Felic walked in a hurry when he ran down the mountain without even taking a close friend. When he stumbled down the mountain from a path behind the hill, there was a sound of fighting on the top of the Afantino hill. He was secretly glad that he had escaped after his death, but he was confused and didn't know where to go.

He first thought about going to Rome to join his own court backers, but immediately rejected this idea. At this time, the Alexander's guards in Rome must be highly vigilant and be cautious. Moreover, even if he could get lucky in the city and meet those people, it would be difficult to guarantee that the other party would not lose his car and protect his coach in order to protect himself and hand him over to Alexander for the crime.

Finally, he decided to go to the overseas province to avoid it. After touching the two hard gold bars in his pocket, he strided to the west. There were many ports on the coast of more than a hundred miles to allow him to go out to sea. However, after only a quarter of an hour, he found a large number of troops in front of him. He thought he had met the Roman army again, so he turned around in a panic and ran away. The other party obviously also noticed him, and two fast horses rushed out of the team and chased him.

Naturally, Felic could not run through the four-legged mount and was quickly taken. However, Felic turned his worries into joy. Because he found that the other party was not a Roman army at all, but a barbarian army, he immediately thought of who else could be besides the Sicilian mercenaries.

When he was escorted to a person who looked like a leader, he shouted before the other party could speak: "Oh, you trash! Why did you come? You are a big mistake when you come late. Hurry! Let me go. I am..."

Before he finished speaking, the other party waved it over, and with a snap, he slapped it firmly on his face, and a blood mark suddenly appeared. Felic woke up immediately after receiving the whip. These people were not the craftsmen under his command who could scold and drive them at will.

In fact, with Felic's sleek nature, he would not be so disobedient. It was just that the changes he had encountered now were really big, and he was so anxious that he could be so out of control. He immediately changed his face and smiled and said, "Don't fight, don't fight. I guess you are Sicilian mercenaries. Are you General Mosolis?"

The leader of the Sicilian mercenary saw that the other party actually said his identity and name, and immediately wondered: "Yes, I am Mosolis, who are you? How can you recognize us?"

"Hey, I'm the one who invites you to Felic. Felic, the chief manager of the Roman Mint Factory."

"Are you Felic?" Mossolis asked while looking at Felic with suspicious eyes. Felic's clothes were torn to pieces by thorns, and they became in a mess. Naturally, it was hard to imagine that they were the dignified mint manager.

"Hey, I'm really Felic. I was so embarrassed because I was defeated by the government army just now, so I was so embarrassed. Oh, don't believe me, I have a seal here, you can see." Felic explained while taking out the seal he carried in his pocket, but he also took out the two gold bars.

Mosolis took the seal and glanced at it and gave it back to Felic, but then snatched his two gold bars. Felic moved his lips, but in the end he still held back and said nothing.

Mosolis said while knocking on the two gold bars, "Well, right, I am Mosolis, and I believe you are His Excellency Felic. But now you have been defeated and there is no condition for fulfilling the agreement. So there is no need for us to continue to fulfill the agreement. The deposit you sent to the envoy and these two gold bars will be compensated for our trip."

After saying that, he got on his mount and wanted to leave with the Sicilian mercenaries. Felic saw it anxious and shouted, "God walk slowly, I have something to say."

Mosolis sneered on the reins and said, "Don't talk nonsense, we mercenaries only recognize money. If you don't get the money, it's useless to say anything. I see that you are a gold coin, not even a copper plate can't be taken out."

Felic said anxiously: "No, although I have no money on me, there are still thousands of pounds of gold on the mountain, which are all the gold reserves of the mint. Now that the officers and soldiers have just attacked the mountain, they are not too late to leave. As long as you can eat them, aren't these thousands of pounds of gold yours?"

When Mosolis heard thousands of pounds of gold, his eyes suddenly lit up, but he continued to hesitate to calculate risks and benefits. Felic continued to encourage him: "General, don't hesitate anymore. That is Feng Hu's Milan Legion. It has just been established and they are all recruits. You will definitely win in one battle. If you still hesitate, let them leave these thousands of pounds of gold, it will be gone."

"Feng Hu? I have heard of this man. He was a foreigner from a country called Liang in the far east a few months ago. He was highly valued by Alexander, so he was granted the position of commander of the legion when he came."

"Yes, yes, it's him. His legion has just been established and has no combat power. He can only fight against the craftsmen under my command who can't fight. But he is definitely not the opponent of your Sicilian mercenaries. General, make a decision quickly! If you have a few thousand pounds of gold later, it will be gone!"

Mosolis was finally defeated by greed and shouted to his surroundings: "Transfer our military orders and continue to march towards Mount Afantino and wipe out the Feng Hu army there!" Then fork said to Felic, "Lead the way forward!"

When Mosolis came to the foot of Mount Afantino, he put his hand on the awning to look up the mountain. He could only see the low walls of the original camp on the hillside, but he could not see an enemy.

Feng Yu was actually ready, and his infantry were crouching in the trenches or behind the low walls. However, the cavalry waited more than ten miles behind the mountain.

Mosolis waved his hand and said "attack", and the Sicilian mercenaries behind him rushed to the mountain like a tide. The equipment of these soldiers was obviously different from that of the Roman army, but they were similar to the mixture of Phoenician warriors and Celtic barbarians. They used large round shields that were easier to fight individually but were not suitable for formation, and they were all in all kinds of weapons, guns, spears, swords, halberds, forks and axes. The armor on his body was either chain mail or an ancient "muscle armor" with a shape that looked like a muscle.

They did not line up when they attacked, but they were scattered soldiers rushing towards the top of the hill along the hillside. Seeing that there was no movement on the mountain for a long time, Mosolis said to Felic next to him: "What? Have they run away?"

Felic stuttered, "No, it's impossible. They will accommodate prisoners of war and search for the camp at least two hours. It's impossible to evacuate so quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, he and Mosolis heard a whistle from the air, followed by a sound like a shattering wood. They saw with their own eyes that the head of a Sicilian mercenary was suddenly gone!
Chapter completed!