The Romans loved their weapons.

The journey is long and hard.

They will suddenly appear before the enemy,

The team is well-off and the barriers are tight.

——Virgil

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Seeing this scene, Karabis had some strength from that, throwing down his shield and chasing him.

"Get out!" the other party shouted in Armenian, and with a sword in his hand, Karabis' right arm suddenly became numb, but he shouted angrily, pulled the man off the horse's back with his left hand. Who said there were no stirrups at that time?

The man flipped a few times on the ground, lying with his back to Karabis in a dog-eating posture. Karabis rushed forward, but was careful - he leaned on his side. Sure enough, the man suddenly stood up and stabbed back, but Karabis avoided it.

But even so, the man was well versed in tactics after all. When he realized that Karabis was on his side, he used his left elbow to hit him. Karabis suddenly had bleeding from his nose, and his whole nose was sore that he lost his feelings, and he staggered backwards.

"Go to die!" The man adjusted his posture and stabbed Karabis straight with his sword.

But in an instant, the man's right hand, together with the sword, flew away from his shoulders, blood spurted high, and then a terrifying scream.

The one who cut off the man's right hand was Kelly, Lukulas's shield-holder. Kelly then brushed the sword with a flat end, turned it into a tight stern position, quickly stabbing the edge deeply into the man's back spine. "This man is a royal slave." Kelly kicked the other party's body, with a royal badge tattoo on it, and Karabis covered his nose, held his right hand, walked up tremblingly, took off the skin on the body, and a heavy and gorgeous golden crown rolled out...

"Congratulations on our acquisition of such precious spoils in this battle." After nightfall, in Lukulas' camp, there was laughter and joy. Lukulas was covered in spring breeze, and personally raised his glass, holding the crown discarded by Tegranis, and toasted, "This is the credit of both Kelly and Karabis. They are both brave and witty people. I read that right. Please give them a reward of five hundred drakma each."

"By the way, Karabis, what's going on with your right hand?"

"Kelly has bandaged me, and my skin is traumatized." Karabis stood straight and replied.

All the people attending the banquet laughed and praised the commander's wisdom and victory loudly. Mitradati's sister Nesa was no exception. She drew wine for all the Roman generals and turned around the banquet, as if she was a Roman lady herself.

Adiana sat thoughtfully in the seat without moving, holding up her cup and pondering.

Luculas thought she was embarrassed, so he comforted: "As long as your father and Tegranis are willing to surrender to Rome, I can absolutely guarantee their free rule over the country and the people. Your Majesty, you can come to the city of Rome and see our world, and I express my warm welcome."

"A river cannot travel two equally huge ships, Master Coach." Adiana's tone was still stubborn, "I think it should be not difficult for the Father to learn from your Romans' battles. Yes, well, I admit your tactical superiority."

"No, it is not superiority on paper, it is something rooted in the blood of our nation. It is destined that we Rome will become rulers of the world and cannot be learned." Lukulas stared at Adiana and said seriously.

"It's not yet settled." Adiana said with a little annoyed and confidently, at which time Demethlius poured wine for her, his face full of flattering smile, because he knew that this princess of the Black Sea Empire had a much better future than the tutor who had been a rich man before. Unexpectedly, Adiana looked at him with disgust, and then poured the wine on the face of the Jewish man again, "Okay, I think that in the real world, I should indeed give up illusory reserve and self-esteem. Well, just as I admit that your Romans' tactics are more advanced than our country, between this Jewish slave and Karabis, I prefer Karabis, including those characteristics that are not very slave-like in him."

Lukulas laughed, "My Queen, what do you mean?"

"I want to exchange. Use this Jewish slave who is proficient in herbal medicine, writing and calculation, and exchange you for Karabis." Adianna said with certainty.

Before Lukulas could answer, Kelly, who was beside him, interrupted: "This Karabis does not know anything. Master, please change me a niche slave who can help." Lukulas looked at Karabis who was a little nascent and shrugged and smiled: "That's a pity, because I have always respected Kelly's opinions. But Princess, I agree with you. This Jewish slave is indeed a good slave, but he is not a good assistant, and Karabis is exactly the opposite." After saying that, he shook hands with Karabis gently, "My son, thank you for accompanying me, but now I have transferred you to Lord Adianna."

"Sure!" Karabis was a little angry.

Lukulas's hand suddenly clenched, "Remember my words, doing anything, even if it is unhappy, is a kind of experience, and this is what you lack the most now."

"Carabis, bi-eared pottery jar, come and sit beside me." Adianna felt like a winner and called out to the unwilling Karabis.

The feast of the commander's camp continued happily. The slender and handsome cavalry captain Claudi slowly walked out of it. With a drunkenness, he stood in front of the drainage ditch in the small square of the camp and urinated loudly. At this time, a entourage under his command led the famous tall man with a rope and walked behind him, "Master, this captured Galatian said there was something important, and he wanted to see you."

Claudi asked the man with a charming smile: "Sorry, I haven't seen you, nor have I been to Galata Highlands."

"Each one another, I came here to find my mistress, whose name is Ebonna. Some people say that a young Roman cavalry officer named Claudius could help me find her." The indigo man grinned, which made his face even more terrifying.

"Maybe you're not here at the right time." Claudi's smile was still charming.

"Let it go!" In the early morning of the next day, the Roman army that defeated the King of Kings began to attack the huge city of Tegraceta. The ending was destined: twenty stone throwing cars that could shoot huge stone bullets, each with ten cows to pull. Every once in a while, a round of stone bullets poured into this unfortunate city.

Almost just after lunch in the Legion, the municipal officials, priests and wealthy citizens of Tegresetta formed a delegation to beg for peace, representing the residents of the city: Greeks, Syrians, Codinians and Assyrians, and gave this rich city to Lukulas.
Chapter completed!