Li Bida was awakened by the pleasant laughter of Hebrida. He opened his eyes, walked to the side of the car, and saw a eye-catching scene.

The entire Amisus was shaking in the burning, and the resistance inside seemed to have been completely shattered. The entire mountain slope, to the flat ground under the city wall, were densely lined with soldiers from the Seventh and Eleventh Legion, cursing, protesting and intimidation like huge waves.

In the flames, Commander Lukulas rode the white horse, and the six entourages around him held eagle flags and French Spanish rods, constantly hitting the ground. It seemed that Lukulas wanted all the soldiers to remain silent, but few soldiers bought it. Many centurions and soldiers even began to argue and push.

"Haha, Lukulas, the soldier's anger, you rich man, just feel it!" Hebrida looked completely gloating.

"Soldiers, Amisus, this city with a long history and favored God is struggling in the flames. We need to save its temple, its people. Soldiers, temporarily put down your lanterns and torches, temporarily curb the idea of ​​making money, and give this city and help like a Roman who truly pity the weak!" Lukulas waved his arms and loudly persuaded his army. But the dirty and greedy veterans were unmoved at all. They collectively beat the shield with their daggers, and quickly covered the voice of their entourage hitting the French Spanish, expressing their dissatisfaction and contempt for the commander's order.

Hebrida was slandering from afar, as if Lukulas could hear his dissatisfaction, "Why, why, such a wealthy city, but because of your stupid thoughts, does not let the soldiers of the legion be touched? Like you, a rich man with countless villas with gardens and fountains around the city of Rome, of course, he does not understand the soldiers' desires, and deserves to find a way out! Maybe one day you will get the same fate as your ex!"

When the low-level centurion saw Li Bida on the side, he also shouted: "Why, are you not even satisfied with such hypocritical people? He, Lukulas is the richest man in Rome, and now he does not allow soldiers to get the one hundred or two hundred drachmas he deserves." Before Li Bida could answer, Adiana walked up with a blanket and sarcastically said: "The untouchables and slaves will deny all the noble virtues that their stupid heads cannot understand as hypocrisy--he is Lukulas, right? He is a real Roman warrior and a respectable enemy."

Hebrida turned her head and grew up at "Karabia", and said for a long time, "Maybe I should have fucked you to my daughter that night."

"Centurion, your dirty thoughts have made you deeply fall into crime. One day, you will receive the punishment I deserve." Adianna did not let him go.

Li Bida was unintentionally listening to the two of them, because he saw that Lukulas' efforts to stop the plundering of the legion were obviously failed. All the soldiers, whether it was the Seventh Legion or the Eleventh Legion, whether it was the Roman Revue or the Latin Allies, let out excited howls, ignore the commander's drink, hold a torch, and rushed into the burning city of Amisus with the burning city of Amisus. Amisus became the second Kabia. The harbor city was still emitting thick smoke the next day, and the robbers completely lost their order and good knowledge. Not only did they not go to put out the fire, they set fire everywhere, chop down any residents they could see, looted any shop, and even the bronze ship capital on the ships docked at the pier was smashed down as trophy.

The next evening, a heavy rain poured down in time, finally extinguishing the fire in the city and preventing the complete destruction of Amesus.

In the rain, Li Bida held a blanket and covered it on the sill car in Hebrida; then, he returned to the elm tree, the drizzled rain without stopping, dripping down the dense leaves, and the world of mud and dirty water was formed around Demethlius on the stretcher. Li Bida kept wiping the rain on his body with his hands, afraid that his wound would become inflamed, because once the inflammation appeared, it would only be a dead end in this era.

"I am a Galilee, I know Greek, I can write, I can keep accounts--When I was in Eoria (the northwest coast of Asia Minor), many rich Greeks hired me as tutors at a high price of 2,000 drachmas a year--I could have... If there was no damn war, if the damn Romans had not come..." The Jewish slaves seemed to have started the heat, and kept saying, their hair wet with water was stuck on their foreheads in a mess, and their necks and cheeks appeared terrible red.

"Don't talk anymore, save your energy." Li Bida comforted him, and then he saw Adiana sitting under the tree, Porti holding a blanket on the head of the princess as a tent, so as not to get her beautiful chestnut hair damaged. At this time, Li Bida couldn't help but feel a little resentful - this was unimaginable in the slave thinking two thousand years ago, but a few days ago, he was still a college student who liked to be serious and angry, even though his current identity had changed a little.

"You should give the blanket to Demethlius, so that it may save his life!" Li Bida's sudden question not only shocked Porty, but also surprised Adianna very much, but she still retained her demeanor. She just glanced at Li Bida contemptuously and still preserved her unique noble demeanor.

Suddenly, Adiana screamed, because Li Bida walked straight to her, pulled off the blanket on her head roughly, and handed it to Demethlius. "You lowly...you dare..." Adiana was in a panic and couldn't say a complete sentence. Li Bida's behavior was really beyond her expectations. She could only tremble all over and pulled the blanket with Li Bida. Porty, who was on the side, was so surprised that she covered her mouth, and didn't know which side to help.

The victory and defeat were soon announced. As a man, Li Bida had the strength to surpass the petite Adiana. With one push and one shoving, Adiana fell into the mud and water, and a sound of Hebrida clamoring in his ears, "Haha, I said it long ago. You don't have to be polite to the Greeks, whether men or women. Karabis, now you should be fucking Karabiya, this stinky chick under the elm and in the rain. It's wonderful. Master, I'm just watching the gladiator performance. Come on, I authorize you to fuck this chick!"

Li Bida had red eyes, gasping heavily, holding the blanket, forcing Adiana to come. When the other party heard Hebrida's words, he couldn't help but be filled with fear, like a noble and pitiful Persian cat, staring at helpless eyes, "You, you, Karabis, can vent your sexual desires on Porti, but you are not qualified to touch me, because I am a noble lady of Cappadocia."

"Shut up!" Li Bida's shout interrupted Adianna's statement, and then he continued in a low voice, "Don't think you are still a noble lady, the princess. You are now in a state of desolation, mixed with slaves, it's better to put away your stinky style earlier." After that, Li Bida shook the water droplets on his hair like a beast, splashing Adianna all over, and she didn't dare to say anything. Then Li Bida turned around and wrapped the blanket carefully on Demethlius, "Potty, find him some food, and then get some firewood. I think the rain won't last long."

"Oh." Porty responded subconsciously. When she saw the angry princess, still sitting in the mud, she just kissed her arm and left like a fly.
Chapter completed!