The one who spoke was Mitradati. He cleverly hid his identity and even shaved his proud thick beard. Tucker Schiller looked around: the square array guns next to him were like reed rows, and the soldiers holding guns were closely adjacent, all wearing "Macedonian helmets" with curved tops, holding small round shields and light armor. At the front of the square array, the heavy armor guards, and the red feather helmet was indeed King Charnus of Codini, with a gloomy face.

"Yes, as you can see, my Majesty." Tucker Schiller lowered his voice.

"It seems that our Charnus looks unhappy."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I heard that he escaped at the last time. It seems that he is unwilling to go crazy with your son-in-law and want to get rid of his vassal status."

Hehe, talk to him—he has an elite civilian, and his wife has just died—can anyone tell him that I would send my bright and charming little daughter Adiana into his inner room?”

"As you wish, I will send someone to negotiate immediately." Tucker Schiller agreed immediately.

"By the way, Tucker Schiller, my arms, after you go to warn Tegranis."

"Did he take the initiative to attack the Romans?"

"No, on the contrary, you must keep admonishing him to avoid the Romans' sharpness." Mitradati said cunningly.

Sure enough, when the extremely large Armenian army left Tgraceta, Tucsil persuaded Tgranis three times a day, suggesting that he should learn from the lessons of his previous defeat and not fight against the Romans. It is best to adopt a cautious confrontation tactic and wait for the Romans to retreat, so that they can win without a fight.

"Tuck Schiller, some people praise you as a bull in the wilderness of Bendu. I didn't expect you to be such a timid rat. What I need is the glory of defeating the Romans with dignity." Sometimes, Tegranis said to Tuck Schiller so angrily that his ambition to fight the Romans became stronger and stronger.

The Armenian prince Tegray became more and more worried when he went out to fight with him.

The troops of more than 200,000 people were vast and extremely bloated. In addition, they were from different ethnic groups, which led to the entire march like an armed parade. The kings and chiefs sometimes had banquets and quarreled. Tegranis could not dispatch them, so they walked and stopped and moved at the speed of fifty to one hundred centuries a day. The days recorded by Tegranis were clear, on a night when the new moon was like a hook in the early December, a panting scout held up a hundred thousand urgent intelligence and told him and Little Tegray:

"My king, a large Roman army, has advanced to the city of Tegrasetta and started to attack the city!"

"How is it possible!" Tegranis was shocked and angry. He had just set out from the city's leadership a few days ago to find the main force of Rome. As a result, the Roman legion was in a vague way and actually passed through the gap of his army and inserted into Tegraceta. "Will the information be wrong? Is it my Allied Army following behind?"

The scout took a sip of water and bluntly rejected the fantasy of the King of Kings. "It was the Romans, whose soldiers were all wearing dark red cloaks, brass helmets, and the battalion flags in the hands of the flag officers who were wearing wolf or bearskin cloaks, indicating that they were all the eleventh legion under Lukulas."

This is the eleventh "Eight Eel" Legion. After leaving Sofini, they were marching silently and quickly. Six thousand people walked like lightning in the clouds, and actually penetrated through the huge camp of Tegranis and drove directly under the city of Tegraceta, without anyone knowing it!

Tegranis sat on the throne with a cold sweat, and the chiefs below were still shouting and drinking. The little Tegray next to him said: "Father, you must return quickly and fight the Romans at Tegraceta!"

Tucker Schiller's eyes rolled and said, "No, I suggest you divide your troops into two groups. I can quickly return with His Royal Highness the Prince and lead all the cavalry to fight the Romans under the city; and my king, you lead all the infantry and stick to this place in case there are other Romans." This was the wisest suggestion, but Tucker Schiller knew the temperament of this stubborn king of kings, and remembered Mitradati's advice, so he intended to say so.

"No!" Tegranis indeed waved his hand hard, "According to the prince's words, I will attack Tgraceta's defenders on both sides and completely annihilate the 11th Legion. I heard that Lukulas only has three legions, and only two of them were involved in the battle this time, destroying half of his strength at once, and I am not afraid that he will not surrender."

Tucker Schiller stood up, put his hand on his chest, and bowed like Tegranis: "So, my king is wise, he is too humble - then, let me lead the army of Bendu and stay here, and stop the other Romans for you, for you."

When the sun rose on the second day, the Armenian military camp stretching out in three hundred Stadia was in a mess. Tegranis sat on a pure gold chariot, rushing at lightning. The sound of horse hooves of five thousand Armenian guards covered in iron armor and leather stirred up a gray hurricane and ran towards Tegraceta along the road of the camp.

"The front team turns into the back team, and the whole army returns to Tegraceta and fights the Romans in a decisive battle!" This order caused greater chaos in the huge team, "What's going on? How could the Romans appear in Tegraceta?" Many chiefs and kings did not believe that this was true. Until a group of people actually followed the "King of Kings" and the rest of the men spontaneously followed, but the army behind them who were unaware of the situation came. Many people were crowded on the road and squeezed together. Tanks, mules, horses, slaves and soldiers were like headless flies, from one end of the camp to the other end, shouting, scolding, moving forward or back aimlessly. Everyone was exhausted, but they didn't know what they were doing.

"My poor son-in-law..." In front of a dwarf pine forest, Tucker Schiller was here, watching the noisy and huge farce below. The king of Pentus, Mitrada, was quietly repeated after he was wearing a black cloak from head to toe.

After a long time, Mitradati spoke: "Taksil, we have to go in the opposite direction. The target is our old land, the land of the ocean, the capital. There will be no Romans here. I mean, I hope there will be no Romans coming--my poor son-in-law." After that, Mitradati chuckled, and the divine horse under his crotch hissed, carrying his master and quickly left.

After nightfall, eight thousand Bendu troops, who were supposed to stay in the camp and block the Romans' successors, all left according to the prior arrangement of Mitradati. Tegranis' campsite did not even leave a chicken feather. Three quarters of an hour later, Lukulas led the Seventh Army to cross the Euphrates River in the dry period and arrived here. When the patrol told the coach Lukulas that the camp ahead was empty, the long-standing man did not believe his ears: "Teggranis is such a clumsy and domineering clown. It may be my shame, not my glory, I have worked so hard to deal with this person."

Next, Lukulas gave the order in a calm tone to Karabis and Kelly, the slaves behind the horse, and said, "Let the trumpeter blow the order of a marching force. Each hundred-man team is separated by a furon (two hundred meters) to maintain the state of rushing the enemy, and the target - Tegrasetta. I will collect my victory there, as easy as harvesting the wheat from my manor."

"I am very interested to see how you defeated the huge army of the King of Kings with these people. This may be just your big words. In my opinion, it is a miracle that you can rescue the 11th Legion, which is alone," Adianna's tone was harsh in the carriage next to Lukulas.

She had just passed by her father by three quarters of an hour.

But Lukulas replied gracefully: "The Queen's viewing will be my greatest honor."

The sound of ticking sounds sounded in the cold night,

"I only believe in the Legion, I only believe in the Legion.

Only believe in Bucks, only believe in Bucks.

We fight for our fathers (elders), kill the enemy men, rape the fat and tender women, and rob them of all their wines. These are the sense of honor that our fathers teach us..."
Chapter completed!