The pulleys on the battlements rolled squeakingly, and the chain rings quickly followed it, pulling into the city in the sound of the trumpet. In the screams, the corner-striking car of the Copper Shield Army was directly raised upright and quickly "climbed" up against the city wall. Many Copper Shield Army soldiers jumped up bravely, grabbed the car and pulled it down, and wrestled with the Romans there. At this time, many pots were thrown out from the battlements, and they smashed them on the car. The "Mitty turbulent oil" contained inside was stained everywhere. Two Roman soldiers stretched out with long wooden poles wrapped in lit rags at the top. With a "boom", the entire collision suddenly turned into a crimson ball of fire. The Copper Shield Army soldiers with flames could only jump down and rolled down the slope to destroy the fire on their bodies.

After a day of attack and defense, the Copper Shield Army made no progress. Then, when they got up at the camp the next day, they found that in front of yesterday's slope, the Romans demolished some buildings in the city and raised the wall by nearly ten Roman footers!

Now, even the governor Minander could not hold back. Fortunately, Mitradati was ready to take the big flagship and move from the sea to the city of Pontikabiang. The princess Adianna accompanied her father, and Philip and Biduita were also the captain of the guards.

"Your Majesty takes one step first. After I am the general's capital, I will follow you." Stratonice hugged and kissed the King of the Black Sea, "Please forgive me, please forgive me." Pascius also stood next to his sister with a smile.

The big flagship of Mitradati is a giant ship rowed by 1,500 oarists. In Adiana's eyes, its ceremonial value is far greater than its practical value, or directly, this ship has no use except wasting skilled sailors who should have been placed on the warship. Adiana gave it a nickname "Big Millstorm".

Adianna on the deck, seeing the acropolis gradually "retreated", remained silent.

After getting anchored in front of the semicircular dock of Yupengtikabien, he rushed into the Mitrada ladder of his son's palace, although his steps were a little lame, but he was in a very good mood. When he sat in a seat covered with gems, he gave a clear order: "Is Marca still waiting for my forgiveness outside the city?"

The servants bowed and said yes, your concubine had sent him a message before, and he had been begging for your magnanimity in fear.

"Poor fool." Mitradati knocked his finger and instructed Philip, who was standing under the steps, "Since your sister has told him about it, I will forgive him this time, the last time." Then Philip then took the order with a humble smile.

When he passed by Adiana, he saw the appeal in Adiana's eyes.

In a ruined village outside the city of Pontika Biang, Marca sat down under a broken tree blackened by fireworks with her eyebrows hanging down. There were only two mules left beside him, carrying a little salute. The slaves and guards had escaped, and no one wanted to follow him anymore. His nose was red, and he exclaimed two mists, and he raised his head. If the current Governor Bosphorus, if you don't look carefully, you will definitely be considered by ignorant people as a lowly herder. Without the brilliant golden crown, silk clothes, and scepter in your hands, who would still recognize your nobility? So sometimes, Marca couldn't figure out whether he was using these things or playing with them. Now it seems that the latter is more likely.

An ewe bleated, and the Governor looked in the voice. Yes, there was a companion in his team, the one who held the butt of the ewe, who kept holding the ewe. The deputy general of the 13th Roman Legion, Balbus Claudi, was now bearded. Since he had not done enough for several days, he saw the surviving ewe and wanted to come down to "humane" and asked me to wait for him under this tree.

"How do you feel?" Marca asked when he saw Claudi trembling all over, and kicked away the ewe who kept calling.

"It's okay, it's just that it's too hot." Claudius's good guy walked around his arms twice, hung the dagger with a strap around his waist, then pulled out the blade and walked towards the ewe.

When Marca knew that he was going to kill ewes to satisfy his hunger, he clapped his hands and stood up, saying, "Let it go, it reminds me of my mother."

"..." Claudi turned around, squeezed his eyes, and made an inexplicable relationship with Governor Bosphorus, "Are you crazy? Is this how Lingtang described it?"

"What does it matter? Didn't you Romans also grow up drinking wolf milk?" Marcha murmured at the wandering ewe, "I inherited my mother's appearance. You should understand now--the father was like you, just to vent his anger when he was in trouble, otherwise he would not have the body of an ordinary chief's ugly daughter. My mother could never compare with Adianna's mother Monime, or Stratonis, the father's favorite concubine. Even after I was born, she still lived in a wild countryside. My father never allowed her to set foot in the gorgeous palace. Until she died miserably, I was received from Sinop for education. But my father thought that my blood was half vulgar and dirty. Sometimes he called me a barbarian and made fun of me in front of his servants. Now, now, I have to beg for his forgiveness."

"I know, maybe you should have listened to the advice of the special envoy of the Karabis Legion." Claudi inserted the dagger back into the scabbard, "Okay, you're here to wait for pardon. But I won't go back with you."

"Why, this kingdom is over, when did you wander in the wilderness? Your advance team can't stand in the Acropolis for long. Besides, I heard that you have sold your intelligence to my father before."

Claudi turned on the horse and said, "A Roman will never be fooled twice. Besides, I will never surrender to Bendu. I can ask me to beg for mercy, but I cannot leave the city of Rome, where there are people I love deeply waiting."

Just as the two were about to say goodbye, Claudi suddenly saw that the village was surrounded by light cavalry with flags and bows and arrows on all sides. The ewe seemed to feel dangerous and ran towards the broken wall in the ruins, bleating.

"It seems that I'm going to beg for mercy again." Claudi smiled bitterly, flipped off his horse, raised his hand and untied the dagger and sword, and inserted it into the ground one by one, indicating that he had no intention of resisting. Several soldiers walked up and tied up the hands of the deputy general of the army with a rope. Marca slowly stood by the tree trunk, waiting for his father's order to pardon him.
Chapter completed!