The Persian threat was long over. Pharnaces thought about the future. His legion of Pontics was loyally serving the Romans right now. And soon, all too soon, it would be time to deploy the rest of his men.

Ah, the glory! If only his father could see what he had created!

An army to make Pontus the envy of the world again!

He considered what he had scraped together in the last year and more, turning mountain youths into a formidable force:
15000 Bronze Shields (elite phalanges)
20000 Pontic legionaries
15000 Greek Phalanx
5000 heavy Greek cavalry
2500 Armenian cataphracts
5000 Thracian mercenaries
5000 peltasts
2500 Scythian horse archers
2000 archers
20000 peasant/allied infantry

92,000 men! Soon, so soon, Pontus would be strong again.

Pharnaces breathed deep. He was tingling with the thought of it. Right now all Asia was open to him. But he must wait. It was almost time. Almost. Almost...