Chapter 26 The Princess's Hatred (Part 2)
After a market day, among the clouds of ships moored in the Cimmerian Strait, a huge flagship slowly docked. Adiana, who was wearing a light cloak, stepped ashore with a slightly pale face, and several others had equally solemn expressions. The Pontus officers led the way until they reached a tent, where they stopped and stood on both sides of the door.
Under the candlelight in the tent, an arrogant Roman cavalryman with his chin raised stood beside the small table with his legs spread. On top of the small table was a wine jar, "Is there the head of a bison in it?" Adiana's voice sounded a little bit Trembling, he asked the cavalryman, who nodded, "How can you despicable soldiers be qualified to take off the head of the most valiant general in this empire?"
The cavalryman didn't answer anything, but took out an enamel gold pendant from his arms and threw it on the small table. "Someone returned it to you. He sent a message to you. Tucker Siler is a brave warrior. He died." Very heroic." Then he bowed to the princess and left.
At this time, Adiana's bare hands began to tremble, and she gently hooked up the pendant with her fingers. The pendant box circled with a ding-dong sound in front of her chestnut eyes, "It's Calabis... ....It's an amphorae..."
Agassiz, the king of Achaia, was drinking in another tent, with two exhausted naked female slaves sleeping next to him. His kingdom had become the "cow" of this damned abominable Pontus princess. All the money, wood, and money had been plundered, and I was provided with permanent military rights of passage and served as a dependent vassal state. I had to seize the opportunity to join the Romans in time in this hopeless war.
Agassiz was waiting for the opportunity. He did not dare to act rashly because there were armed Pontic warriors outside the tent. He had actually become a hostage for Adiana to threaten the kingdom of Agassiz. Damn it!
At this time, the curtain was suddenly opened by the petite princess. As soon as the two slave girls stood up and rubbed their groggy eyes, they screamed and were grabbed by Kong Wu's Pontic warriors by their hair and pulled naked to the princess's waist. In front of her, the princess's maroon eyes were like ice. "I hate you the most, I hate you the most, and I hate you **** female slaves the most. Drag them out and stone them to death." The expression on the face of the female slave who was facing death was Sluggishly, with a kind of calm desperation, she allowed the warriors to push her away, while the Ponto princess stood there without saying a word, as if she didn't see it.
Agassiz didn't know why, but he instinctively sensed Adiana's intention. A chill ran down his spine. He shrank into a corner, and then, with a faint hope, he said to Adiana: "I want to see you." Father."
The Princess of Pontus was still glaring at him with her ice-like maroon eyes, saying nothing and motionless.
"I want to see your father! Can't you hear me! You devilish wild cat has no right to take my life. I am the king of Colchis." Agassiz could no longer suppress the terror and hugged The head shouted.
The Pontic warriors rushed forward. They held Agassiz down, pinched his nose, poured molten gold into the king's throat, and then wrapped a cloth band around the twitching and whining king's throat. head to prevent him from making loud noises.
In the tent, in the turbulent shadows, Adiana walked out without saying anything. She had no other reason for executing Agassiz, but she was afraid that the Agaya tribe would follow the king's orders and defect in front of the battle. She Officials have been appointed to take over the large and small cities in the Kingdom of Colchis - the attack on Ponticabion is imminent, and she does not want her retreat, the narrow strait, to be at any risk because of this king with ulterior motives.
Outside, the clouds in the sky were stagnant and too thick to melt away. Maybe it would be another snowy day tomorrow. Adiana in the wind stroked her hair with her hands, looked at the solid acropolis standing in front of her, and then His fingers touched the enamel gold pendant hanging around his neck, his eyes softened for a moment, but he squeezed it tightly again, with great hatred, "Calabis, you actually dare to be my enemy!"
From the tower of Ponticabion, in the field on the outskirts of the city ahead, the main force of Calabis was lined up in neat formation, holding the eagle flag and escorting countless baggage back. Malcha, who learned the truth, looked at it with hesitation. Looking at the innocent and helpless Claudius next to him, he made a gesture to deal with it as soon as possible, and then walked down the tower accompanied by his entourage and eunuchs.
In the small palace of the Moon City, Claudius sat on an armchair shaking his legs. Calabis and a dozen centurions stood in front of him, "I have said everything that needs to be said, Governor of Bosporus." I still can't forgive you. Not only did you intercept his taxes and rob the city of Chersonese in disguise, but you also ignored his urgent call and ignored the safety of Ponticabion, allowing the Pontic army to successfully land. This... ....." After saying that, he made a very embarrassed gesture, indicating that Karabis would be punished severely.
However, he soon saw that no one in the entire hall responded to his order. The centurions looked at him with unfamiliar eyes. Everyone formed a half circle, not so much around him. It surrounded him, everyone's hands were pressed on the hilts of their swords, and there was a deathly silence.
Claudius coughed twice, twisted his fingers twice, and abruptly retracted the gesture just now, and continued to speak quickly, "This... this damn governor named Marca, what he said just now simply doesn't take the Legion's advance team, me and everyone else seriously. I have decided that our Thirteenth Legion will immediately take over all matters of the city defense and put the command of the Bosporus Army in our hands. You go and do it now, and I will report the details to the Legion Committee." After saying that, he yawned, quickly stood up, turned around and went to the bedroom on the side, his movements were extremely agile.
The bronze gate of Marca's palace was knocked open by brute force after three quarters of an hour, and then a group of murderous Roman centurions, with rows of soldiers, rushed in directly. In the colonnade and the antechamber, slaves and eunuchs were screaming and dodging everywhere in panic. When Marca's guardsman and his guards just walked to the steps of the antechamber, they were stabbed to the ground by Arminius with a leap. The rest of the guards immediately knelt down, threw down their swords, and trembled.
"Marca, Governor of Bosporus, I now declare that the advance team of the 13th Legion of Rome will requisition this palace and the command of your army. The situation is urgent during the war. Please forgive me." When Carabis shook his aching neck, pushed open the small door of the round bedroom, and walked in, he saw Marca with an embarrassed face, wearing a nightgown, and squatting in a corner with several concubines, being forced by the centurions with swords, so he "comforted" him like this. Then, the soldiers and slaves moved the army's drafting tables, sand tables, and armor brackets one by one.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, sir - this is General Claudius' order, and we are following his orders." Carabis stood in front of the drafting table, remembered something, turned around and explained to Malcha with an apologetic look. (To be continued.)