On the snowy fields of Lekdania, Aspis dusted off the snow on his body like a reindeer that suddenly emerged, and slowly stood up. He felt that everything was fate. More than ten years ago, he was here, liberating the entire camp of slaves and resisting the army of Mitradati VI. Now, he is still here, but the enemy who pursued him was one of the slaves he liberated back then.

The entire team is on the verge of collapse, and military discipline, goals and supplies are all lost. Even Apis, who had been fighting in Xiaoya for many years, did not encounter such a severe winter as this year. Although from the calendar, it is approaching the season of spring plowing, and snow rain is everywhere. The rivers are crisscrossing. The soldiers are stuffed with leather strips, linen flax and wheat straw in their military shoes. But when they step on, the mud will swell up. After walking a few steps, the entire foot will be as huge as a "small island". If a gust of cold wind passes by, the soldiers will often freeze immediately below the calves, and then frostbite and gangrene will follow one after another.

This is true for people and pack horses. They were all trapped in this endless snowy land, and the dry food they carried with them had been exhausted. In order to satisfy their hunger, the team began to kill mules and horses carrying baggage and goats that accompanied the army. At first, Scipio strictly stopped this behavior. However, a few days later, the entire army reached the brink of mutiny and riots, and Scipio, who was afraid, had to abide by it. Then, seeing that he could not walk out, he could only deceive himself and ordered the establishment of a winter camp, a winter camp with only closed camp days but no camp days.

The soldiers of the two legions could not find fresh hay, so they could only pull out some thorns and dead branches from the thick snow and covered the camp tent. They tried their best to dig deeper the foundation of the camp to reduce the damage of the blizzard. The corpses of pack horses that were frozen to death were covered with frozen to death. Scipio's previous most important salary, various coins, oil tanks and other goods were thrown everywhere. When the soldiers on the verge of death saw it, they were not interested in picking up them again.

In the early morning, the survivors crawled out of the camp where they lived with a blue face. Then no smoke came out of the entire camp. All the survivors began to gather and looked at each other speechlessly. When some tents sealed by snow and no living creatures crawled out, they opened a corner of the curtain and saw that there were stiff and terrifying corpses lying in it. They all sighed. Cut down the tent brackets so that all the curtains would collapse. They covered the dead bodies, and the fire in the brazier would erect. Soon the black smoke and flames emerged from all over the place, burning wildly, burning the tents and corpses together to form a ready-made "cremation pile".

Is there any more and more firelight shining in the eyes of Aspis? He sat dejectedly in the corner of the tent, a place to shelter from the wind. There were dozens of objects that were hard to call living people sitting and lying on the open ground more than a dozen Roman rulers away, because their faces and bodies were covered by snow, which was really hard to judge.

As for Scipio, it is difficult for Apis to find out where he is, because I wonder if the Supreme Commander is still in this camp, if he has frozen to death, or if he has quietly escaped?

Because the entire army's organization no longer exists, Apis only knew that in front of the winter camp, the towering and towering mountain was called Asimanus, but there was still a very long way to Silesia.

Not long after, the living people around him made a slight commotion. Apis looked up and saw that on a snow-covered hillside outside the camp, several cavalrymen holding negotiation flags stood...

Apis was still a little surprised. Caesar's cavalry commander, the military slave Libidaus who was released by him during the Mitradati War, could still remember his name and resume clearly. However, after thinking about it carefully, it seemed normal. "That was an extremely smart and determined young man. He had become a slave before, probably because of the accident of the tragic fate of the war. He would sooner or later rise in this world." As he thought so, Apis took the letter submitted to him by Libida.

In the letter, Li Bida said, "I have never forgotten your kindness to me more than ten years ago. In a sense, I should be your Crien's guest, because my freedom was obtained again with your assistance, and we have fought side by side. But I didn't expect that the turning point of fate was so ups and downs, but I believe that this should not be the reason for you to refuse my last help - so, please give up the unnecessary sacrifice with the team you command in this snowy field with only despair and death. Caesar needs you, and the Republic also needs you. His Excellency Caesar initiated this war, just because of suffering

Pompeii's unreasonable jealousy and slander, and it is impossible to distinguish. To this day, does the reversal of the entire war prove where justice stands? Marclus, Maximus, Casio and Brutu, who had awakened before, all of them were entrusted with new responsibilities. Caesar had never killed a single soldier who surrendered, and gave them fair and reasonable treatment. Caesar did not destroy the republic, even if there was a slight idea or behavior, everything he did was to rebuild this great country that was trapped in chronic diseases and internal strife."

But Apis, who was so cold, walked to a fire without reading all the contents, burned the letters, and stretched his numb fingers in front of the fire. Then he turned around and said to the cavalry waiting for a reply, "I'm sorry, I'm not the supreme commander of this team, and I can't act like disobeying and favoring myself, but please go back and tell your generals that if the negotiations are fruitless, it's a bloody war, I'm not the kind of person who ignores the lives of ordinary soldiers, or ask your general to suspend the offensive, and I will handle all of this in front of me."

After receiving such a reply, the cavalry turned around and crossed the long snow-covered street. About half a day later, they saw the cavalry commander holding a gilded baton and surrounded by entourages and guards.

Behind Li Bida were no less than three thousand elite cavalrymen. They were setting up their formation. They came from a long journey and chased them all at the foot of Mount Asimanus, wanting to destroy all the winter camp teams of Scipio. Therefore, they had already sharpened their swords and were waiting for the cavalry commander to issue the general attack order.
Chapter completed!