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Like a nightingale crying and enjoying solitude, great men always have to wander in solitude, march forward in solitude, and in the quiet of the night, Caesar stands alone outside the tent, and the moonlight stretches his figure very long, very long. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 At this moment, Rabienus felt that his originally burly and muscular body had suddenly become so thin and weak.

"Caesar?"

Rabbi Enus walked up to Caesar and greeted him quietly.

Caesar turned his head thoughtfully, and at this moment, Rabienus saw the wrinkled corners of his eyes, the deep crow's feet were clearly out of step with his age.

"Rabienus, you're here."

"Yes, what are you thinking? Caesar. ”

"Nothing, I just miss Cornelia."

As Caesar's closest friend, Rabienus shared his secrets with Caesar, and Caesar also told Rabienus about his feelings when he was young, and Cornelia was Caesar's young wife, the daughter of the consul Chenna. When Caesar was young, he refused Sulla's invitation and lived a life of exile to the East.

Great people also have their own most vulnerable places, hidden in the bottom of the heart of the sadness, after the death of Cornelia, Caesar was very sad, after a long period of recuperation, this historical giant began to indulge in beauty, even the wife of Crassus, the richest man in Rome, passed by overnight, but that is not the real Caesar, the real Caesar, his heart may have long since died with the death of Cornelia, and completely died.

"I often look at myself in the mirror and feel that the person is so strange, that it is not the original me, as if it were a devil from hell, Rabienus, you know that feeling? Like the god of fate grabbing you by the throat, you have no power to resist, struggling in the mire of death, but you can never break free, and the boundless darkness surrounds me. ”

Caesar turned his face to himself and muttered to himself, as if to Rabienus.

For a moment, Rabienus felt that Caesar, the commander of the Roman legions, one of the triumvirate, and his old friend, were so vicissitudes and pitiful, like a bird with broken wings, trying to break free from the shackles of fate, but he could not break free, because his wings had been broken by reality, and the blood showed its powerlessness, its sorrow.

Cornelia's death may also have brought the original Caesar out of this world, and the next Caesar may just unfold his heart and blood to satisfy the unquenchable desire and wildness in his heart.

Indeed, judging from his subsequent performance, no one could be as bold as him, he borrowed all his relatives and friends, even at the expense of usury, organized large-scale public entertainment projects, built large-scale public infrastructure, and pleased the common people, at the cost of Julius Caesar having to face the hunt of creditors for a long time, and he did all this for the next general election, he wanted to gain power, he wanted to gain the support of the people, he wanted to become the master of the Roman Republic, even the dictator.

This is Caesar's inner desire, that is a beast, a beast that can never be satisfied, and when Cornelia was there, the beast fell asleep forever, but unfortunately fate created man, and the woman that Julius Caesar's favorite woman left him early, creating another Caesar, a Caesar who influenced the future direction of the Roman Republic, and even affected the world for two thousand years.

"Do not be sad, Caesar, you have more to do, remembering the past will not relieve you, but will only exacerbate your grief, the Ebronys have been defeated, the whole of Gaul is now surrendered to your feet, the Senate is going to hold another twenty days of thanksgiving for you, you are a hero, Caesar. The past you are no more, and the present you are the pride of the republic and the hero of the people. ”

Rabbi Enus tried to stabilize Caesar's mood, he didn't want to see his old friend grieve and reminisce about some heart-rending pain that would give him a nervous breakdown, even schizophrenia.

"Rabienus, you are really my bosom friend, promise me that in the future, no matter what happens, do not leave me, do not be my enemy, you are my confidant, I am your comrade-in-arms."

Caesar said, put his hand on the shoulder of Rabienus, at this moment, Rabienus was almost moved by Caesar's true feelings, however, the next moment, Rabienus stabilized his position, he recalled Pompey, the great general and politician who laid down half of the country for the Roman Republic, Caesar was also extremely talented in order to win over Pompey, and his true feelings were revealed, however, many years later, people found out that it was just a theatrical performance of Caesar, and he and Pompey became brothers, Just to create a triumph and allow yourself to grasp the vines of power and climb to the heights of your political career.

Rabienus was a little confused, he didn't know whether to trust the "sincere" Roman in front of him, but this time, maybe Caesar really showed his true feelings? Unbeknownst to Rabienus, he smiled and took the back of Caesar's outstretched hand.

"What are you going to do next? Gaul had been pacified, and no other tribe would dare to rebel against Rome, at least for the time being. ”

Rabbi Enus went on to say that he was only trying to break the dreary and eerie atmosphere and return Caesar's mind to the conquest of Gaul, so that Caesar would look more normal......

"Cross the Rhine and make a conquest of the Germanic tribes that helped the Eblones."

Caesar replied with an oath. When the topic returns to military affairs, his gaze is always so bright, and his answers are always so firm and powerful. Rabbi Enus had a sense of security that he trusted Caesar at this time.

"You mean the Sucumbri?"

When the conversation again returns to the military aspects of war from the emotional point of view of men and women, Rabienus and Caesar come alive again, and in this sense, they are two pure war maniacs. He has a natural fanatical belief in conquering foreign races. And they liked to go into battle to kill the enemy themselves, and the Gauls who died under the sword of Rabienus were no less than those who died at the hands of the centurion of the legion.

"Yes, I want all the Germanic people to know the price of helping the tribes to rebel against Rome, and through this symbolic conquest, I want all the Germanic people to stay honestly in their own land and not to become enemies of Rome."

Caesar's answer was like a sharp sword, and the blade of the sword pointed farther north than Gaul, in the Germanic region, a land with almost no plains, only endless black forests, where not a group of civilized humans, but a group of barbarian tribes that were almost still in a primitive social structure......