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"Octavian, there's one thing I've always wanted to ask you, between Apis and Antony, who do you think is your real opponent?"
As winter turned to spring, the "Foreign Secretary" Masinus and Octavittulinus stood on the balcony of the residence, chatting about the coming war, and they fixed their eyes on the north, the southern Gaul region occupied by Appis. The fastest update is in northern Italy. Before Antony could re-land in Brindisi, Octavian tried to snatch the piece of fat back from his old rival.
"Apis, no doubt, is Apis."
"How so? Could it be that Appis is stronger than Anthony? β
Masinus asked.
"No, Appis's strength lies not in the legions or cities he has, but in his creativity and thought, relying on the aquapor, he defeated our navy, relying on stirrups, he defeated my main army, relying on the Agrarian Law, he won hearts and minds, these genius inventions that Antony did not possess. Yes, Anthony is much stronger than Apis and better than us in terms of strength, but he is just a strong bull. He was too short-sighted, too self-confident, and so many shortcomings made it impossible for him to achieve anything, even with his endless wealth and the treasure of Egypt. There was a reason why Caesar's heirs did not choose him. β
Feeling the warm breeze of early spring, Octavian said calmly.
"This is also true, otherwise Apis would not have grown from an ordinary civilian officer to the current governor of Gaul and commander of the Northern Legion."
"Not anymore, three and a half months have passed since Appis disappeared in Britain, and during this time, Gaul has maintained stability on the surface, but in fact there has been great chaos inside."
Beyond the dense city center buildings of Rome, Octavian looked into the distance and continued thoughtfully.
"Bunodius has replied, and he has agreed to our terms, bringing back Appis's warship in Marseilles, anchored in the port of Capua. It just takes time, this fleet, not his private property, many sailors, crews, are still loyal to Appis. So Bunodius said he needed time to clean up these restless elements. Ribry also wrote, and Crassus the Younger was encouraged to promise to be governor of Gaul and to take charge of the government of Lugdunum, and then he and Appis's cabinet would come into conflict, and Gaul would be even more chaotic. My legions are already waiting at the border, and in the event of confusion in Gaul, six legions of heavy infantry will reach the city of Aletion. β
After Octavian finished speaking, he sighed melancholy. After half a year, his army finally had the opportunity to go out of Italy again. This time, he had to seize the opportunity to march all the way to Marseille to complete what Agrippa had not been able to do.
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"Damn it, you let those Roman pigs go! You say they're your slaves! β
The thick leather whip struck Denise's tender face, and a bloody scar immediately appeared on the white face. The Barbarian Captain is short-tempered, as it is likely that the deserters he has captured are Roman legions, and there may even be Roman officers inside. But he was let go by the girls of this tribe! If Torles had known about this, it would have been a felony above the penalty of caning. To this end, the barbarian captain poured out all his anger on the young tribal girl.
"They weren't slaves, and I wasn't their master, they were Roman soldiers. They will wash your tribe with vengeance and blood! β
Dennis was beaten and covered in blood, but he still gritted his teeth against the tribesmen.
"Traitor! You are a traitor to the Horde! Colluding with the Romans to destroy our tribe! β
The Celtic leader roared and grabbed Denise by the hair, like an angry black bear ready to bite off the neck of his prey.
"My people and I have never joined your alliance, that's wishful thinking."
Denise gritted her teeth and replied, holding back the pain.
"That's why you joined the Roman legions? Help the robbers, the dwarves, to plunder our homes? β
The anger of the Celtic leader was unquenchable.
"I never joined their legion."
"Tell me why you did it!"
"The reason is simple, Torles is a demon and he killed my father! My father didn't want to go to war, so Torles forced him to go to war! It was he who brought the war to my people! Coalition? There are no Romans, you and your tribe, and Toles, will come to conquer my tribe, and Torles has never stopped thinking of conquering other tribes. Even if the Romans don't come, my tribe and I will one day be plundered by him. β
Denise responded excitedly, her body trembling with emotion, blood dripping from the wound.
"That was the old days, but now it's different! The ghost wolf knew that we were too scattered, so he wanted to unite all the tribes and unite with each other. Unity is strength, why is Rome so strong, because they are united, there is a strong leader, and we do not, Torles is forming it all, and you, you, these ignorant and backward minds, ruined his plans! β
The Barbarian Captain roared angrily.
He saw an ignorant and naΓ―ve tribal girl standing in front of him.
Denise stopped talking, couldn't say anything more, blood running down his skin. Then, fed up, the Celtic leader ordered the hunter to cut her throat. Then, to the hunters beside them, the soldiers said
"It was claimed that the daughter of the Epitonian was killed by Roman soldiers while fleeing the insults of the Romans."
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Two days later, Apis and Klein, along with Tria's, arrived at the Roman border with Britain. The soldiers guarding the fortress quickly recognized their general, even though Appis was now stubble, dirty, and sloppy.
Maximus soon heard the noise. With the Ninth Legion, borrowed from Crassus the Younger. Now, this legion took over the task of the original Twelfth Army and guarded the borders of Britain.
"Maximus, thank the gods, you are finally here. Tell the population that the Tenth Legion was not defeated, it was only lost in the forest, we did not find the barbarians, but next time the Legion will set foot on this land again and conquer the barbarians of North Britain. β
After the meeting, Apis first explained the matter, compared to the chaos of the situation in Gaul, the evaluation of public opinion is equally important, do not let the soldiers lose confidence. In fact, the Legion was only lost, and had never been defeated head-on by the Barbarians......
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