The suburbs wherever they pass by, although the weather is still hot, they have recovered their vitality. The farmers drove the flock into the fields, ate weeds, and stepped on the land to prevent the planted fruits or seeds from being eaten by birds. The fragrance of onions, garlic and fennel seeds floating everywhere in the farmyards. This is their worship of the God of Home Peters, which means that the entire area has been truly rebuilt after the war.

The family of the Nubian soldiers stood on both sides of the road where Li Bida passed, half-kneeled and asked the commander to enjoy the scenery, "Please let me taste it first." Sabo next to him was about to reach out, but was whipped by Li Bida. Then he saluted everyone immediately according to Egyptian etiquette, and then happily took the meal. After eating without any grudges, he praised the deliciousness of the taste, respectfully thanked everyone for their good deeds, and hoped that their father, husband and son would serve smoothly in the new legion.

Then they patrol the forging workshops further away, mostly by the Nubian soldiers' families. The Nubian blacks are best at three things: hunting, mining and forging. The land they went to Nubia was actually very fertile, but because they could not farm and were still at the primitive level of hunting and obtaining food, the Egyptians slowly penetrated into their land and established river fortresses and farmland. The Nubians were either incorporated into the Pharaoh's army as archers or went to the mine to work, selling a lot of gold, pure copper, and cheaply in exchange for food grown by the Egyptians. The forging workshops were operating particularly well, and hundreds of sets of copper armor were being made, as well as large clusters of arrows, daggers and helmets.

Then, Li Bida, with a few followers, without any armor, entered the camp on the islandside of the "Serapis Legion".

"Maybe you should come in with the Spanish Swordsman Guard." Saab reminded him when he was two furlongs in front of the main entrance of the camp.

"Why? I don't have to bring the swordsman guards when I inspect other troops." Li Bida replied.

"But this is a newly relegated team, and if you organize them into a team alone and bring so few people to patrol, you will encounter danger."

Li Bida smiled and said nothing, then rode a striking white horse and walked straight into the camp gate of the Serapis Legion from the ground. The two Nubian sentries standing on it were surprised that they didn't even have time to blow the horn. In the entire camp, some of the black soldiers were rubbing the hemp ropes used for camping, some were carrying wood to the construction site of Sepi Island, and some were lined up to practice. When they saw the commander-in-chief smile, they walked in and hurriedly abandoned their work and stood attentively saluting.

At this time, Alp, who was practicing his subordinates in front of the small square, turned around and saw the commander-in-chief who was slowly walking towards this side. All the Medeje people around him surrounded him and whispered to Alp. Alp's eyes were fierce, closed his thick lips, touched the earrings in his right ear, and then took the bow and arrow, and walked towards Li Bida. There were about a hundred Medeje warriors behind him, all following with swords and bows.

"Master Commander, I'll stand in front, hurry up and leave!" Seeing the fierce Medegis, Sabo nervously protected the commander behind him, then drew out his fighting sword and prepared to sacrifice himself.

Then Alp suddenly half-kneeled down from ten Roman footers, pulled out the dagger, carved a blood mark on his face, and then stained the blood on the bow arrow, and walked to Li Bida, "The bow and arrow of the Medeje people are willing to dedicate to the commander. We long to fight by the side of the master, and here we swear to God Amon that we will no longer care about our lives and blood. We hope that the commander-in-chief will take my bow arrow."

Li Bida took Alp's bow and arrow with a serious expression, and then hung it on the owl's horn saddle.

Finally, three hundred Medeje people lined up in a four-man column, carrying fine bows and arrows, and not the sickle-shaped sword known as "Habaishi", wearing light leather and bronze armor, followed Li Bida in his own camp. Immediately, Li Bida announced that his guard had forty Spanish swordsmen, plus this "Medeje Guard", and the captain was Alp. He and his guard did not accept the command of anyone. Even if they were the chief deputy general, the chief centurion, or the military civilian guard, he obeyed Li Bidaus alone. Even if Li Bida asked him to kill the pharaoh, he would take the order to go.

When the bridge on Sepi Island was completed, the Pharaoh's royal ship arrived safely and safely at this semi-collapsed naval fortress to anchor. Li Bida was ready to use it. He only brought the guards of Medegis and the important generals (Petternius also pulled out of Ito's camp and led his army to meet) on the spacious platform of the fortress. The flute player and all the royal followers climbed up the stairs, and then hugged Li Bida intimately, "I came from the island, because I don't want to see the face of that guy Gebinus, and I still like to stay with you, my comrades! How about the rebel generals and the lowly black mercenaries have all died under your sword, it must be like this."

Then the flute blower and Xiao Yanhou saw the three hundred neat black soldiers behind each other, tilting their heads, beating the drums and forks, and their expressions changed slightly, but Li Bida gave an explanation first: "Your Majesty, we lack the source of troops, Perusim is just the first step, and the decisive battle with the Holmahi Legion is not enough. Therefore, I have incorporated prisoners of war, who were all the people and slaves of the Pharaoh, and they also have superb bow and arrow shooting skills, which will be of great use on the battlefield."

"That's of course, my comrade-in-arms, you have the final say on the battlefield!" The flute player was still a smart man and was unwilling to point fingers at this capable general. Then he stroked Li Bida's back and began to inspect the bridge that Li Bida was particularly about to show off to him, and was preparing to go to the fortress to award the "Golden Champions of Divine Brave" to the four warriors.

"By the way, where is that bastard Otto Aarons?"

"Oh, that's right. After this guy surrendered, he disappeared in another prisoner of war rebellion. I don't know if he was dead or ran away." Li Bida replied calmly.

Fortunately, the flute player was not particularly interested in the survival of this guy, so he shrugged. So the team walked out of the small fortress of Sepi Island and began to follow the temporary bridge to Perusim.
Chapter completed!