"Ghosts! I saw Caesar's ghost! He's chasing me, in this room, everywhere, it's there, staring at me all the time! ”

"Brutus! Brutus, come to your senses, there are no ghosts here, you are safe. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info you must be sick, you see an illusion, there is no ghost of Caesar here, that tyrant is dead, you are a hero of Rome. ”

"Shut up, he is not a tyrant, I am not a hero, and now the people of Rome are eager to see my death. I joined in the murder of kings at your instigation, and Caesar loved me so much and expected of me that I was the second heir to the will, and I pierced the dagger of darkness into his heart. I am a vile villain, and the spirit of Caesar has come to me for revenge. ”

In the small city of Seknus in northern Macedonia, the combined forces of Octavian and Antony had formed a situation of encircling the armies of Brutus and Cassius, and Brutus was guilty of a serious mental illness at such a critical moment, perhaps due to a long period of panic, depression, and hesitation, but at this moment, no one could stop the commander's nonsense, Cassius grabbed Brutus by the shoulder, trying to wake up the youth of the former glorious republic. But Brutus was already dim, he was like an old man in the twilight, his hair unkempt and in a trance, and he dared to go out of his room only when he was in a normal mood, and make a meaningless, routine meeting speech to his army.

"No, you're not a villain, the senators of the Senate ......"

Cassius wanted to use the words of the past to motivate Brutus, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered something and stopped talking. Brutus noticed Cassius's move, grabbed Cassius by the shoulder, and nervously asked Cassius like a mad kitten. "What happened to the Senate? What happened to the patriarchs? ”

Brutus's questioning was loud and sharp, and the air in the room seemed to be as dead and calm as if it had stood still. Even the sound of small insects flapping their wings on the table can be heard clearly.

Cassius didn't react, he looked into Brutus' terrifying eyes and remained silent. But Brutus did not let go of such details.

"Tell me!"

Furious and irritable, Brutus became agitated and pulled out the dagger he had with him at his waist and nailed it to the wooden table behind Cassius. The sharp dagger was stuck on the table, and the hilt trembled with an uneasy vibrating sound.

"The Senate was purged by Octavian last week, more than 300 Senate officials, the Senate was assassinated, their property was confiscated, and it became the private property of Octavian and Antony......"

Cassius said sadly. Hearing such news, Brutus was first shocked, and then collapsed. He fell from Cassius like a lifeless octopus and sat on the ground with a dull expression. For a long time, the Senate was the representative of the republic, the representative of the republican spirit, and the Senate was also the only legitimate institution that recognized Brutus, and it could even be said that it was the spiritual sustenance of Brutus, and now, this department, which symbolizes the highest spirit of struggle, has been brutally ransacked, and all the senators who recognized Brutus were killed on the white temple, although Brutus did not know where Octavian killed them, but for him, the temple of the Senate was already stained with the blood of these "fathers", It is no longer noble, it is no longer pure, it is full of blood and power, it is already a land of evil and filth. And their own ideals and beliefs, like a white gem, shattered and sprinkled on the ground, but each broken stone reflects its own insignificance and uselessness.

"Brutus. You have to cheer up, we can go back to the East and organize our legions, Silesia, Syria, Armenia, can be our allies. We can try again. ”

"No, there's no chance. These two years of war have taken away everything from me, all my possessions, all my faith and all my strength. I'm now penniless and in debt. My soldiers, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, may even turn their faces on me. What other strength do I have to contend with Antony, Octavian? It's all over, Cassius. Perhaps, we should go out of the city and fight Anthony to the death to meet our fate. ”

Brutus said, turning his head to look at Cassius, who was in full armor, his gaze hollow, it was despair, it was boundless darkness.

"Are you crazy? Brutus, you have 10,000 more soldiers under your command, all loyal warriors who have followed you from Syria to Greece, never abandoning you even in the most critical moments. Now, are you going to abandon them? If they cared about your money, they wouldn't have followed us for so long, and they could have gone to Octavian and Antony, and they paid twice as much as we do. Brutus, cheer up! ”

Cassius's efforts inspired Brutus to pick himself up. However, Brutus, who was already in despair, waved his hand wearily and motioned for his companion to go out, and he was going to confess to the god in the shrine one last time.

The next day, Brutus got up from the bed with a solemn expression, and the servant put on his bracers, shin armor, and chest helmet in a miserable and desolate atmosphere. That scene, as if a general who was about to die, embarked on the blood-colored road of Yellow Springs with infinite desolation. Indeed, Brutus made a frantic and desperate decision to rush out of the city with his remaining 10,000 soldiers and fight Antony to the death.

As the two large, heavy gates were slowly opened, a golden ray of sunlight shone on Brutus's face, and it was the last ray. Cassius stood on the tower and saw thousands of Roman soldiers (many of whom had fled during the night) slowly leaving the city under the leadership of the commander Brutus. They wore white manes on their heads and shields that symbolized the Legion's insignia, but their faces could not hide the fear in their hearts.

……

"Brothers, the time has come to fight to the death against the traitors, and I, like you, have been waiting for this moment for a long time, opposite to the culprit of the assassination of Julius Caesar, brothers, are you willing to follow me in the last battle, to capture Brutus's wicked executioner, and return to China to be judged by the Roman people?"

At the dawn of dawn, Antony rode his horse in front of the phalanx of the Ninth Legion and roared in the loudest voice.

"For Caesar!"

Immediately, he received the most enthusiastic response from the soldiers of the Ninth Legion. It is the remembrance and love of the fallen heroes of Rome.