At supper, Hebrida was summoned and received by Lukulas in person.

The Lukulas camp tent is easy to find. The top decorated with the Golden Eagle statue is that after Hebrida entered, he saw that Lukulas had removed his armor, and a shield-bearing slave was carefully wiping the treasure worth 30,000 Ses Tex. The commander was wearing a casual robe and sat at a simple conference table. Surrounded by the entourage officers and commanders at all levels, of course, including the commander of the Seventh Legion, the "reckless man" Sekdelius, and Utarius.

"Dear Centurion, I heard that you were brave in a battle a few days ago." After seeing Hebrida salute, Lukulas Ryan's tone was very kind.

"Your Excellency, I must act according to the opportunity, and the senior centurion Utarius is not on the front line. So, when I found that the enemy in the palace had signs of escape, I decided to let the brothers take attack measures. I hope you can understand." This speech, Hebrida has been reading this in the past few days.

"My subordinates are like this. Even I don't know that Mitradati has escaped in advance, haha." Secredirus said a very boring joke to help his subordinates. No one around responded. He grew up and yelled awkwardly.

Lukulas slowly raised his hands and supported his chin. In front of him was a poplar board full of words. "Centurion, I can understand your courage and decisiveness, but the list presented to me by the Dushi and the Military Guardians is quite unfavorable to you. Maybe I should consider the punishment for you appropriately."

Highbreda stood straight, full of the spirit of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

After a while of silence, Lukulas spoke: "Centurion, if you can hand over the captured materials as much as possible and verify the identity of the prisoners, I can consider giving each of your soldiers of the regiment a reward of 200 Drakma and exempting them from military law, what about?" Utaris wanted to say something, but Lukulas stopped him with his eyes.

"Yes, sir, I have no objection." After a brief pause, Highbrida agreed.

"But you must ensure that you have no concealment from me. This is the basis of our transaction - trust. Centurion, can you do it?" Lukulas blinked, his eyes pressing.

"Yes, yes, I'm willing to swear before the gods."

"But you must accept punishment for the centurion - I prohibit you from participating in the next battle, you must be confined until the end of the next battle, and naturally there will be no share in the spoils."

Hebrida's face shook twice, and then replied, "Your Excellency, no comment."

"Very good, rest!"

"Hi, may the God of War be with Rome!" Hebrida reached out to salute and turned around and left.

"He is the core figure of the Febria veteran gang, a trustless hooligan!" After Hebrida left, Utaris protested dissatisfiedly.

Just as everyone was talking, Lukulas sat in place and raised his voice: "Gentlemen, I remind you not to forget the goal of this expedition." The scene immediately became quiet. Several slaves brought up the sand table map. Lukulas raised his scepter and hit the table, and all the generals and staff surrounded him.

"Cancel this year's winter camp again." This was Lukulas' first order, which immediately aroused a big "!" in everyone's hearts, and then a long "...". They thought in their remnant thoughts, is the commander really not clear about what the soldiers are thinking?

This is the third time that Lukulas has announced the cancellation of the winter camp. During this long battle, the soldiers of the three legions camped in winter either in the desolate wilderness or in front of the enemy's fortresses. In those extremely prosperous Greek cities on the Little Asia Seashore, Lukulas never let the soldiers set foot.

Therefore, the soldiers gave Lukulas a nickname, "the Lord of the Greeks."

"Are you going to cross the Taurus Mountains and continue to pursue Mitradati?" Utaris saw that the people who were embarrassedly silent because of the cancellation of the winter camp, so he took the lead in breaking the deadlock.

Lukuras used a scepter to strait, which was the location of the mountainous areas of Cappadocia. "No, we went deep alone, and it was easy to cut the supply line here by Bendu and Armenians." Then the strait was straited up the sand table, "I will leave four brigades of the Eleventh Legion, as well as my entourage, fascists and eagle flags, acting as suspicious soldiers, making the enemy think I am ready to cross Taurus-but in fact, I will join the Seventh Legion and return to sweep the city of Bendu on the southern coast of the Eukseok Sea (Black Sea), exert the wealth and military resources of Mitradati, burn the war all over his territory, and make him a betrayal dog, so that he can no longer support it. Sir, I will judge that if this happens, Bendu will be destroyed by me in three years at most."

Everyone praised Lukulas' "speaking east and attacking west", and then the commander sat down slowly and said, "After Bendu and Armenia surrendered, Parthia, which occupied Mesopotamia, is not afraid, but I am more worried about the military discipline and taxpayer issues than military affairs."

The official system of the Roman city-state was very simple. The elders and some officials were born to adapt to the state of small countries and few people. However, when the republic miraculously became a hegemon in the Mediterranean in the past three hundred years, such a simple system could not digest and manage the vast new conquered territory at all. Therefore, Rome adopted the "taxee" system and cooperated with some insatiable tax companies: the company's tax collectors followed the army to travel around various regions, responsible for pressing oil and water from the local people, and handing over the pre-negotiated fixed taxes to Rome, all the remaining ones belong to the taxees.

It is very simple, expanding the remaining tax without limit is the ultimate dream of all taxpayers.

It is also very simple. The people who were conquered territories hated the Roman army, hated them for killing their husbands and fathers; but they hated even more hated the taxpayers, hated them for even the right to survive for their children.

Back then, in order to punish the support of the cities of Asia Minor for Mitradati VI, the Roman dictator "Lucky Sula" fined the local ranks 20,000 Tarante, and sent legions and tax holders to collect it - but according to Lukulas statistics, when the tax holders had not given the tax holders to Rome one after another, they had already squeezed out 10,000 Tarante from the city of Little Asia - this is the fundamental reason why Mitradati was defeated repeatedly, because many little Asians regarded him as the savior to overthrow the tyranny of the tax holders of Rome.

Therefore, when Lukulas crossed the sea to Xiaoya, he forbidden the army to plunder, wiped out the greedy tax companies, abolished and reduced the heavy local debts, and offended many knight groups in the city of Rome (Roman was second to the wealthy class of the senate. Most of them were loan sharks and industrialists and traders based on their assets alone), and many officers and soldiers of the army. The Greeks loved him the Romans hated him as much as they wanted to remove him. The news of the Senate's replacing his post was already very tight. The recognized successor was the "general Pompei" who was deeply favored by the civilians and soldiers. The Pompei with a fake smile, Pompei, who was born in a humble background, was now loved by the Senate and granted great power to clear out the pirates in the Mediterranean.

"The next goal, Amisus, must complete the deployment in the early morning and set off." This is an order that Lukulas cannot be questioned.

When everyone was ordered to withdraw, Lukuras looked at the slave who was thrown into the armor and sword with a slightly tired eyes, and then took out a book. Under the candlelight, it can be seen that the book was titled "Memoirs" and the author's signature is Sura.
Chapter completed!