Li Bida was not very interested in the scene described by Anthony, but asked Saab to draw up a combat plan and then let the chief deputy general Petterneus take the initiative. "The Holmahi legion on the opposite side has been completely inaugurated. They not only deviated from the Pharaoh, but also sold and abandoned their current masters. There is no need to exist in the world. Saab handed over the command to the deputy general. The plan is very simple. Anyway, there are about a thousand people left on the other side, so that the training will be carried out in the barracks for three days. In this way, Achilaus will not be left with more than five hundred troops at that time. First, bombard them with cavalry cannons, and then Anthony and Dussenvier took their subordinate cavalry and defeated them along the gap. Pay attention to arresting the pseudo-Pharaoh and his wife, try their best. Although the flute player does not want to see them alive."

And myself, I am planning to enter Alexander City here. These things are now obviously more meaningful than how to defeat Hormahi, because Hormahi is now almost the same as a dead dog.

"Mr. Commander-in-Chief, I have something to say." Anthony suddenly came up with this sentence, and then he made a more inappropriate request, "I think you must fight in the final decisive battle in the near future."

Li Bida looked at the other party and couldn't help laughing and asked Anthony why he said this.

"Because the other party is a Pharaoh of Ptolemy, like me, the descendant of the heroic royal family, I am not like the Romans who open their mouths and shut up, which is an equal republic. The blood of the heroic descendants is noble, and it is definitely not comparable to that of the farmer family like Xiao Katu. Therefore, once the heroic descendants become enemies, we must do our best, even if the opponent's strength is very weak. This can reflect a certain kind of respect." This guy was even more sensible.

"Marco, you will accumulate reputation capital in Rome through this war." Li Bida had something in his words, but he thought about it and was unwilling to speak so directly, so he temporarily agreed to Anthony's request, "Forget it, I need this thing too, so I will personally command the troops and fight with Archelaus."

At this time, Alp took Diotus into the tent. The other party was still in shock. When he saw the commander-in-chief, he panicked and said why I seemed to see Kasio in the camp near the sea. "Since I saw it, try not to interact next time. It is better to lurk around the Pharaoh. That guy is not a good guy." Then Diotus nodded quickly. Fortunately, I was covered with the outfit, plus the new temperament I had tempered, so that the smart Kasio could not recognize it. By the way, there was still some serious matter! He took out the papyrus, which was the handwritten letter of the flute player. Li Bida opened it and read it, which read it with the Pharaoh's new request: Let me come to the camp in person, and in name, command you to defeat the rebels.

"Huh?" What does this mean? Does even the flute blowers want this reputation?

At this time, Diotus quickly looked around, took out a roll of papyrus, and whispered, "This is what the Pharaoh's daughter secretly entrusted to you."

There is only one line of words on Cleopatra's secret letter: Please fight my sister as soon as possible and don't wait for my father to come.

Li Bida clamped the papyrus quickly, and then burned it in the flames under the glass cover. After coughing twice, he said to the generals, "Pharaoh has a decree that we must abide by. At the second moment tomorrow morning, our army will launch an attack. Anthony and Dussenvier command the subordinate cavalry on the right wing; Sabo and Tagus command the cavalry artillery on the left wing and the archer brigade; Alp and Seerha lead the newly formed legion to be responsible for the frontal attack, and I lead the other infantry brigades to fight. Everyone, start preparing immediately and do not delay."

That night, it started to rain. The turbid Nile river was filled with depressing dark yellow in the twilight. There were light chariots inlaid with gold and silver in front of Archilus' camp, which symbolized the military power of the pharaoh. Although he would not fight in this thing, "When will the Romans attack?" On the couch, Beniniki restored the loose nightgown worn by the Macedonian woman, and asked sadly, stroking his husband's naked chest.

"You should ask me when I will attack the Romans, because maybe after three days, I will even betray the groom and the shield-holder." There was no lack of sadness in Archilus's words.

"Then let's go tomorrow. May we still be husband and wife in the next life. Although it takes only half a year, my body will always be the temple of your love." Beniniki said softly, as if he had made up a great determination.

"Your religious concepts are really the same as those of the Egyptians." In Archilus's mind, whether it was the Greeks or Persians, they did not value the concept of the underworld or the next life as Egypt did. He kept hearing the sound of raindrops hitting the roof of the beautiful tent and the messy boots on the muddy ground outside - that was more soldiers fleeing at night.

The next day, when the thick fog formed by the raindrops dissipated slightly, Achilaus, who walked out of the tent of the commander, frowned and looked at the cold scene in the camp, and continued to stay by his side. There were no more than three hundred people gathered with the military horn. He smiled miserably, and then looked across the river through the fog. There were golden sheep-headed flags and calf flags, as well as drum beats and footsteps in harmony. It seemed that the Romans were ready to fight without waiting for him to take the initiative.

"Just leave here. This is a hopeless decisive battle. It is just for the final honor to die. If so, let me enjoy this treatment first." In the curtain door, Beniniki's eyes were slightly red and swollen, his hair was disguised, and he walked out slowly with barefoot, shouting these words to Archilus heart-wrenchingly.

"Puchi", Archilous quickly turned around and stabbed his short sword into his wife's chest. Then he bared his teeth and shed tears, holding Beniniki's shoulder. The other party also held his arm, half of his eyes were confused with blood loss, usually the temporary color of death flying, "Cut off my head......buried... don't let anyone except you know, and then you can find me in that world."

"Yes, yes." Archilous murmured, and then suddenly continued to push forward. Beniniki grew up his mouth, his head drooped on his shoulders, took a long breath, and then he stopped breathing again. Then he slowly slid down his arms and his body to one side, dead.
Chapter completed!