Cold and dark, wind and snow beat mercilessly against the huge Black Forest in the northern part of the Republic. www.biquge.info The Germanic tribes survived in such harsh conditions, they hardly cultivated agriculture, and were born to fight wild beasts, with hunting and plunder being their main source of food.

"We can find a man for her, a husband, and she needs this."

"No, no tribal man would accept a tribal woman who had been defiled by the Roman puppet, I know fate was cruel to her, but perhaps it was God's will that she was born a warrior and not an ordinary tribal woman."

In the cold Germanic winter, Emma is armed with a chopping axe and a long sword, training the men of the tribe like a true Germanic warrior. The Sucumbri who had previously despised her and despised her were now respectfully lined up and training with her one-on-one, and every now and then, one or two unlucky tribal men would be heard knocked to the ground by Emma, moaning like a pig, and then, instead of going over to help them up, Emma gave these losers a more ferocious blow. On the battlefield, the enemy will not stretch out a warm hand to you, they will only brutally stab the short sword into your chest and your head. The Romans were one such people, they were ruthless, like the glaciers of the Northland, which never melted, and when your warm blood poured out of your body, they only sent their cold daggers into your wounds even more bloodthirsty. This was Emma's first lesson to the men of the tribe.

The leader of the Sugambri people, Curio, and his wife, Niyakos, were deliberating whether to find a man to rely on for this brave and wise woman, and Curio also knew that Emma was not an ordinary tribal girl, she had entered the society of the Romans, she had been defiled by the Romans, and in the tribe, she had no chance to be accepted again, and now, the reason why she stood in the crowd was only because of the bitter hatred of Rome in her heart, and the superb fighting skills, Let the men of the tribe have to submit.

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"Not going to work, Patriarch. Our people are too arrogant, and their arrogance will cost them their lives on the battlefield, but the Romans will not be as arrogant as we are on the battlefield, and they will value every enemy they encounter. Moreover, we were not numerous enough to defeat any of us in a single Roman soldier, but when eighty Roman soldiers were assembled in a small squad, the men of a few hundred tribes could not defeat them. And every time Rome sent troops, it used at least 6,000 troops. Therefore, we have to defeat them, this little bit of people in the tribe is far from enough, we need tens of thousands, at least tens of thousands. Patriarch. ”

While the defeated tribal men fell to the ground bleeding and were carried back into the crowd by their companions, Emma walked up to the tribal leader, Curio, sweating profusely, and told him her thoughts and uneasiness.

Curio believed in Emma's abilities, and although they didn't spend much time together, judging from the tenacity and intelligence that Emma had shown these days, Curio believed that if they wanted to defeat their old enemy, the Romans, they had to listen to the little girl's advice, because she knew the tactics of the Roman legions, and even the character of the Romans, so well.

"But we don't have that many of them."

Curio replied calmly.

"Then recruit so many people, the tribe needs an alliance, a wolf can't defeat a lion, but a pack of hungry wolves can bite a strong male lion. Rome is the lion, and we need wolves. ”

There was a sparkle of reason in Emma's resolute eyes. She raised her head and said to Curio.

"Where to find our wolves?"

"Suebi."

"It's a place where bandits and wild beasts gather, and Sucumburi will be torn apart as soon as we get there, because we can't cross the border and enter their territory."

At this moment, Emma and Curio may not know that today, their conversation here will set off a stormy wave of barbarian invasions across the entire European continent, and the Roman Republic at this time is dramatically in a special and sensitive period of power alternation.

"You and I enter their territory first, and we negotiate with them, the enemy of the enemy is the ally, this is the way of the Romans, and I think we must also learn from their good points, although I know that this visit will be difficult, the leaders of the Suebi tribes are like a bunch of bloodthirsty monsters, they only want to annex us, to annex all the tribes that are weaker than them, but we must convince them. Because Rome is our common enemy, our greatest enemy. ”

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Unbeknownst to Appis, what was brewing in the Germanic forest, a month later, when Caesar's fleet arrived in Egypt and Alexandria, Pompey's head had been made into a beautiful gift box and held in the hands of Ptolemy XIII. This child is like a young hound at the moment, holding the blood-stained cub of the lion, ready to wag his tail to the king of beasts, but he doesn't know that in Caesar's heart, Pompey's weight is not just a political enemy, there is not only hatred between them, but also an inseparable friendship, as a comrade-in-arms who once shared allegiance to Rome, Caesar even has a little reverence and humility for Pompey. And Ptolemy, the ignorant and naïve child, who had so carelessly slain such a great Roman legion commander, and a small dagger had caused the hero of the Roman Republic to die like a clown, made Caesar furious.

When Ptolemy's viziers brought the gift to Caesar, the people saw the look on Julius Caesar's face distorted with anger, and he glanced at the contents of the box, and then went to the throne of Ptolemy angrily, and shouted angrily

"You ignorant child, do you know who this man you killed?"

"Pompey, Gnaeus Pompey."

Ptolemy did not know the situation yet, and replied triumphantly.

"Who gave you such power, in a dark and rancid corner, to execute him?"

"Oh, we're just helping you, Caesar. Aren't you enemies? ”

Ptolemy sensed that something was wrong in Caesar's indignant tone, and quickly came to his senses and hastily explained.

"He was the consul of the Roman Republic! Commander of the great Roman legions! But he died so humblely! Who gave you such power, to put Pompey to death by the most despicable means in a place of no glory? ”

Caesar stood on the carpet of Alexander's palace and roared in a loud, high-pitched voice. His roar was like that of a lion, shaking the crumbling Ptolemaic palace. The Roman legionnaires lined up outside the door, leaving the Ptolemaic ministers in the great hall to look at each other, and they allowed Caesar to roar here, angrily rebuking his master and scolding his king, but they did not dare to say more, and did not even have the courage to raise their heads. And Ptolemy, looking at Caesar even more dumbfounded, turned out not to be what he thought, he seemed to have only done a good deed, but in the end, it was worse than not doing it. (To be continued.) )