"Whether you are Sura's friend or you are Sura's enemy, I believe I have repaid you twice." - Sura's epitaph

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"Then." Adiana said softly, then his eyes moved to Porty who was still crying, "You are the only one left. I don't want to insult you in front of so many imperial soldiers. I will not give you to the soldiers. Thank you for your kindness! But you must die and be buried with my aunt."

Porty nodded. Just as Karabis was about to shout "No", two Bendu cavalry scouts carrying round shields rushed over and shouted: "Not far away, a large group of Romans appeared, which seemed to be the remaining troops of Silesia."

Utarius and Hebrida smiled. It must be Apis who led the army - but Adiana smiled even happier. "The messengers who were put back helped a lot. They told the Roman reinforcements of the specific directions so that we would not have any more troubles to find them. Bison Tucker Schiller, your chance to annihilate the established Romans. Let's use your cavalry's strengths. Remember, even if the sunset is about to set, don't give the Romans the opportunity to build fortifications."

After nightfall, the entire land of Lekdania seemed to be trembling and burning. Just as Apis led three brigades, plus two thousand Gailachas assisted light infantry, just when he was crossing a small river and preparing to rush to Lekdania to reinforce the three regiments that had been captured, Turk Schiller, the "Bison" of Bendu, followed Adianna's instructions in advance, commanded his cavalry and launched a wave-like attack on the Romans.

All the Bencao cavalry held Song Ming with one hand, like countless shining meteors, hitting the Roman soldiers who were still wading with frost at their feet. Then, they howled loudly without asking about the target, shot out the javelin in their hands, and then left with one blow. The second team of cavalry continued to fight in a flash. Their purpose was very simple, not giving the Romans the opportunity to camp.

Tucker Schiller is nicknamed "Bison". He is completely a master of cavalry tactics. He is much stronger than the opponents the Romans had contacted before. Under his command, Bendu cavalry was divided into six echelons of three wings, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner under the night, and attacking Roman soldiers in turn.

The Roman commander, Aspis, stood behind several shields, and several light javelins flew over his head from time to time. His eyes turned around with the dynamics of the battlefield. The thin face reflected by the torches was very calm: but he knew very well that half of his three brigades were lined up to fight. Although he was in front of the fierce attack of the Bendu cavalry, he was not panicked and set his feet in front of the river. What he really worried about was the Gelax people in the flank direction. These soldiers from the little sub-subjugation country could last for a long time under the attack of Bendu's powerful offensive.

Just behind the formation of Apis, the remaining half of the Roman soldiers sweated heavily in the winter night. In the shouts of killing in front, they danced the shovels and pickaxes in their hands, and built fortifications frantically. This was the Romans' last resort when they were attacked: once they encountered an enemy attack, half of the front team would take the fight, and half of the back team would not ask what they wanted to build fortifications at all costs.

The key point of the entire battlefield, just like Adianna's prediction, lies in whether the Romans could persevere and repair the fortifications.

"Biduita, go and tell the bison, find the weakness of the Roman formation and break through, like tearing apart apart apart. The Roman formation is in the center, the most elite heavy infantry brigade, but their cavalry and servants on both wings are much weaker." Adiana, who was on the carriage, gently pressed her high-high and ordered Biduita.

After Biduita left, Adiana showed her white teeth like a shell, chewing hazelnuts leisurely, and sometimes sighed slightly, saying to Karabis next to her: "Binary-eared pottery jar, sometimes I envy your body. If I were a boy, then the one who inherited the throne of the father would definitely be me."

But she found that under the lantern, Karabis looked at her with strangeness, disgust and vigilance.

Adiana combed her chestnut hair with her hands, "Carabis, are you afraid of me? It's because of the scene when I stabbed Abna just now?"

"No, I don't know, I just feel that my perception of the Queen's Queen has deviated from the past, but I will have a self-knowledge. As a slave, what I need is the ability to adapt to everything."

"When you say this, you are depressed and hypocritical." Adianna bit open a hazelnut vigorously, "Am I not kind enough? I forgive the Third Regiment, I let my brother's messenger go, and I am willing to give Porty a decent death immediately."

"All this is just your careful arrangement in advance." Karabis said with some resentment when he thought of Porti's immediate fate.

"Shut up! No wonder the philosophers said, don't be too good to slaves, they are a group of things that only know how to be more and more greedy." Adiana said gritting her teeth, "Karabis, don't forget that I taught you to kill people - since I can kill the first one, I won't be afraid to continue killing the second one - In this world, there are always some people you have to kill, and one day, you will be full of gratitude, thank you for teaching you this essential skill in life."

Karabis remembered that at the mountain pass of Sofini, he let an Armenian soldier drink the mouth of the bronze spear in Adiana's scolding. This was the scene that tortured him for many nights, and his hands were stained with human blood. "If I don't kill that person, that person will kill me." This is the explanation he has always given himself. Now this explanation has been completely broken by Adiana's theory: there is no forced nature to kill people. As long as it is necessary, you can kill people for self-defense today, and tomorrow you will kill people for profit.

At this time, the servants turned up the baffles of Adiana's carriage one by one, locked them, and the whole carriage turned into a closed box. Then the servants lit the bronze foot lamp and lit the incense. Adiana was a little lazy, like a beautiful kitten, half lying on the silk pillow, and a gentle curtain was separated from Karabis standing outside.

"Karabis, Karabis..." Seeing the "Binocular Clay pot" there, Adiana laughed again behind the curtain, "I am from the Mitra family. Do you think that maintaining the strength of a family depends on modesty, honor and warmth? Wrong, such a family has long been eliminated by the world. People in a strong family must always believe that they are beyond anyone. Only by constantly making themselves stronger like my father, can they survive. Otherwise, it would be bad like you. You actually want to save Porti. You actually want to get her physical reward, but you can't do it. First, you have no ability at all, and second, some of your stale thoughts have bound you-maybe like Hebrida, just lifting Porti's skirt, tearing off her clothes, and giving her lowly women what they deserve."

Then Adiana suddenly opened the curtain, stood in front of Karabis in her gentle loose underwear, and lit his chest with her hands, half teasing and half scolding, "Maybe men have different status, but in front of women and prey, they should all be like beasts." At this time, there was a sound of horses outside the carriage, and a messenger shouted: "Great Queen, it is really a crime to disturb your dream, but we must report to you the best news of this night. Our cavalry has broken through the enemy's left wing."
Chapter completed!