Li Bida was not very interested in the scene depicted by Anthony, but easily asked Sabo to draw up a battle plan, and then let the chief lieutenant General Petronius take command, "The Hormahi army on the opposite side has lost its prestige, they have not only betrayed the pharaoh, but also betrayed and abandoned their current master, and there is no need to exist in the world. Sabo, hand over the command to the adjutant general, the plan is very simple, anyway, there are about a thousand people left on the other side, so let's read and practice in the barracks for three days, so that Archillus will not have more than five hundred troops left by then - first bombarded with cavalry cannons, and then Antony and Dusonvier led the attached cavalry to crush them along the gap, pay attention to capture the pseudo-pharaoh and his wife, as much as possible. Although the piper did not want to see them alive. ”

I, on the other hand, am here planning what will happen to the city of Alexandria, which is now obviously more important than how to win against Holmahi, who is now almost the same as a dead dog.

"Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief, I have something to say." Anthony said this coldly, and then he made an even more non-trivial request, "I think that in the final battle of the horse, you must fight in person. ”

Li Bida looked at the other party, couldn't help laughing, and asked Anthony why he said this.

"Because the other party is the pharaoh of Ptolemy, and like me, he is a descendant of the royal family of heroes, and I am not like the ordinary Romans, who are equal and republican, and the blood of the descendants of heroes is noble, and it is by no means comparable to the peasant family like Cato the Younger. Therefore, once the descendants of heroes become enemies, we must do our best, even if the opponent's strength is very weak. That's how you can show some kind of respect. "This guy is still vibrating.

"Marco. You will take advantage of this war. Accumulation of prestige capital in the city of Rome. Li Bida had something to say, but he thought about it, and he didn't want to say it so directly, so he temporarily agreed to Anthony's request, "Forget it, I also need this thing, then I will personally command the troops and fight against Arcilaus." ”

Then. Arp took Theotusus into the tent, and the other party was shocked, and when he saw the commander-in-chief, he panicked, and said What is it, I am in the camp by the sea, and it seems that I have seen the figure of Cassillo, "Since you have seen it, then try not to communicate next time, and lurk around Pharaoh, that guy is not a good stubble." Then Theotusus nodded hurriedly, so that I was now covered with this outfit. Coupled with the new temperament honed, even the shrewd Cassiyo could not be recognized. Oh, and there's business! He took out the papyrus, which was the piper's own letter, which Li Bida opened and read, and on it was written a new request from Pharaoh: Let me come to the camp myself and nominally command you to defeat the rebels.

"Huh?" What does this mean, does even the piper want this kind of fame?

At this time, Theotusus looked around, took out a roll of papyrus, and said in a low voice, "This is what Pharaoh's daughter has secretly commissioned to give you."

Cleopatra's secret letter also had only one line on it: Please fight my sister as soon as possible, and don't wait for my father to come.

He put the papyrus together neatly, burned it in the flames under the glass cover, coughed twice, and said to the generals, "Pharaoh has an edict that we must obey, and our army will attack at the second quarter of tomorrow morning." Antony and Dusonville, commanding the subordinate cavalry on the right flank; Sabo and Tagus, commanding the cavalry artillery and archery brigades on the left flank; Alp and Serha led the newly formed corps and were responsible for the frontal attack, and I myself led the rest of the infantry brigade to suppress the formation. Everyone, start preparing now and without delay. ”

That night, when it rained and the muddy Nile turned a depressing dark yellow in the twilight, Archillaus's tent was still a light chariot inlaid with gold and silver, a symbol of the pharaoh's military power, although he would not fight on this thing at all, "When will the Romans attack?" On the couch, Benenici resumed the loose nightgown worn by the Macedonian woman, and asked with some mournful caressing of her husband's bare chest.

"You should ask me when I will attack the Romans, for perhaps in three days I will turn my back on the grooms and shield-bearers." Arcilaus's words were not without sadness.

"Then tomorrow, may we still be husband and wife in the next life, although it is only half a year, but my body will always be the temple of your love." Beneniciki said softly, as if with a great deal of determination.

"Your religious outlook is really the same as that of the Egyptians." Neither the Greeks nor the Persians attached as much importance to the notion of Hades or the afterlife as Egyptians did to Archelaus, and he kept hearing the rain on the top of the splendid tent and the clutter of boots on the muddy ground outside—more soldiers fleeing by night.

The next day, when the thick fog formed by the raindrops had cleared a little, Archillus, who had come out of the tent of the commander, looked at the bleak scene in the camp with a frown, and continued to stay with him, and the number of men assembled by the trumpet, no more than three hundred, laughed bleakly, and then looked through the fog to the other side of the river, where the golden flags of sheep's heads and calves were shadowed, and the sound of drums and footsteps in unison—it seemed that the Romans were ready to fight without waiting for him to take the initiative.

"Leave here, this is a hopeless decisive battle, just to die for the honor of the last, in that case, let me be the first to enjoy this treatment." In the tent, Benenici's eyes were slightly red and swollen, his hair was scattered, and he slowly walked out barefoot, and shouted these words to Arcilaus in a heart-rending voice.

"Poof", Archillus quickly turned around and plunged his short sword into his wife's chest, and then he bared his teeth and shed tears, and held Benenici's shoulder, and the other party also held his arm, and his eyes were half of the blur of blood loss, usually the brilliance of death flying, "Cut off my head and bury it, so that no one but you will know it, and then you will find me in that world." ”

"Yes, yes." Archelaus muttered, and then jerked forward, Benenicki grew his mouth, his head hung over his shoulder, took two long breaths, and then breathed no more, and then slowly followed the crook of his arm, and his body slipped down to one side, dead.

On the other side of the river, the fleet shared by Cassiio and Libida had already landed in the rain, and Antony, who was on horseback, sneezed, and then suddenly said to Dussonville, who was holding the flag behind him, "When our subordinate cavalry brigade crosses to the opposite side, how about immediately ignoring the rest of the brigade and taking the lead in attacking the enemy camp?" (To be continued......)