Anthony, who was standing in the middle, comfortably digged the sand in his nostrils with his fingers. When he fell the annoying sand just now, he almost squeezed into the back of his head. He said to Sabo next to him in a vague voice, "The distance to Perusim has been confirmed, so I won't work on surveying the terrain of the fortress."

"Ha?" Sabokemus ignored the other party's intentions. Could it be that the storm officer wanted to retreat halfway? This is not possible, because the commander-in-chief's task is not only to pull out the enemy's guard camp, but also to draw a more important responsibility of drawing a topographic map of the Perusim Fortress. Li Bida values ​​this thing the most.

Anthony pressed a single nostril with his fingers, and some sand was sprayed out of the other nostrils. Then he took out the rope, held the hands of an Egyptian officer, and drank a few sips of his water bag. Then he stepped onto the mount and said to Dussenvier, "We will divide our troops immediately, four hundred cavalry will return to you, and I will take one hundred cavalry to the deeper inland direction."

"This does not fall into the scope of the commander-in-chief's mission. The ruling officer, I do not accompany you to explore this in my voluntary list." Sabo said in anger, blocking Anthony's horse's head.

"This is not an adventure, because the whole army's key to the Temple of Victory, but on me, I am the vanguard. According to the statement when Libidaus gave me the flag, I have this obligation to serve the victory of the entire army, rather than sticking to a certain order - to siege Perusim on the front, I have determined that it is a dead end, and I must find another way. It's too late, so this guy gets out of here!" Anthony took the dagger back into the sheath, pulled off the reins, and let himself and the horse rub against Sabo's shoulders and go around. He was unwilling to say anything to the other party.

Sabo was about to get up to stop him again, and Anthony laughed. He ran away and pulled the unlucky Egyptian officer, which made Sabo almost turn on the sand. Then he gritted his teeth and said to the other draftsmen beside him, "You follow General Dussenvier. Go to Perusim to draw the map as soon as possible, and I will follow the vanguard." Then he stepped on the horse and followed Anthony.

He walked along the side in a daze. The scenery did not change at all, and the endless sand, wind and sunshine were still a little impatient. He asked the translator to tell the Egyptian officer if he knew Greek. Although the officer was carrying Nubian mercenaries, his face still looked like a Macedonian. However, when facing the questions of the vanguard, he shook his head. It meant that he could not speak Greek.

"Then tell me the Egyptian dialect." Anthony turned around and laughed.

The officer did not know Egyptian dialect, so he continued to shake his head as he walked. Anthony's face darkened, and he drew out his short sword. The other party screamed, and a large piece of flesh was peeled off his shoulder and blood dripped on the sand. Suddenly, a stream of heat with a fishy smell came out. Anthony made a gesture to continue chopping. The officer shouted no in Greek, but was then twisted by the soldiers next to him, "You can speak Greek now? You must answer some questions immediately, otherwise I will not only cut you into a wound, but also scatter the hot sand between your wounds, so that you can feel at ease to become a shriveled stick in the desert with some of your pharaohs."

The officer was in pain and nodded nonstop.

"I need a place to have water. Is there any ahead?" Anthony pointed his sword at the distant horizon.

The officer hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, and Anthony then cut off a piece of meat from his cheek, the other party howled and nodded quickly.

Now Anthony smiled proudly at Sabo, who was helpless.

After struggling to move forward for about thirty Romans, the sky was full of red clouds, the sun was no longer so vicious, and it began to sink. They finally arrived at the so-called place with water. Sabo saw it clearly. This was a swamp with scorching smoke, which was integrated with the sand in the outside world. It was full of black mud with rotten foam and dirty water that could not be drunk. It was occasionally dotted with some decaying roots.

"What is this place called? We can't get over this huge swamp." Sabo rode on his horse, not sure whether he was asking the captured officer or questioning Anthony's stupid behavior.

But Anthony continued to walk along the swamp deeper with great interest. At this moment, the soldiers behind him were filled with fear, because the plague-like aura emitted by the swamp in the desert would cause the travelers and troops passing through this place to suffer. All soldiers believed that if people inhaled this gas, they would get sick.

"This is called the nostrils of the evil god Taifeng. All the terrible mist appears. If the person inhales it, he will fall to the ground. He is either seriously ill or dies." Although the officer's face was covered in blood, he still introduced the place with a threatening tone.

The implication is that, don’t want to find a roundabout way from here, and give up and go back to me!

"Which is talking about nostrils?" Anthony immediately dug up his nostrils again after hearing this, and then said to Sabo, "How many nostrils do man have like God?"

"Dear Strike Officer, if this is your investigation of my wisdom and common sense, I can answer you responsibly. I have seen many human-shaped statues, all of which have two nostrils." Then Sabo held the box and his eyes suddenly appeared. Before Anthony said anything, he took out a short sword and compared it in front of the officer, "Say, where is the other nostril of the evil god Taifeng?"

This is a very simple logical question. Since it is called Taifeng's nostrils, there must be two swamps. Since there are two swamps, there must be a road in the middle.

The officer could only sigh and continued to be pulled by Anthony on his horse, walking hard towards the front.

"The black swamp just now was called Sebonia, and the one on this side was called Akrigma. These are the two nostrils you mentioned, and in the middle-" The officer covered his face and pointed to the bridge-like passage between the two swamps. "You can go around the back of Perusim, but I don't know whether there is a garrison."

Very good! Anthony turned over and got off the horse, and went to the Akriegma swamp to see it, and found that it was completely different from the Seponia next to it. It actually had clear water. I scooped it up and tasted it with a water bag. It was a bit astringent, but it should be for people to drink. Horses are not good. In terms of water quality, horses are even more delicate than people.

"I heard that you can reach the Ponte Sea (Red Sea) further down here. Documents record that ancient pharaohs once sent a fleet to Ponte to find gold, silver and copper mines. So these two swamps should be the residue of the Red Sea River. Akrigma is closer, so there is also clear water." Sabo half-squatted and explained to Anthony, "This road is indeed the key to seizing Perusim!"
Chapter completed!