Rossius looked at the corpse that was still bleeding on the sand, knowing that Surena was not asking him to do something, but ordering him to do something. So he held the box and walked to Surena, and several followers stopped him aside, and then poured out all the things in the box.

Unexpectedly, Crassus did not put seals or diplomatic contracts in the box, only some clothes, books, and short swords. It seems that the governor had never believed Surena's nonsense at first, and did not carry these things that symbolize the power of the Republic. Surena jumped off his horse and fiddled with a horse whip, and then tickled his tongue, because he found some very important books and laughed immediately. It turned out that they were all collections of love poems from Milidu. Of course, the two words "love" were all elevated to such urban words, which were yellow literature at all.

"Put all these books into large leather bags, and choose the most obscene paragraphs to teach the soldiers to chant, telling the people of Seleulia and Tessifon that the so-called powerful Roman legion, their commanders usually read these things to fight." Surena said proudly, and then he threw a few gold coins to Pomax Serris who were still asking for rewards, kicked the other party away, picked up Crasso's head, and hung it on the spear tassel by himself. His Rong clan escorts also cut off the heads of Eugutaves and Petro, and picked up the spear with the Contos spear, walked to the hillside, loudly shouting

Mocking the stunned Roman soldiers above, "I heard that there was a group called citizens in Rome. Most of you belonged to this group, relying on the so-called votes to decide to elect oligarchs who manage the country and the army. Today, I finally saw it on the battlefield. You can also use this method to cover up your humility and cowardice, push your commander out and let him be killed innocently in conflict. I think you should not be "citizens" but "gangsters" or even monkeys. In order to punish your betrayal of your superiors, I ordered that the lives of any one of you be forgiven."

After saying that, Surena raised the spear in his hand and galloped back and forth twice under the hillside. When the Romans saw Crassu dead, their morale fell to the bottom and began to collapse. Even though many of them were elites from the First Legion of the Province, they were not as brave as the peasants who protected the village after losing the governor and general. Some centurions followed Crassu's warning before death and fled into the mountains with their subordinates, while others fled to the city of Ikni with their subordinates. As a result, the Arabs who were surrounded took the opportunity to chop and kill, and their miserable shouts shook the wilderness. These Akbarus's men were the most brutal group, and they plundered and robbed Roman captives and corpses. Even the nobles of Parthian could not bear it.

More people threw down their weapons and shields and surrendered to Surena's command, which made Surena feel particularly happy. Selheth seemed to have bitten the Roman side troops. So he was no longer going to attack Ikni anymore, but planned to shoot back the horse and remove the isolated and helpless city of Cale, and then annihilate the five legions with the worst combat power of the Romans, and capture them all. In this case, there were 10,000 Romans alone, and another 20,000 were killed by him. Now, the five legions under Crasso had escaped back not even a quarter.

"If Seleuria comes soon, my merits will shine on the entire Asia Minor, Syria and Persia. Whether it is valleys, plains, rivers or oceans, Surena's name will be like a god, making everyone respectful." Surena smiled to the sky, and then he began to feel sad again, thinking that he had such a great martial arts honor, but he still lacked something, that is, the eagle mark of the First Roman Legion, but this eagle mark was carried and protected by their chief brigade, and now he must have escaped into Ikni.

The moon rises quietly, shining in such an endless sea of ​​sand. Under the horse's hooves, Surena looked up at the slightly lacking silver plate, and felt a little relieved. After all, there is no perfect existence in this world, and the position of a person's heart cannot be kept in the center. Now his plan is to continue to humiliate the failures suffered by the Romans in the East, capture Kale, push the border to Syria, and preferably to obtain Antioch again, but this is a later story - because yesterday, Herod sent a letter of congratulations, asking him to hold a congratulations with himself on his way back to the army.

Suddenly, among the captive crowds who were walking by his lower head, a veteran caught his attention. He immediately stepped forward and picked up the other party's chin with a horse whip. The veteran looked horrified, but Surena then exclaimed, and then he asked the translator to say to the other party, "This guy, has anyone said you look particularly like your governor?"

"Someone has indeed said that someone had encouraged me to go back and pretend to be his wife, but the premise was to get your release." The soldier who was seventy-sixth-point similar quickly disappeared from fear and spoke in a scoundrel unique to the Romans.

"You don't have to go back to Rome. As long as you cooperate with me in a drama, I can give you Milito, the best prostitute in Seleuria, and you can choose the fat and thin ones. Even if you like my concubine, anyone can ask her to serve you." Surena's words were even more cynical, accompanied by a very vulgar gesture, "Send your name, old guy."

"Parsianus, Pasianus." The veteran coughed a few times and replied with emphasis.

Surena continued to laugh, shook her cloak, and said loudly, "Parcianus, yes, I will also imitate the 'invincible' Romans, and immediately hold a grand triumphal ceremony for myself in the city of Seleulia. Then you will be the protagonist, the great General Pasianus from Rome, hahahaha." His laughter was almost mad.

At this moment, Sabo, who was lit torches and marching in the mountains and valleys, felt the extreme difference between day and night in the desert area. He wrapped an additional blanket on his armor, but he could not resist the biting cold wind in the valley, and his mood was extremely conflicted. According to Li Bida's instructions in advance, when he reached this journey, he could station in the same place or go back home, but he still resisted softly. So when Polo came to ask for instructions, he just said softly, "Continue to search forward, we should have friendly troops on the opposite side."
Chapter completed!