"Don't worry, if Utaris doesn't move, I will kick his ass with military shoes." Murila certainly understood that the centurion was a favorite player Lukulas valued, so she joked that there were kind laughs around her, and Utaris excitedly thanked the coach for his trust in him and his unit.

"Tonight, don't rest, you piglets! Everyone carried their baggage and luggage, and followed the wing." In the camp of the third wing, Hebrida's screams were like a wolf howl. All the soldiers were fully armed and gathered around him, while he was talking to the camp slaves, "Because this time I was going to walk on the mountain road, this is a very strong attack. From now on, you are also the fighters of the wing. Do not make noise or move around, otherwise I have the right to kill you directly halfway, and do not hear it--everyone brings his own nameplate. If you gain a lot, I promise to give you each piglet, twenty Drakhma afterwards, and the gift of sharing three bushels of wine."

There were more than fifty men and women in the camping slaves of the Third Regiment. Everyone was worried and excited when they heard the promise of Hebrida, but they had no choice at all. It would be great that they could get some rewards while being in danger.

"Carabis, Porti, Demethlius, then you must follow me and follow my command so that you can save your life." In the camp, "Carabis" asked Carabis and Porti to pack up their luggage, while paced and thought about it and ordered.

"I have to suggest you in advance that it would be better to change your graceful robe with a short shirt, otherwise you will kill you when you walk on the mountain road." Karabis mocked Adiana. What Demitrius said before was not a lie. The wound medicine prepared by this Jew was very effective. Now, whether it was Karabis or himself, his injuries have recovered 70% or 80%. Everyone put the blankets and medicine sacks in a roll, but Adiana was still unwilling to take off her robe. When passing by a soldier's tent, Adiana suddenly opened the curtain in the light and looked inside: Batitas was lying on the stretcher bed in the tent, his eyes were dull and motionless.

"Is he not dead yet?" Adiana asked coldly.

The uninformed Demeteris, because he was the person responsible for treating Batitas, answered casually: "He was condemned by God in the palace of Karabi, and a deep wound was cut off from the back of his neck. Although he was not dead, his soul had been cut down and he lost his normal mind."

"He is going to die, it's a relief, right?" Adianna raised her beautiful side face, and then she could no longer see her expression in the dark night.

Soon, in front of the camp, the third wing team formed the formation, including the camp slaves. Utaris held a cane and spoke generously, encouraging: "Brothers, this is a rare opportunity to win honor. Our 160 brothers in the third wing are going to be in front of the left wing ranger..." Karabis noticed that Hebrida next to Utaris was restless, looking impatient to be afraid that the prey would slip away, and Utaris would shut up early.

After Utaris waved his cane, the Third Regiment shouted in one go, lined up the column, held Songming, who was covered with olive oil, and led several Armenian prisoners as the leader, and set out in the first self-sponsored camp.

It was dawn. When the Third Regiment was advancing along the camp's military road, there were figures of auxiliary soldiers and slaves everywhere. They pushed the crossbows and stone-firing cannons to the frontier positions according to the orders. There were many hundred-man teams of the central troops in the attacking formation, ready to wait for the order.

"Rise the battalion flag of the brigade, and we are in the front." When Utaris climbed the mountain road, he said proudly to the flag-holder that the battalion flag could guide the subsequent rangers to move along the road they surveyed. Then all the people in the third wing, including Karabis, Adiana, Porti and Demetlius, were carrying baggage, along the winding mountain road, getting higher and higher, with frost flying in the sky, without any cover The ground was blocking the ground and passing through the collars of people, and the eyebrows and beards were dyed with a light frosty color. The Sofini River looked down: It was like a gray band, crossing the wilderness and the mountains, "confronting" the Roman camp and the Armenian camp. The bonfire was still dotted, but the sun wheel had already jumped out, mapping the slightly cold white light at a corner of the field and expanding rapidly.

"Click", a not too loud sound - or it was too far from Karabis, which gave him a not too loud sound - in the frontier positions of the Romans, a fire-like stone shells flew high, rolling in the air, with hissing flames, like meteors dragging their tails, fell into the Armenian camp, and the flames soared into the sky.

Next, the continuous "click" and "click" sounds, the Roman gunners received the order to shoot out all the stone bullets at once. As a result, Karabis on the mountain saw a spectacular scene: the shadow of the fire kept passing by his cheeks, the Romans had thirty or fifty crossbows, and the stone generators were sprayed, like the fireworks sprayed out from the mouths of countless monsters.

The Armenian camp was suddenly smashed and full of holes. The concerns of the staff conveyed by Nesa yesterday became a reality. The ten thousand infantrymen, because they witnessed Misaro's defeat in advance, had no courage to stick to their combat posts, but rushed to flee and led the team behind them. The entire Armenian army was trapped in a messy and congested situation under the sudden attack of the Roman stone cannon.

"Go forward!" The orders of the former centurion of Mianyan Luzhai shouted one by one. The flag-holding officer held the eagle flag and the camp flag, walked in front of each queue, and took the lead in passing through the floating bridge that the Roman auxiliary soldiers had built on the Sofini River, and launched a general attack. The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, shaking the sky.

"Stop being idle, go with me quickly." Hebrida arrived with the second Century Team: the camp slaves were sandwiched between the two Century Teams to prevent anyone from escaping. He said viciously to Karabis.

"The general attack has begun. Our left wing must speed up our pace and speed up our pace." The Roman soldiers who had already mastered their steps in daily training increased their speed accurately like mechanically. The footsteps on the mountain road began to stir up. "Idiot, I have told you to take off your long gown!" Karabis snatched the backpack from Adiana, who was panting and holding the "Kiton" robe, and scolded him so much that he was so angry that he was blushing. Adiana's face turned red with exhaustion, but she had to force herself to follow the team. The dagger in Hybrida's hand and his little temper were not a joke.

The mountains and forests were retreating rapidly. The left-wing ranger led by the Third Regiment was walking on the mountains on the right side of the Armenians. Their mission was to detour to the baggage position behind the enemy. The coach's camp was better, but as the altitude increased, the air became thinner and the road became rugged. Adiana's cumbersome robe finally made her unable to support her. She sat on the edge of the path at once. Porty hurriedly helped her up, "Bitch, don't touch my arm." Adiana actually gave Porty a mouth with her backhand.

Porti showed no anger, but said with his back: "Karabia, you must get up quickly!"
Chapter completed!