Roman Slave Owner

He was very young, he looked only in his twenties, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

Young man, tell me where Mithridates is? As long as you catch him, all your demands can be fulfilled.

Li Wei said with a smile.

No problem, but you have to let the people of our tribe go.

Said the young man.

How is this going?

Levi asked.

Last year, when our army was searching for Mithrada, they encountered resistance from their tribe, so the two sides clashed, and many members of their tribe were arrested.

Lucius said briefly.

Why do you search our tribe? Of course we can't agree.

The young man said angrily.

Li Wei looked disdainful, and the wailing of the weak was meaningless, but he needed his cooperation.

Young man, since some things have happened, it is irreversible. What we are doing now is to remedy it. Tell me where Mithridates is. After I catch him, I will release the people of your tribe.

Levi said.

Those who were sold into slavery will also be redeemed by you?

said the young man angrily.

Yes, the premise is that Mithrada can be caught.

Levi said.

Okay, I'll tell you now.

Said the young man.

In a Scythian tribe among the mountains, Mithridates hid in a dark wooden house, sitting at a table with some decadence and drinking a bottle of whiskey from Rome.

This wine has been very popular in the Caucasus as soon as it was launched. Drinking a sip of whiskey in winter and experiencing the feeling of hotness flowing from the throat to the stomach feels like a living god.

It's a pity that the price of whiskey is too expensive, and most people can't afford it.

Even if the country is subjugated, Mithrada still has a lot of money, and it is still easy to drink some whiskey.

Moreover, Mithrada liked the feeling of being drunk very much, which made him forget a lot of troubles.

At this moment, Alexander pushed the door open and walked in.

The sudden cold wind woke Mithridates awake, which made him very angry.

Close the door.

Mithridates said furiously.

Alexander silently closed the door. At this time, Mithrada's face was full of wrinkles, his hair was scattered on his shoulders, and his beard looked like he hadn't taken care of it for more than ten days. How could he be as ambitious as before? look.

But Mithrada promoted him from an ordinary soldier to a nobleman, and he was so kind to him. He was a very emotional person, and he did not intend to abandon Mithrada no matter how poor he was.

Your Majesty, you can't do this anymore, pay attention to your body.

Alexander said.

Go away, don't bother me if it's okay.

Mithridates said.

I have received several messages. Li Wei has decided to lead the army to Syria. As long as he leaves, we can raise a team with the support of Parthia, and there may be hope of restoring the country.

Alexander said.

Really? How many troops did he leave behind?

Mithridates immediately regained his spirits, a gleam of light shot out of his eyes, and he completely lost his decadent look.

There is a Roman legion and a Galacian legion in Pontus, and two Roman legions in Armenia. He appointed Dolabella as the governor of the two provinces to lead these four legions.

Alexander said.

Four legions?

Mithridates couldn't help frowning.

Dolabela has a lot of combat experience, and it is not easy to defeat these four legions. Thinking of this, he was bored and took a sip of wine.

The Parthians said that as long as they are willing to cede the Bosphorus to them, they are willing to fund us with 3 million dramaks to form an army.

Alexander said.

What a bunch of greedy people.

Mithridates cursed viciously.

He knows the mind of the Parthians all too well,

I want to make trouble for the Romans without doing it myself, and I want to reap benefits.

Promise them, since my dear son betrayed me, don't blame me for being rude.

Mithradati sneered and said that until now he could not forgive the governor of the Bosphorus for taking refuge in Li Wei.

When we start an incident, we will tell the Romans about this and try to drag the Parthians into the water.

An old fox-like smile appeared on Mithrada's face.

Your Majesty, you are wise.

Alexander exclaimed in admiration.

Even in his 60s, Mithrada is still so high-spirited.

Real people are old-hearted and keep making trouble for the Romans.

Hahaha, to celebrate our victory, you can have a few drinks with me.

Mithridates said with a laugh.

Alexander didn't want to spoil his interest, so he drank with him.

Maybe Mithridates had drunk too much, and it didn't take long for Mithridates to be completely drunk.

At this time, braving the bitter cold wind, a Roman army had come to this small village.

This is a team of 3,000 infantry and 300 cavalry, and Caesar is the commander of this army.

Is this the place?

Caesar said to the Scythian.

Yes, I heard from a friend a few days ago that Mithrada is in their tribe and gave him a lot of money to buy wine.

said the young man.

Caesar nodded, and then directed the soldiers to surround the village.

Because the winter snow had not completely melted, many Scythians hid in their houses, and the whole village was very quiet.

With the exception of a few of Alexander's cronies, even now they have not given up their vigilance due to the pursuit of the Romans.

At this time they found the Roman army approaching quietly, which surprised them, so they ran to the village.

While running, he shouted loudly: No, the Romans are coming! The Romans are coming!

Hearing this, Caesar cursed secretly, causing the soldiers to speed up their march.

The cavalry immediately accelerated and rushed into the village.

The heavy sound of horseshoes woke everyone up, and some Scythians took up weapons and rushed out of the house, and then gathered together, only then did they realize that they were surrounded by the Roman army.

Romans, what are you doing here?

A tall middle-aged man came out and said.

After this period of war, they also knew that the Romans were not easy to mess with. Many Scythian villages were captured by the Romans, and their families were sold as slaves, so they said patiently.

I have received news that Mithrada is hiding in your village. I want to search your village. If you refuse, you will become our enemies and your whole village will be sold as slaves.

Caesar said lightly.

Hearing this, the Scythians were in a commotion. They knew that Mithridates was in their village, so how could they let the Romans search it?