Chapter 22: Activities (Part 2)

It takes a long time to negotiate the details, all about what Herod should do, what Lepidus should do, what Celsis should do, how to divide the border between the two sides after the war, Lepidus even asked that Kalai City continue to belong to our army, but Herod's secret envoy fiercely refuted this case, saying that if both Chinodosha and Kalai belonged to Lepidus, then Paya would suffer a devastating result in this war, with two swords against his abdomen and head at the same time.

But in the end, the two gradually returned to a core goal: stop the war, Lepidus takes Mindaz away, and Surena must die, in short, to protect the existing throne of Ashasis.

It was not until the third sentry that the two of them swore in front of their respective gods and exchanged contract documents before the secret envoy left. Lepidus suddenly discovered that Little Nicole had been taken away by Elcapa and was sleeping in another tent, but Helenputina was still leaning on the couch beside the tent, and it seemed that she was also resting. Her red braids hung on her neck and chest. This color, like fine wine, set off her skin even whiter. The queen did not wear a breastplate. It and the Buddha shield were hung on the bracket behind the couch. The smell of burning incense penetrated into Lepidus' nostrils, which seemed to have some strong aphrodisiac effect. He mustered up his courage and stroked the half-asleep queen's fluffy hair with his hand, then slowly her eyelashes and nose bridge, and then her lips and cheeks that were still as rosy as a virgin. There was moist and smooth there, and Lepidus' fingers kept rubbing it gently until it was so wet that it slipped his hand.

It was done, he stood up, it seemed that Helenputina had given up her "armor". So he took off his toga, revealing his muscles and two long mermaid lines. Maya, who was accompanying him, hurried to pick up the bottle, but Lepidar waved his hand and pointed at the shield, cloak and other things hanging on the tent rack. Maya understood, hurriedly bent his waist, tiptoed to pick up these things and put them on his shoulders. Then he turned off the light on the bronze lamp holder, and then quietly left the tent and lowered the curtain.

Li Bi Da skillfully and slowly lifted up Helen Putina's lavender robe. He saw that the queen turned her face away in the moonlight, obviously ready to endure the embarrassment, which aroused the man's more mischievous desire. He directly unfastened the buckles on the other's robe one by one, touched the queen's snow-white and small chest like a pile of salt, and then spread her slender legs and lifted them up.

"My leather boots..." The queen suddenly asked with a vague and wet voice, probably asking Li Bi Da to take off the riding boots she was still wearing on her feet.

But Li Bi Da refused. He loved the white and naked Helenputina under the moonlight, red and white, with only the mysterious black boots left, like a delicious dish. With trembling breath, he closed her legs again, slightly crossed them, pressed them against his chest, and then rubbed them gently with his stubble. Even through the boots, Helenputina's breathing became heavy and turbid. She was a little angry, raised her arms, and tried to grab the Buddha shield to punish this bastard, but she couldn't catch anything. Before she had time to despair, she shook violently. The familiar feeling after many years filled her whole body like lightning, and even countless tiny pores breathed happily and wantonly. Then Li Bi Da's "eel knife and fork" cut deeply into this "delicacy", opening and closing, and it was very enjoyable.

"Don't take Nico back to Rome, please, please." After a while, Lepidus lay on his back on the couch, Helenputina supported himself with his hands, his upper body was suspended in the air, his head and red hair tilted back, he held his feet together with both hands, and there was only one fulcrum between the two of them, and they were moving back and forth violently like a saw. At this moment, Helenputina was almost out of breath, but she suddenly made this request...

In the desert heading to the city of Carrhae, Surena's private cavalry was lined up, moving towards the destination with a relaxed mood. Surena had not yet learned about the tragedy of Akbarus, and the entire army was still immersed in the ecstasy of defeating Crassus. Among them, the captured veteran who looked very similar to Crassus was repeatedly called by Surena's attendant teacher to talk in Greek.

"Excuse me, who is it, a friend from Rome?" The teacher said in the tone of reading a tragedy.

"Ah, my name is Crassus, and I'm here to ask you to submit to me. I'm the famous consul of Rome." The old soldier Pasianus stuttered and tried to answer, and was asked to use pretentious gestures. In the shaking carriage, Surena, who was half-naked and drinking wine, looked at the scene in front of him and laughed so hard that his mouth couldn't close. The concubines around him also laughed wantonly.

Rosius, the clerk sitting on the side of the carriage, lowered his head and swayed his body with the ups and downs of the wheels, with a painful and embarrassing expression.

"Pasianus, you should have such an arrogant expression. It seems that you are just a farmer and cannot really walk with your head held high like a noble!" Surena said, throwing a huge shamark gold coin, which rolled at Pasianus' feet, but to his surprise, the other party seemed not to see it, which made Surena's expression serious. This lowly guy really didn't know what was good for him. He didn't understand the etiquette of aristocrats at all and couldn't even be a court jester.

But Paxianus seemed to have the wisdom of the common people. After seeing the displeasure of the barbarian general, he immediately leaned down, picked up the gold coin, squinted at it and sighed, then put his hands on his waist and took it with him. With a proud expression, he pointed at a concubine of Surena who was not favored and shouted, "Take off your clothes and lie down on the blanket at my feet." After saying that, he threw the gold coin to her, just like someone in Rome. He was like a dock worker who went to a tavern for prostitution.

There was silence for a while, and then they looked at Pasianus, who was still and trying to pretend to be Crassus. After everyone came back to their senses, there was another burst of applause and laughter, among which Surena was particularly happy.

At this time, a scout panted while driving his horse. After keeping parallel with the rolling wheels, he knocked on the panel window with his hand. When the concubines opened it with dissatisfied mutterings, the scout hurriedly reported, Carrying the hot and heavy wind, it rushed into the carriage covered with cool ice and silk curtains, "General, that Roman branch is chasing us!"

Surena's first thought was that the other commander was crazy, and then he responded cautiously, "What direction?"

"They met up from the remnants of Mount Sinaka, and then came through the desert. There were about 20,000 people, including a large number of archers and cavalry."

What... This partial army is so weird. Could it be that in the previous battle with Assisis, not only did they remain unscathed, but they also grew a lot stronger? Surena felt that things were getting weirder and weirder. (To be continued...)