Augustus Road

Anthony, who was standing in the middle, was happily digging the sand in his nostrils with his fingers. The annoying sand almost squeezed into the back of his head when he dropped it, so he said to Sabo next to him in a vague voice, " The distance to Perusium has been confirmed, so I won’t bother surveying the terrain of the fortress.”

"Huh?" Sabokaimus didn't pay much attention to the other party's intention. Could it be that the forward selector wanted to retreat midway? This is not possible, because the commander-in-chief's task is not only to pull out the enemy's warning camp, but also to draw the topographic map of Perusim Fortress, which is a more important responsibility. Lepidus values ​​this the most.

Anthony pressed one nostril with his finger, and the other nostril immediately sprayed out some sand. Then he took out the rope, held the hands of the Egyptian officer, and gave the other man a few sips of his own water bag. Then he got on his mount and said to Du Songwei. Ye said, "We will divide our troops immediately. Four hundred cavalry will be yours, and I will take a hundred cavalry to go deeper inland."

"This does not fall within the scope of the Commander-in-Chief's mission. Your Excellency, Selector, my mission list does not include accompanying you on your adventure." Sabo angrily stopped in front of Anthony's horse and said.

"This is not an adventure, because the key to the victory temple for the entire army is on my body. I am the selector. According to what Lepidus said when he awarded me the flag, I have the ability to serve the victory of the entire army. Obligation, rather than being bound by an order - I have decided that the frontal siege of Perusim is a dead end. I must find another way. It is too late. This little brother gets out of the way!" Anthony put the dagger back into its sheath! Here, he pulled the reins and let himself and the horse pass by Sabo's shoulders. He didn't want to say anything more to the other party.

Sabo got up to stop him again, but Anthony laughed and started running, dragging the unlucky Egyptian officer with him, causing Sabo to almost fall to the sand. Then he gritted his teeth and said to the other draftsmen next to him, "Follow Dusonvi." General Ye, go to Perusium and draw the map as soon as possible. I will follow the selector." Then he got on the horse and followed Anthony.

After walking in a trance along the side for more than ten Roman miles, the scenery did not change at all. It was still endless sand, wind and sunshine. Anthony was a little impatient, so he asked the interpreter to speak to the Egyptian officer and asked him if he knew anything about Greece. Although the officer was accompanied by Nubian mercenaries, his face still looked like a Macedonian. However, when faced with the selector's question, he shook his head, meaning that he did not know Greek.

"Then tell me something in Egyptian dialect." Anthony turned around and laughed.

The officer didn't know Egyptian dialect, so he continued to shake his head as he walked. Anthony's face darkened, and he pulled out his dagger. The other man screamed, and a large piece of flesh was cut off from his shoulder. Blood dripped on the sand, and a fishy smell suddenly emerged. With the heat of the air, Anthony tried to continue chopping. The officer shouted loudly in Greek, but was immediately restrained by the soldier next to him, "Can you speak Greek now? You must answer some questions soon, otherwise I will not only be able to He will cut you all over and sprinkle hot sand on your wounds, so that you can become a dry stick in the desert with your pharaoh."

The officer felt pain and kept nodding.

"I need a place with water. Is there one ahead?" Anthony pointed at the distant horizon with his sword.

The officer hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, and Anthony immediately chopped off a piece of flesh on his cheek. The other officer howled and nodded hurriedly.

Now Anthony smiled proudly at Sabo, who looked helpless.

After walking hard for another thirty Roman miles, the sky was filled with red clouds and the sun was no longer so fierce and began to sink. They finally came to the so-called place with water. Sabo could see clearly that this was a film. The large swamp, which was emitting hot smoke, was integrated with the sand of the outside world. It was filled with black sludge with rotten foam and filthy water that was completely undrinkable. It was occasionally dotted with some rotten tree roots.

"What's the name of this place? We can't cross this huge swamp at all." Sabo was riding a horse. He didn't know whether he was asking the captured officer or questioning Anthony's stupid behavior.

But Anthony continued to walk deeper along the swamp with great interest. At this time, the soldiers behind him were in a fearful mood, because the plague-like smell exuded by the swamp in the desert would make Travelers and troops passing through the area suffered greatly, and all soldiers believed that people who breathed in the gas would become ill.

"This is called the nostrils of Taifeng Evil God. All that comes out is terrible mist. If people inhale it, they will fall to the ground. They will either be seriously ill or die." Although the officer's face was covered with blood, he still had a threatening tone. He proudly introduced this place.

The implication is, don't try to find a roundabout way from here, give up and go back to me!

"He said nostrils?" After Anthony heard this, he immediately picked up his nostrils again, and then said to Sabo, "How many nostrils do humans and gods have?"

"Dear Selector, if this is your test of my wisdom and common sense, I can answer you responsibly. I have seen many humanoid statues with two nostrils." Then Sabo held up the box and opened his eyes. Suddenly, the light suddenly appeared. Before Anthony could say anything, he also took out his dagger and compared it in front of the officer, "Tell me, where is the other nostril of the Evil God Taifeng!"

This is a very simple logical question. Since it is called Taifeng's nostrils, there must be two swamps. Since there are two swamps, there must be a road in between.

The officer could only sigh and continue to be pulled by Anthony on the horse, walking forward with heavy steps.

"The black swamp just now is called Cebonia, and this one is called Acrigma. This is the two nostrils you mentioned, and in the middle--" the officer covered his face and pointed with his other hand to the bridge-like passage between the two large swamps, which was formed by the long-term weathering of silt. "You can go around to the back of Pelusium, but I'm not sure if there are any garrisons."

Very good! Anthony turned over and got off the horse, and went to the Acrigma swamp with Sabo to see that this place was completely different from the nearby Cebonia. There was actually clear water. He scooped it up with a water bag and tasted it. It was still a bit astringent, but it should be drinkable for people, but not for horses. Horses are more delicate than people in terms of water quality.

"I heard that if we go deeper here, we can reach the Sea of ​​Punt (Red Sea). Documents record that the ancient pharaohs once sent fleets to Punt to look for gold, silver and copper mines. So these two swamps should be the remnants of the Red Sea river. Akrigma is closer, so there is still clear water." Sabo half-squatted and explained to Anthony, "This road is indeed the key to conquering Pelusium!" (To be continued.)