*Before the man could finish his words,
A clone soldier stepped forward and drove his short sword into the Arab man's stomach.
The Arab stared in disbelief at the sword that had pierced his stomach and slowly slid to the ground.
The crowd quickly fell silent and looked in astonishment at the man who was dying in agony on the ground and was about to die.
Ariamnis's face reflected fear; those Romans were serious.
"I don't want to repeat myself: hand over all your food and weapons, or you will die," Julius Caesar said with a smile on his face.
**One hour later.**
Julius Caesar observed the sheep and cattle surrounding the tribe.
The tribe raised quite a lot of sheep and cattle, probably at least several thousand, in addition to a small number of warhorses.
Nomadic tribes depended on livestock to survive and maintained a considerable number of animals.
Ariamnis watched with an expression of pain as the Romans plundered the tribe.
The Arabs were forced to hand over all the grain they had stored, but many were reluctant and decided to hide the grain and their important belongings.
Unfortunately, the tents offered few places to hide grain or valuable objects from the Romans.
The clone legionaries broke into the tents while collecting every valuable object.
Some Arabs tried to resist, but they were killed without hesitation by the clone legionaries.
Upon seeing the corpses lying in pools of blood, Ariamnis roared inwardly with fury: "Damn bandits!"
"Select 50 men from among them to help us return these things to the army," Julius Caesar said while pointing at the cattle, sheep, and warhorses.
Several clone legionaries faithfully carried out his orders and selected 50 men, including Ariamnis.
The outraged Arabs watched the Romans with hatred.
Soon, flames began to burn in the tents, and the tribe was burned by the clone legionaries.
A group of women, plundered along with a large quantity of various items, gathered in a corner.
The women cried as they watched the flames of the fire consume their tribe.
"Remember, go ask your King of Kings for food; this is what happens when you oppose Rome," Julius Caesar said coldly to the group of survivors.
The clone army withdrew along with all the plunder they had taken.
The remaining Arabs appeared desperate; they had to find food as quickly as possible or they would starve to death.
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On the outskirts of a small border town in Armenia, a crowd gathered as Tegranis personally left the city to welcome the army that had come to the king's aid.
This loyal army was very special because it came from the distant Arabian Peninsula.
"Haha, I did not expect all of you to come, from so far away," Tigranis said as he laughed loudly.
After fleeing from the Taurus Mountains, Tegranis never forgot that humiliation.
The Roman army pursued them day and night, defeating one army after another that came to the king's aid.
Like a frightened bird, Tigranes continued his flight at the slightest disturbance, with the original intention of escaping to the royal city.
However, upon receiving the news that Septimus's army was preparing to march on the capital, he had no choice but to flee to a small town far away from the capital.
At the same time, Tigranes sent people everywhere to recruit soldiers, not only mercenaries from neighboring countries, but also soldiers from his own country. Some tribes that had been plundered by Septimus had nowhere to go and could only serve as soldiers for Tigranes.
In addition, a large number of barbarians joined Tigranes, and his army expanded like an inflating balloon, quickly reaching the impressive figure of 300,000 men, which filled Tigranis with confidence.
His fear of Septimus and Rome vanished, and he believed that with such a large army, he could easily defeat Septimus's army.
"Great King of Kings, I heard that the Romans dared to offend you, so I specially led the warriors of my tribe, traveling thousands of miles, passing through Babylon and arriving by sea," said an Arab sheikh with a respectful expression.
"I knew that you Arabs are my best friends. Once I defeat Septimus, I will grant you vast stretches of land," Tigranis said with a proud expression.
"Great! You are the most generous king in the world!" exclaimed the Arab sheikh with a loud laugh.
Tigranes led both of them to the royal city, where Nexus watched with a gloomy expression. Mithridates had ordered him to lead part of his army to support Tigranes.
Nexus was part of the small group of nobles who remained loyal to Mithriades and also commanded his only army.
On the other hand, Tigranes was blinded by the overwhelming military power. At first, he was able to listen to Mithriades' advice and try to avoid Septimus's cunning, but now he has revealed his intention to take the initiative and confront him.
Mithriades was completely disappointed about the future outcome of the war.
The vast majority of the soldiers who followed Tigranis did not even wear complete leather armor. They only had a knife or a sword, and some carried all kinds of large gold chains.
To Mithriades, this army reminded him of the army of Pontus that fought against Sulla back then. Was it an exact replica of the army of Pontus?
Sometimes, numbers do not determine everything!
The nobles who followed Mithriades were disappointed, but Tigranis was happy.
Taking advantage of the atmosphere, Tigranis offered a banquet for the subjects who supported them.
Chiefs and kings of all kinds gathered, drinking from large bowls and eating large pieces of meat, creating a rather lively scene.
Tigranis was also beaming, celebrating victory before achieving it.
"Your Majesty, our army currently consists of 270,000 infantry and 55,000 cavalry. Who can resist such a force? Once our army arrives, the Romans might be so terrified that they will surrender," shouted a tribal chief, who was holding a large piece of pork rib with wine stains in his beard.
"That's right. The Romans have always called us barbarians. Who do they think they are? Today I am going to show them what we are made of," replied an Arab sheikh with annoyance.