As a result, when he heard this position, Marcha was immediately excited, and he took Calabis's hand, believing that the status of this "legionary envoy" was equivalent to that of the emperor, and he was the highest authority of this team. He said to Calabis in Greek, without any subtlety: "I have plundered the whole kingdom, and every family that has an inheritance has given up one-twentieth of its property, with a minimum of fifty drachmas, and do not worry about your military resources and remuneration." As a matter of urgency, you must go to the Scythian Gorge and fend off the cavalry of the Bison Tak Schiller. ”

"You have to talk to our lieutenant general about this." Calabis politely made a gesture of helplessness.

"Your lieutenant!?" Then, following Calabis's fingers, Marcha saw Claudius jumping up the steps of the opposite palace step by step, and his inverted eyebrows almost drooped to his mouth.

On the toilet bowl of the Mosaic brick-clad toilet of the Marcha Palace, in fact, the so-called toilet is a row of seats with holes to defecate, with a string of waterways below, Claudius's two long legs, shaking comfortably, and the thunder and rain below, Marcha and a group of generals held back their temperament, stood in front of him, and repeated the question about Calabis just now.

"Your shallowness of tactics surprises me - well, well - since you know that you loot so much money, Weishenme does not build a wall in the part of the Isthmus of Scythia? Well, well—or two, how could this allow the cavalry of Pontus to break through! Claudius counted Marcha's as he earned the grains of reincarnation, and then there was another gust of rain, and he let out a long sigh. A court eunuch handed him a sponge. He pouted his ass and began to crunch and wipe it.

"Yes. My father's cavalry advanced so fast that it is said that they used good horses as their mounts, and horses with inferior horses for their baggage wagons, and when they crossed the gates, there were only my tax collectors and no soldiers in the villages. Marcha swallowed his breath and said to Claudius.

Claudius glanced at Calabis who was standing to the side and threw the sponge stick into the bunker in front of her. "Legion envoy, what do you think now?"

All eyes were on Calabis, and the legionary did not panic, and walked up to a general, removed his gilded baton, and then came to the bunker where the sponge stick was thrown, and rowed up, "This is the city of Ponticabion, and here is its acropolis, and there is a bay between the two cities. And the exit was blocked with iron cables, and there was an improvised bridge to connect it - as far as I could see. The Acropolis is more important than Ponticabion itself, and we need not be afraid of the Pontic cavalry from the Scythian Gorge, they will only scatter and loot, without equipment, and will not be able to pose a threat to your city, the Governor. On the other hand, the Acropolis that could hold the Cimmerian Strait on that side was not, because the main army of Pontus, with a great deal of money and baggage, would not attack us again around the entire Sea of Miotis (i.e., the Sea of Azov) like the cavalry—their shortcut was to cross the Cimmerian Strait. ”

After speaking, Calabis exchanged the gold-plated baton for Na Jiangzuo, who hurriedly waved his hand, indicating his refusal, and signaled that it would be given to you.

"Legion envoy, you mean that we just need to hold on to the Acropolis?"

"Yes, our four brigades, many of them are still recruits, and fighting defensive battles according to the Guarding City is the most suitable way for them." "As long as we push back the Pontus army that crosses the strait and arrives at the Acropolis," Karabis said with certainty, "they will have no way to retreat, and they will all be captured by us." ”

At this point, Calabis raised his baton again and made two hard cuts in the bunker, "I advocate that not only the Acropolis be defended, but also in front of the Acropolis, the narrow strip of land between it and the Cimmerian Strait, where the main Pontus army is most likely to land, dig two blockade trenches, plus a rampart - just as Crassus did with the Sword Slaves." ”

Just as Claudius was about to applaud, Marcha grimaced his disapproval: "There are only a few fallen quarries on this land, and all that remains is forests and rocks, and the essence of wealth, on the other side of Ponticabion, full of towns, farmsteads and workshops, and seaports, is now all exposed to the plunder of the cavalry of Taksile." I hope that my most respected allies will compromise - one brigade guarding the Acropolis to the east, and three brigades to cooperate with my army to drive Takschiller back to the Scythian Gorge! ”

After walking down the steps of the palace, Calabis followed behind Claudius, who was touching his bracers, and pursued the proposal: "Your Excellency, you should stick to my plan in front of Marcha, if you follow Marcha's method, we will fall for Mithridatian's scheme." But then he was suddenly startled, remembering that Claudius had secretly passed through Pontus before, and his heart was full of the feeling of playing drums: before rolling the dice, Appis, Milou, and Tagus actually stayed in Philippron, and waited until the end of the winter camp to arrive, and now the people in charge here are actually two people, Claudius, who are really "good teammates".

But Claudius' answer below made some sense: "Alright, Legion Envoy Calabis, don't complain. Our four brigades, almost 2,000 infantry, 200 cavalry, 3,000 slaves, 200 mules and horses, 30 oxen, 18 sets of ballistas, you have to calculate the daily consumption of grain, the treasury of the legion is still left in Philipplon, but the money has been withheld by the generals of all parties, we can only rely on the kingdom of Marcha to provide for us, shouldn't the guests do something to make the host happy at the banquet? ”

These words made Calabis lose his temper, and he could only stand on the steps and shout: "Then according to your opinion, who will guard the city, and who will sweep the Pontic cavalry?" Claudius raised her finger lightly and said, "I will hand over the command of the front to you, and I will now go and have some communication with the temple priestesses of the entire city." ”

"Damn!" Calabis looked at Claudius's back to the small temple, and knew what he was doing, and now he threw a mess at him, and couldn't help but scold, this pit you dug, Lao Tzu will bury people sooner or later, and the one who wants to be buried alive is you.

Two days later, the "Eagle Banner" of the Thirteenth Legion, which was actually a gilded bull banner symbolizing the incarnation of Jupiter, appeared at the gates of Ponticabion, and Calabis marched with three brigades of troops in various armors, in the direction of the Scythian Gorge.

It was Pop who remained to guard the Acropolis, and Calabis was reassuring of him, and as for Claudius, he preferred him to be clumped into a pile of meat in the small temple. (To be continued......)