"A long-distance traveler, please stay in your footsteps for the time being and see the past of a Roman who once lived in this world." - An epitaph of an ancient Roman

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This was the reconnaissance team of the Third Regiment. They accepted the orders of Aspis, walked out of the camp and wade through the frozen rivers. Because the Bendu army had slowly left since the battle that day, but the cautious Apis was still afraid that Mitrada would use the same strategy to deal with him, so it was not until four or five days later that the reconnaissance team led by Hebrida was sent to find out.

The whole scene was as Hebrida said. The soldiers of Bendu went to the camp in the air, and the entire wilderness and hills were covered under the snow. On the battlefield they once saw many corpses. Most of the abandoned corpses were officers and soldiers killed in the battle of the Eighth Legions of Rome, which made everyone present feel pain and uneasy, because most of the armor, clothes and jewelry on these corpses were stripped naked by Bendu soldiers as trophys. Everyone would do what the Romans would do to the losers.

As a result, thousands of naked corpses were blown to the blue and terrifyingly in the storm of the previous few days, frozen to the extreme stiffness, maintaining various postures before the death, either lying, sitting, or curling their limbs. Karabis frowned and slowly walked to somewhere, where the corpses were the densest, densely adjacent, as if guarding the corpse in the middle.

"Poor Sonagus, even if he is as noble as he is good at fighting, he will inevitably be called by the underworld." Arminius sighed when he saw this, "It's useless. The Eighth Legion's Eighth Legion's eagle flag was taken away, and the honor of this Legion is over."

Everyone stood quietly in front of Sonajius's body and observed a moment of silence. Then Karabis turned around and took a kick, but was shocked. His feet clearly stepped on something that could move. He was so scared that he subconsciously took two steps back and drew out the dagger. Even if he couldn't use this thing, it was still possible to use it to boost his courage.

The "thing" turned over slightly and shook off the snow covering it. It turned out to be a man holding a leather blanket, staring at the hedgehog-like eyes, and just now hiding under the snow, which was extremely strange.

The rest of the people also drew out their swords. The man carried the blanket and said a few words in a whisper, and then Karabis shouted in surprise: "It's you, Timothy!"

This is exactly the one who hired by Mitradati, the one who almost performed castration surgery on Karabis. Timoxiu explained to Karabis angrily why he was here. It turned out that this man was free from wind and snow. When the army in Bendu was fighting and driving, he had been worshiping the deer gods and fish gods who had been worshipping them in the Scythians. He could actually walk through a corpse-filled area in the blizzard and come to the river to worship the fish gods. As a result, the Bendu army quickly left, threw down the empty camp, and forgot that he was still there. He was around and could not find the team. Fortunately, he was a Scythian, and was born with the wind and snow on the grassland, so he dug a pit down and put a blanket on it. He persisted so much, but he was not frozen to death. Before Karabis stepped on it, he saw Xue Qing, and was about to leave and continued to run away.

"Since that's the case, I'll send him to see his fish god." Hebrida picked up the sword quickly and quickly, pressed Timoxiu's neck.

Karabis stopped him, "You are crazy, do you know that he is the royal doctor of Mitradati. How about it? You know, he is at least worth 20,000 Ses rebates in Rome." Hebrida looked at Karabis for a while and felt that what he said was true, so she put away her sword, "Maybe in the future, he can give a fish temple in Rome."

At this time, Timothus asked Karabis aloud what would happen to him.

"I can only say that you have temporarily become a prisoner of the Roman army." Karabis said, and then Timothushu ran to the pit where he was hiding, and actually took out a skeleton with rosy remaining bodies from it! Everyone looked at the skeleton with some dry hair on the top of the skeleton, "Let's go." Timothushu finished speaking, carrying the skeleton affectionately on his shoulders and strided in front of everyone, as if it was not the Romans who captured him, but the Romans who captured him.

A group of people lined up in a single line, walking crookedly on the snow that was almost knee-less. As a result, when a few furlong distances were away from the camp, there were sounds of horse hooves and shouts. Four cavalrymen holding grape scepters rushed towards the camp of Aspis. Hebrida hurriedly asked everyone to avoid the side and salute.

"This is the messenger of Tuna Lukulas, they are finally here." After putting down his hand, Hebrida spat out a mouthful of white mist and said.

Sure enough, after a while, Lukulas did lead the Seventh and Eleventh Legion to the snow, and all the soldiers and centurions were in a bad state. They looked dark and had heavy equipment on their backs and staggered. There were very few mules and horses in the queue. Afterwards, Karabis heard that many of them were frozen to death in the mountains of Armenia, including Karabis' old friend "owls", especially when the officers and soldiers saw the dead bodies in the distant fields, their morale fell to freezing point. They knew in advance that the Eighth Legion had suffered severe damage, but they did not see the scene that they saw could be so miserable.

Lukulas fought against Xiaoya for several years, and he relied on these three main legions to come and go. This time he lost one-third of it. It's really a pity.

"It's him, this shameless villain." Seeing that Claudi actually appeared in the front cavalry again, Hebrida and the remaining subordinates of the Third Regiment shouted angrily, "Bablius Marcuse Claudi! Rebel traitor!"

Claudi was very panicked when he heard this voice. He didn't expect that someone in the Third Regiment would survive. So he hurriedly covered his handsome face with his cloak, regardless of where the sound came from.

After lunch, Lukuras ordered that all the soldiers gather in the open area in front of the camp, and a total of 12,000 people braved the extreme cold to form a huge hollow square formation. Karabis also squeezed into the position of the Third Regiment, because he is now a free citizen, and in theory he could raise his sword and fight for the legion on the front line.

Just now, Apis had handed over the documents to Lukulas according to the procedures. The other party did not blame Apis for his self-determination, but instead said in a grateful tone: "Thanks Apis for your on-the-moment treatment. You saved the entire Rikdania and Silesia."

But Apis replied heavily: "Mitradati turned north, and he annihilated the main force of the Eighth Legion, from officers to soldiers, four thousand Roman outstanding soldiers, fifty centurions, twenty-four generals, civil guards, and your deputy general Sonagios, all died on the snowfield ahead - this also means that now that Mitradati crosses Cappadocia, the entire seashore of the capital will no longer have Roman troops that can stop him."

Hearing this, Lukulas also had an expression of rest. He pressed his hand on the table, slowly lowering his eyebrows, and then suddenly opened his eyes like a fire: "Where is Terry Ali!"

"He has been hiding well because he is afraid of the revenge of the survivors of the Eighth Legion."

"Then you give the order to assemble all the soldiers, now!" This is Lukulas' order.
Chapter completed!