"As the wind of flattery, historians will no longer dare to write straight." - Tasido

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The queen faced Karabis quietly for five seconds, through her face armor, and couldn't see her expression clearly, and then said softly in Greek: "No need to go back to Bosphorus, the master's mission has failed, and it is meaningless to go back to report his life. We will go to the upper reaches of the Dunmoth River to rest, which is our little kingdom, and everything will be decided until the beginning of spring."

Karabis immediately understood the "everything" in the queen's mouth.

"Can you tell me what your master came to ask you to do?"

"Okay, my master Marca, asks me to bring Adiana, the daughter of Bendu, to let his sister be his wife." Helenputina's answer was indeed not as expected by Karabis. This is the tradition of the Mitra family, and the combination of brother and sister to maintain the so-called purity of blood. No wonder Nesa told Adiana that she would eventually be the same as her mother's fate: as a spoil, even if she is unwilling to do so, she has to accept domination. The true pleasure can only be obtained in the afterlife.

After saying that, Helenputina shook the reins with her hand, faced the snow that was flying downwards, and was about to leave the back door of the self-operated building. Karabis shouted to her back, "What would you do if it were a boy?"

But Helen Putina did not answer, speeded up the horse's hooves and left quickly.

However, Ella Yoyo called out twice, pulled the horse, turned around in the spot, threw a Persian embroidered belt to Karabis, nodded at him, and then chased the queen and left.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Looking at the snowflakes rolling on the belt, Karabis fell into confusion and melancholy. Porti walked slowly and grabbed his arm: "Carbis, you must survive, even for me."

Karabis smiled bitterly twice before saying to Porti: "Yes, we can never separate from suffering."

At this time, the two Roman sentries on the tower poked their heads out in panic and shouted to everyone in the camp below: "The Eighth Legion is in trouble! The Eighth Legion is in trouble!" Then they rang the bell that called the police in panic. The people in the camp were shocked and put down their work, "Don't slack off, Hebrida, you are responsible for checking and rectifying this place." Apis passed by Hebrida, who was saluting and said that he was very proud of himself, and then quickly climbed the tower. Then he saw the scene that was most shocking in his life:

In the wind and snow, the main force of the Eighth Legion, which rushed through the river, was attacked by the multi-faceted attacks by the cavalry of the Bendu brigade who was ambushed behind the hills, and the shouts of killing were earth-shaking.

"Idiot, Terry Ali." Apis whispered. Sure enough, Mitradati used his injuries to pretend to die, luring Terry Ali into the predetermined ambush circle.

After a while, everyone on the tower was stunned - because the golden eagle flag of the Eighth Legion fell down and disappeared. It seemed that Terriali either died or abandoned his troops and escaped. The fall of the eagle flag completely shattered the courage of the soldiers of the Eighth Legion. They were rushing back and forth by Scythy's mercenary cavalry in animal skins. The originally stable formation was divided, torn apart, and finally washed away. Even many of the bravest veterans and centurions could only lie behind the shield, futilely resisting arrows and horse hooves, but could not think of any way to change the situation.

"Strike. Cross the river to set up a formation, then blow the trumpet of contact, ready to respond to Triali." As soon as Apis' order came out, the four centurions next to him could not believe their ears, "But, even if we add wounded soldiers now, there are only a thousand troops. Doing this is like committing suicide."

"Listen, if Terry Ali is finished, I can't protect myself here." Apis raised the ring on his fingers at the centuries, which means that his power is unquestionable. The centuries looked at each other, but they could only accept orders and go downstairs to arrange tasks. Then Apis stepped on the ladder and climbed to the highest point of the tower, shouting to everyone in the howling wind and snow:

"Everyone, whether you are citizens or slaves, I, Aspis, have to say hello to you here, Happy Goddess Day, because today's weather is good. Then the Roman unicorn army encountered some small trouble on the battlefield ahead, and we had to cross the river to pick them up, but the centurion told me that the current military strength was insufficient. So I thought of a small way--now, Aspis Yodel, protecting the people with Roman military force with the Roman military.

An emergency motion was issued by the official's identity - to liberate all the camp slaves in the camp here, yes, you are now the free people." As he said, Apis raised a scroll of documents with a scroll and signed and sealed them quickly. "This document will take effect immediately in the army of the Silesian Governor. From now on, there will be no slaves in this camp, so everyone, including the original slaves, will take up weapons and follow the sound of the horns!"

What!

Calabis and Porti couldn't believe their ears, which meant that they were liberated now, but Apis still did not call them citizens, but called free people. Even so, he had to go to the battlefield with Roman soldiers who were truly citizens in such a dangerous situation. Although Calabis had been seeing the battlefield, it now meant that he would fight head-on with Roman soldiers, holding weapons, and surging enemies head-on, which was completely different from before.

But before he could figure it out, Hebrida threw a lock curtain at him, which was left by a soldier of the Eighth Legion. Karabis was in a hurry to buckle the shoulder straps on the lock curtain, "You used to be from the Third Regiment, and now you are following our Third Regiment." Then Arminius gave himself a Roman broad-blade short sword. Karabiston felt a sank in his hand. Arminius saw this scene and sighed and said to Hebrida, "This guy is still a rookie."

"There is no time to train, even the rookie has to make up. Listen to Karabis, you are standing at the end of the queue." Hebrida gestured back and forth with the dagger in her hand and said.

Standing at the end? This means that I am cannon fodder, and it is indeed used to make up for the heads. Then Karabis received a heavy javelin and a small round shield, which shows that Aminius was very considerate. Because it had not been tempered, it was impossible to use the legion's javelin and shield flexibly. Therefore, for Karabis, this heavy javelin is actually equivalent to a spear, and the small round shield is even more of a decoration.

"Remember, just aim the head of the javelin at the enemy immediately." Arminius instructed, then patted Karabis on the shoulder and put on his round helmet - unfortunately, Karabis didn't even have a helmet, and his equipment was all pieced together, and it was not entirely complete.

"Three Regiment, line up, ready to listen to the horn." Hebrida stood on the snow with a triangle "flame tongue" in his hand, but in the end, he connected to the liberated military slaves, and the entire regiment had only about forty people. "Hot the rice, I will come back." Karabis looked sideways, looked at Porty on the side, smiled, and said.

Before leaving, Porty quietly stuffed a thick leather hat into his armor.
Chapter completed!