"You have told us all the names, types, offices and reasons about the affairs of sacred and humanity." - Cicero praised Greek literature

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As the team continued to move forward, the desert became more and more terrifying. Whether it was its sunrise or its sunset, the former brought suffocating heat, while the latter brought endless darkness. The soldiers carrying equipment slowly moved forward. Each hundred-man team was like a caterpillar with clumsy head movements. Crassus was a little worried about the speed of the army's movement. According to the regulations of the manual, he thought that his army could walk out of the desert within four or five days at most.

But the march was already the fifth day, and even the cavalry who were searching in front could not tell the former consul how far it would be to reach the border between the desert and the market.

Horses and personnel had already died. Kasiona, the First Legion, which served as the reserve guard, hosted many fallen soldiers every day. They were the only legion carrying the pack horses. This was the result of Kasio's insistence on disobeying. He placed all his bags in Sinaca. For the pack horses, he was carrying precious water and debris, including tents, wooden stakes, some firewood, dry firewood, etc. He also constantly encouraged the fallen soldiers, sent them weapons, and after replenishing the other party's food and water, he asked them to continue moving forward without a number.

Crasus's entourage, just ahead of the entire army, at the end of the fifth day, his son Crasus, led a cavalry team to stir up the rolling sandstorm and dust. He came to report to his father and superiors, "There were a large number of brand new horse hoof prints in front of him, and it seemed that a large number of Parthians gathered nearby."

"Isn't it left by those fleeing barbarians?" Crassus used a plain scarf on his shoulder. He had grown older and could no longer command the team by horse. "There is also this damn environment. There is no stream, no small tree, no green, only yellow sand and a slightly terrifying blue sky."

"No." Little Crassus replied with certainty, because these horseshoe prints are orderly and in a direction everywhere. It looks like a wonderful military shuttle and mobilization.

"Governor General, please allow me to go to the second and fifth legions of the vanguard, and ask them to make complete preparations, and also the first legion called Kasio to catch up as soon as possible, so as not to be cut off by the barbarian cavalry when in the marching column." The chief deputy general Oguvetas, who was next to him, quickly said, then rode his horse and rushed to the front troops to mobilize. Crassus nodded slightly. He still highly recognized the ability of his generals. Then he called another deputy general Megabe, and led five hundred cavalry with his son. He then explored the distance between thirty furons to find out the position of Surena's main force.

Then the entire Roman legion was boiling, everyone was carrying swords, putting down their equipment to arm themselves, and lined up the battle line according to the requirements of the centurion and the civil guardian. The appearance of the Parthians gave many people a feeling of relief. Instead of being pulled back and forth by the other party in this desert, it was better to go there happily and completely defeat these despicable and shameless barbarians who were riding on horseback, and hated like flies.

But after Crassus and Megabe's scout cavalry ran forward for ten furlong distances, they found that the hoof prints were getting denser and closer to a certain direction. They were alert and soon reached a consensus: Surena's main force was not far ahead, perhaps siegeing Kale City. When the distance was thirty furlongs limited by Crassus, the horseshoe prints became chaotic again.

"Are these guys running away again?" Little Crassu shouted out, feeling that he was fooled by the other party again!

Megabe cursed directly, using all the streets and alleys commonly used in Roman city to insult the miscellaneous mountain people with Greek mixed-race genes, saying that their kings and Rong people were actually born of the affair of Militu and Greek princes and female slaves in the past, but pretended to appreciate Greek operas. They even watched the amphitheater, and had to put a piece of saddle leather between their butts and seats, because they were so humble and barbaric. So, in the end, the two could only bring five hundred cavalry and return to the main array in disappointment, reporting to Crassu, "It seems that the enemy has been separated again, but we cannot take it lightly. This is their trick."

The staff and generals around the Syrian governor were all angry. They felt that this was not just the trick of the Parthians, but also the guide Akbarus. So several centurions rushed into the queue, pulled the chief out roughly, and pulled him to everyone, asking him to explain the reason.

As a result, the chief still laughed. He understood that in this situation, he could never admit that he was actually a spy sent by Surena. Now only by using his wise tongue to survive, his fat face immediately bloomed, just like a ball of raw meat poured with wine suddenly exploded, and shouted in an extremely exaggerated tone, "Oh my God! You warriors from Italy are more anxious than your sword fighting. Are you

We thought that now we were walking in Campenia or Naples, with clear springs, fragrant flowers, and exquisite buildings everywhere? Here is the sea of ​​death at the junction of Syria, Arabia and Assyria. There were countless heroes buried here in the past. If we could not even overcome this difficulty, we would talk about plans to conquer Parthia. Didn’t Alexander the Great come here with 50,000 troops and horses?”

Hearing such an explanation, Crassus could only shake his hand and ask all officers and soldiers to maintain restraint, be as fearless as the citizens of the Punic Wars and persevere as they were in the Punic Wars. So, the soldiers who were originally in battle formations could only carry heavy equipment again, continue to form a column to march towards their destinations, cursing loudly, cursing the weather, cursing the gods, and of course, some cursing the boss.

When he was camping at night, the "king" of Armenia suddenly came to a letter saying that he was willing to provide Crasus with 6,000 heavy cavalry and a general number of auxiliary light cavalry, but now he has received the message that Herod already knew that he had committed a treason and committed to the Roman Republic, and had gathered a huge main force to go north to invade his borders. For the sake of the present plan, only the general's strength and your deputy general Libidaus will meet together to resist Herod - or, you can turn your direction and go north to join us, and enter Seleulia and Tessifon through Chinodosha, so I feel more secure.
Chapter completed!