Along the way, Hebrida and Lukulas were still in peace, because Lukulas was now full of disappointment and dissatisfaction with the soldiers under his command, and was unwilling to mingle with these ungrateful guys. He would distance his team from the soldiers who went to the Winter Camp.

When Karabis and his men entered the Lydia plains of Sadies, the wind that blew on their faces softened, the land under their feet was soft and wet, the hillsides and trees began to draw out shallow buds, grass and wheat stumbled out of the soil, and the egrets swept over the lakes and farms, leaving a string of white shadows on the rippling water surface. Everything indicates that the arrival of spring, smelling the intoxicating fragrance, the footsteps of soldiers and slaves became lighter, and for Hebrida and his men, the rare winter camp can last until the most pleasant April.

"Hey, Karabis, I have to feed this Scythian Doctor and I'll arrive in Bitinia soon." Every time I met him on the road, Hebrida did not forget to shout twice, because he completely "fostered" Timothy in Karabis.

Finally, in the yard of a farmhouse adjacent to the entry point of Bitinia, Porti was holding a copper pot filled with hot water. Arminius and another legion soldier held down the yelling Timothus. Karabis held a razor and shouted "Don't move around", and cut off Timothus's messy beard and braids. "Carbis, you have good skills. I heard that you are going back to Rome soon, and you can consider being a barber." Hebrida, on the side, sat on the table, chewing the salt-dipped peas with satisfaction, "How about this guy is a bit like a Greek doctor, well, well, it looks pretty good. Then, my brother will bring out the name of the imperial physician Mitradati, maybe it can really sell for 10,000 or 20,000 Ses quits." Then, the centurion, who was always low-ranking, scattered two loud farts and walked out slowly.

Timoxiu, whose hair was cut off, was alone in the corner of the wall and was depressed. Karabis was cleaning the razor in the sink in front of the cattle shed. "May the snow god and the wind god in the grassland punish you, you bad guy! Maybe I should bite you to death with a poisonous snake." Timoxiu said, touching Karabis with his hands, frightening him up in a vein, but this guy touched him for a while and became dejected. It seemed that his precious little poisonous snake was still in the snowfield of Rikdania.

Seeing that Timothus was unable to go crazy, Karabis breathed a sigh of relief and brought him half of the salt-dipped peas, Timothus started to eat. "Since I'm going to Rome soon, I have to follow the customs. In fact, I used to have long hair." Karabis pointed at his short hair with his finger and gestured. Then he saw the skeleton beside Timothus, and couldn't help but curiosity and asked, "Who is this skeleton."

"It was a Roman who was killed in the Temple of Medicine when Mitradati attacked Rhodes." As he said, Timothy fiddled with the skeleton with great interest, "because thousands of Roman colonists were killed in the Temple of Medicine. When Mitradati resisted Rome, he killed a total of 80,000 Romans, including women and children. I don't know the name of this guy at all, but this is a perfect corpse, and it must be more perfect to make a skeleton. I have to carry it. When I wait until my leisure time, I will copy the appearance of this man in plaster."

Karabis thought to himself, you don't understand the world of Crazy Doctors - then he heard the clamor of the team moving forward.

A few days later, on the beach of Bitinia, the exclusive ship of Lukuras docked. The bow of the ship was a bronze statue of Apollo with exquisitely carved sculptures. Karabis helped the owner to ship pots on the dock. When Hebrida was looking at him with a gloomy face, he asked him and himself to go to the market to see the twenty slaves who had been housed in the slave traders.

"You can't go to other people in the Third Regiment, because I owed everyone in the Third Regiment. Those who are alive or dead are either 100 or 3000. Seth withdrew from the current. My brother recognizes it, and the only one who is not owed, you are the only one who is not owed - if all the slaves die of typhoid fever, I will be finished. I don't want the rest of the Third Regiment to see this scene."

When the two of them walked to the market, there were dogs, pigs, chickens, ducks and slaves locked in wooden cages, as well as vendors and citizens coming and going, the stench mixed with the fishy smell of the soil, which was so smoldering the mind. At this time, a middle-aged man with a Phrygian hat hurriedly threw down the stall and threw his feet to run away. Hebrida threw a stone in the crowd, hitting the back of the man's head, and then pressed and held down to take down the man.

"Tell me, how are my slaves going?" Hebrida asked yellingly by pressing the man's head into the mud pit.

"How do you ask him to answer you if you do this?" Karabis pushed Hebrida away and helped the middle-aged man up. The man kept coughing and wiping the mud on his face, and said in a panic: "Centurion, you have to forgive me. You must not get angry. This typhoid fever is too terrible, and the money you left in advance is not enough to seek medical treatment for them, so..."

"What, say it again, I paid 3500 Seth's deposit money. Are you feeding the pig slaves hazelnut-stewed civets all day long? "Herbrida pulled the dealer, dragged him to the warehouse of the stall, and then threw his sword to Karabis. "Listen, Karabis, if you see it right away, if you don't meet Brother's wishes, you will kill this guy. Anyway, you are about to leave here and return to Rome. No one can control you."

After the three of them opened the door of the warehouse, the rotten smell came to their faces, and the ground was full of rats running around. Several wooden cages that were almost decayed were lying across the ground. There were many people tied up on the chains inside. No, many dead people, men and women, flies and bedbugs lying on their bodies, enjoying a delicious meal. Highbreda ordered one by one, and became more and more angry, "Why don't you sell them at a low price when they are sick, even if one is only ten to twenty Drags."

Horse.” The man said with a sad face, "Centurion, you have to understand that this is Bitinia, and there is never a shortage of slaves. A slave sold only two drachmas in the local area, and the price is equal to an axe or saw. Only by selling these slaves to Rome or Afilica can they be sold at a suitable price, but you also know that the tax holders and the big slave traders were expelled by your previous commanders, and there was no transit merchant at all. In the past or two years, only a simple cargo ship was docked."

In the stinking smell, Karabis saw Hebrida slowly holding her head, squatting down, and actually started crying. Thinking about it, this guy fought for seven years in Xiaoya, and not only did he not have any promotion in his position, he also paid pensions for the soldiers who died in battle. As a result, he owed more than 10,000 yuan in debt, Seth withdrew from the squad. His wife and children in Rome were still waiting for him to send money to live...
Chapter completed!