I am the son of the traveler

Chapter 119
After simply digging a hole and burying the corpses of the barbarian warriors, the convoy continued on the road. However, in addition to the winter supplies carried on the carriage, there were also thirteen more corpses of Macedonian heavy infantry because there were no suitable ones. Cremation environment, so they could only put the body in the car, cover it with a layer of white cloth, and wait until Lamiya before cremating the body.

After the attack, the soldiers were not as relaxed as before. While marching, they were also unconsciously guarding against the snow on both sides of the road. Although there was a vast expanse of snow everywhere, let alone people. , Even animals have nothing to hide from, but they still dare not relax their vigilance, because the previous attack was the enemy emerging from the ground without warning - Cenarius guessed that they should have dug a hole in the ground to hide Inside, another layer of snow was covered on his body, so that he could become one with the snow.

Fortunately, the rest of the journey was safe and sound. Ten days later, their convoy arrived in the city of Lamia safe and sound.

The outside of the city of Lamia was surrounded by countless shacks at this time. Under the majesty of the Macedonian Kingdom, the barbarian tribes from the north still did not dare to attack the city gate. They all stayed in the temporary shacks that were not considered warm. Inside, each hut was given some fuel to keep warm by the fire, and the tribal people living inside wrapped themselves in thick animal fur coats and gathered around the fire to keep warm. Although it was not very warm, it could barely guarantee their warmth. Don't freeze to death.

The militiamen on the city wall saw a convoy approaching, turned around and ran down the city wall to report to Diodotos, the consul of the city.When the convoy reached the edge of the shack area, Cenaris, the leader, saw a group of people coming out of the city gate. Cenarius recognized who that person was from a long distance away. Diodotos, who also belonged to the Companion Cavalry.

When the tribesmen in the shack saw the convoy, they surrounded them one after another, chatting about something. Battalion Commander Sopolis quickly asked the soldiers to set up a human wall on both sides of the carriage to prevent the barbarians from approaching.

Soon, the group of people coming out of the city gate walked up to Cenares. Seeing that they were his former comrades, the leader was stunned for a moment, and then smiled. He took a step forward and came with Cenaris. A hug, and then said: "Cenaris, I didn't expect you to come."

"Before I set off, I didn't expect that His Majesty would choose me to lead this convoy." Cenarius also smiled, and he pointed sideways to the camp Sopolis, and introduced: "You should have seen him, heavy infantry Commander of the Third Battalion, Sopolis."

Seeing that he was introducing himself, Sopolis quickly stood up and gave a military salute.

Diodotos also returned the gift, and then asked: "Cenaris, how much supplies did you bring this time?"

"A total of thirty carts were loaded, with fuel and animal fur coats inside, which should be able to alleviate your difficulties." Cenaris replied.

"I'll have twelve carts pulled away, and you'll send the remaining eighteen carts to Greatpolis, where the situation is more difficult than mine."

"Okay." Sopolis nodded, and then he said: "When we came, we were attacked by the Sisis tribe in the west, and thirteen soldiers were killed. I hope you can arrange for them to be cremated. "

"The Sisis tribe?" The consul frowned and asked in puzzlement, "Why are they so bold to attack your convoy?"

"According to what the captives said, their tribe was also affected by the snow disaster, so they set their minds on us."

"Oh." Diodotos sneered and said, "It seems that after this winter, someone will suffer again."

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After cremating the corpses of thirteen comrades-in-arms, Cenarius did not bring the ashes in the clay jars, but asked the consul of Lamia to send the ashes back to Pella, where their convoy rested After one night, he left the city directly and rushed to Greatpolis, which accommodated more barbarian tribes.

Greatpolis, after being plundered by the Macedonian Legion, the number of residents here was significantly reduced, so there were many more vacant houses in the city. These vacant houses are now cheaper than those barbarian tribes who came to ask for help. Even so, the city There are no less than ten thousand tribal people gathered outside.

When Cenarius's convoy arrived here, what they saw was a very spectacular scene. The densely packed shacks stretched continuously, and on the narrow path separated in the middle were walking barbarian tribesmen wearing animal skin coats who looked out of place with the shacks around them— —Why do they look out of place? Because they are much taller than the shack, and they have to bend down to squeeze in if they want to enter.

Seeing this scene, Cenaris couldn't help but wonder viciously, if a fire was set in the shack area at this time, would it cause a raging fire soon, directly devouring the tens of thousands of barbarians living inside.

Shaking his head, Cenarius put the evil thoughts in his mind behind him and ordered the convoy to continue moving forward.

When the tribesmen in the shack saw the convoy approaching slowly, their eyes lit up and they surrounded it, speaking loudly in their respective tribe's language, but the Macedonian soldiers couldn't understand what they said at all, so they could only be vigilant. The composition of the human wall keeps these savages out.Although there is a common language among the various tribes of the Ogrel barbarians, this language is only known to be used by the chiefs, nobles and warriors of each tribe, as well as a few tribesmen. Most ordinary tribesmen still use the language of their own tribe to communicate.

Seeing that there was no communication between the two sides, the tribesmen slowly stopped pushing forward. They stood there, staring blankly at the carts of supplies, watching the Macedonians enter the city.

After they entered the city, Amintas, the consul of Greatpolis, came late. Although he and Amintas were once comrades-in-arms, their relationship was only at the level of casual acquaintances On the way, they greeted politely, and then asked people to unload all the supplies on the carriage, count them on the spot and distribute them to the various tribes outside the city, allowing them to distribute themselves internally.

Amintas is very aware of the temper of those barbarians, it is unrealistic to distribute it to everyone fairly, and it is too much effort and thankless, so he directly sent it to the tribal chiefs and let them toss it slowly by themselves. Regardless of whether the chiefs will deduct a little for themselves before sending it on, anyway, he has already allocated it, and it is none of his business.

Looking at the clerk who was counting the supplies, Amintas said to Cenares: "The supplies you brought may not be enough to distribute, because there are at least 4000 barbarian tribesmen gathered outside the city."

"So many people?" Cenaris was stunned. If there were really so many people, the eighteen carts of supplies would be like a drop in the bucket.

"Yes, and in recent days, some of them have been secretly adding fuel to the flames, seeming to want to take action against Gretepolis." Amyntas looked worried.

"If it's true, then we're in trouble."

Cenarius said seriously.

(End of this chapter)