, and it was really difficult to get used to it here.

Fortunately, Lukulas just asked him and Kelly and other personal slaves to follow his mount. The horse was trotting all the way, and Karabis followed him strode all the way, and behind him was the things in the niche. Compared with the treatment of the former camp slaves, it was really not too heavy. Kelly, the shield-holder, began to hold a heavy shield and run together.

"Carabis, you still walk with your feet and continue this lowly slave-like way of doing things. This is your choice." Adiana in the carriage, when she saw Carabis running with a niche, she would sit in the car with great grudges, look at Demitrius in the car, and then look at Carabis, and said sarcastically.

At this time, "Karabis" would run away quickly, and look up at her stubbornly, saying, "I don't care!"

One day, two days, three days, a miracle happened, and the miracle was so miracle that Karabis couldn't believe his eyes: the Seventh Legion, whose speed was getting faster and faster, began to march side by side with the torrent Armenian army!

Karabis could see Armenian infantry and cavalry between four or five furons, either staying for rest or heading on the road in a mess. But these people turned a blind eye to them. Most of these barbarians had never fought with the Romans before, and they didn't even know what the Romans looked like! You know, Tegranis' army came from at least fifty tribes, with poor language and poor signal. They probably thought that this Roman legion was one of the fifty tribes.

The whole scene was too chaotic, and everyone only knew: the target was Tegraceta.

On the fourth day, Tegranis was sitting in a golden carriage with canopy and resting for a while. Suddenly he saw a strange man, exhausted, all the officers and soldiers running desperately, galloping past his eyes. He couldn't help but point at the other party and asked Tegray: "What kind of nation is this army?"

"Congratulations, my father." Little Tregray looked for a while and said, "They should be the main force of Rome who came later. Your father-in-law betrayed you, and he did not stay in the camp at all."

Tegranis grew up and was surprised for a while, then asked two questions awkwardly: "Why did the Romans march with us? Why did they run faster than our forward?"

"For they were Romans, my father."

"Roman..." Tegranis suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of fear in his heart.

When the Seventh Legion quickly arrived at its final destination - the 11th Legion's siege position against Tegrasetta, the other side had already laid the camp, towers, trenches, bridges, deer villages, and crossbows firing positions. The chief centurion and Murila stood in front of the gate and raised their hands to salute Lukulas who rushed in - several manus quickly led the commander's mount, and Lukulas jumped off the horse: "Tomorrow, I will lead twenty-four brigades, of which I want the first brigades of two legions to follow me, plus all the auxiliary cavalry, archers and stone casters, you lead the Allied Legion and the rest of the brigades to continue to surround the city and prevent the Armenians from meeting." Lukulas finished his arrangement in one go and walked into the commander's ban.

Many Generals, including Adiana, followed behind him.

"Tomorrow is the day when the moon begins to fill, and it was that day that year. Our consul was wiped out by the Teutonic people. This is a famous bad day for the Romans and is not suitable for fighting!" Later, Murila suggested without hesitation.

Lukulas stopped, as if he was thinking, and after a while, he turned around and said something loudly to everyone:

"Gentlemen, then I will turn tomorrow into a famous auspicious day for the Romans."

Late at night, Lukuras would hold the Zomen back. He asked Karabis to place the alcove and then lay on the golden couch, with his eyes wide open, his hands crossed in front of his chest without saying a word. In the tent, the candlelight and the moonlight mixed together, and the scene was as silent as if it were dead.

For a long time, Lukulas seemed to be talking to himself, and also to Karabis and Kelly: "Sometimes, I think that I have the gift of God. Before I became independent from my family, my father was convicted of corruption. My mother didn't worry about anything and just wanted to have fun with her many lovers. My younger brother Marcos was still so young. I had shouldered the burden of a family man very early, but no one else could have thought that the first thing I did after inheriting the family business was to accuse my father of the chief divination officer who came forward and accused my father of the first divination officer." After drinking a sip of water, Lukulas continued to say, "At that time, no one thought I could win, whether it was a veteran, riding. The scholar is still a citizen, because my father's crime is a foregone conclusion. Most people think I am just a young man with a hot mind. Just to be unable to swallow my breath, I will push myself to a state of disgrace. But everyone is wrong. My performance in the French *** is like a hunting dog biting its prey, and like a wounded tuna, flexibly avoiding the enemy's attacks. In the end, not only the jury, but also all the audience who came to listen stood up and applauded me warmly. A small complaint made me famous throughout the city of Rome. At this time, I felt that winning is so simple, and this time is no exception."

"I won't fail." Lukulas said this last sentence and fell asleep peacefully.

After wiping the niche, Karabis walked out of the commander's camp to wash some utensils for the priests. The whole camp was quiet, and a few snowflakes fell on his shoulders and head indifferently. He felt the coolness and raised his head and found that the bright moon was in the sky, which was crystal clear, falling into the black river, and turned into shadowless.

Lukulas's words just now gave Karabis a deep feeling. Yes, Lukulas is indeed a nobleman, and his mother is the famous Metra family, but he has reached this point completely by his own strength. Compared with him, am I willing to be a slave of this kind now?

"Hey, Karabis, the Romans will definitely fail in tomorrow's war. Lukuras will definitely use my aunt and I as bargaining chips to negotiate peace. You still have time to regret it now!" Karabis frowned when he heard Adianna's entanglement, his eyebrows were furrowed, is it over?

Adianna was wearing a gentle cloak. In her eyes, this snow would not make her feel any cold, but instead added a little fun. This excellent night scene was used to tease a handsome little slave and kneel under her skirt, which was naturally the most appropriate.
Chapter completed!