"They are all rumors, and now all of Gaul is spreading the news that the master has died in battle. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

At the Tertiera Mansion in Marseille, his servants told the terrible news in horror. Although the rumors are just rumors, they are enough to make the hearts of the entire mansion jump, in this era of war and chaos, once they lose their backers, no one knows what their fate will be, falling into the hands of the next Roman noble? What kind of enslavement is it? At least Abyss is still very good to them.

"Shut up! My husband could not have died at the hands of a foreign race. He was blessed by Mars, the god of war. Did you know? He once roamed alone in the forest for three months and even killed a giant bear! He is the one who is blessed by God, and he will not die. ”

Tertila stopped his servant with a loud voice, and the next moment, the woman, who was strong on the outside but extremely fragile on the inside, wept bitterly. Because, even if she has faith and hopes and longing for the future, it is true that the streets of Marseille are full of pedestrians, hawkers, and citizens who are spreading about it. People mourn for the Roman heroes who resisted the Germans. It was as if Tertila could see the sympathetic and pitiful gazes cast by the passers-by. Although they may not know themselves.

"Carla, help me get to Rome and contact Cicero. My husband Abyss, they are best friends and I need help. I will write to Cicero, and you will help me to deliver this letter to Cicero himself. ”

Tertilla said, with a look of grief and indignation in her eyes, like a giant recovering from a huge blow. She lay on the desk on the windowsill, writing the sincere letters, indeed, in Marseille she had no friends, no one to ask for help, only in Rome she had friends, and Cicero was undoubtedly the most direct person she could think of at the moment. Tertilla must know the truth about Abys. What the hell happened to him in Germania? Public opinion can be fake, but Cicero can get first-hand information, which Teltila knows, and in addition, she does rely on what opinions and suggestions the old man can give herself, at such a moment.

The servant stared respectfully and nervously at his mistress, writing back and forth on the papyrus in standard and fine Latin. Outside the window, a crow landed on the branch of a fig tree, cried a few times in the afterglow of the setting sun, and then spread its wings and flew into the distance. Directions to Rome......

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"General, the rebels have retreated."

On the northern battlefield of Lugdurum, after the bloody battle, the corpses of the Gallic infantry were left on the gentle slopes, as well as the Roman infantry who had been pierced by artillery stones and large arrows. Serio sadly walked across the battlefield and reported the outcome of the battle to the legion commander Rabinus. Trebny's army lost 1,600 warriors, including 500 of the Romans' legionary infantry and the rest of the Gauls. This figure would have been overjoyed by the usual conquest of foreign races, but at this moment, hundreds of people who died at the hands of the Thirteenth Legion were Romans, some of whom had even been their comrades...... Abyss repeatedly told him not to enter the battle if he could, but now it seems that the battle is inevitable. Although the scale is not large, Rabinus does not know that in the next few days, the opposing commander will not lead an army to attack.

"Let the soldiers rest, tonight, the fifth brigade patrols and stands guard, and the other soldiers go into the camp to sleep, the soldiers are so tired, their hands are covered with too filthy blood. Repentance is required. The wounded are placed in hospitals, and we need to repent and pray to the gods. ”

Labinus gave the order wearily.

The camp of the Thirteenth Legion on the high ground lit a bonfire at night, however, it was not a celebration, and the warriors sat by the fire and said nothing. Silently repented.

"Rabinus, do you say that by now, Abyss has infiltrated the city of Lugdurum? Has Flamini been captured? He's so bold. At the beginning, if Abyss had not led the army, I am afraid that Gaul would have been Germanic by this time. ”

During the night, Levius silently walked up to Labenus, sat down, looked at the roaring bonfire, and asked the old legion commander Labinus. They were comrades-in-arms who had just cooperated, but they seemed to have been cooperating together for more than ten years, and they were divided into groups, and Levius would not laugh at and despise Rabinus because of his civilian background, and even, Levius expressed his admiration for Labius's impressive military achievements. It was the highest pride and glory of the Romans.

"I don't know, who knows? The gods know, however, they will not answer us, they never care about the affairs of the world. ”

Rabinus returned with a self-deprecating smile.

"Regardless of the affairs of the world? So why do we still pray to them for their blessings? ”

"Because our hearts need a window to the ethereal gods about our predicaments, our troubles, our expectations. However, the gods will only sit on their thrones and laugh at our insignificance. They will say, look, these are stupid mortals, who think they can be blessed by us, but how wicked, how filthy they are in action and in their hearts. ”

"Oh my God, Rabinus, you don't believe in the gods?"

Livius was surprised by Labinus's answer.

"The gods only use them to deceive the soldiers, and I will tell you, that the best priests know how to make the bowels of a pig supple and shiny, and how to make the livers of goats ruddy and delicious. So much for. Both Abyss and Caesar had used countless tricks. However, I did not see the gods wrath because of this. That's how they are, sitting in the sky, silent, motionless. ”

Rabinus spoke, suddenly laughing, his wrinkles were already deep, and it was clear that the vicissitudes of time had left a deep imprint on him. It's like an old man telling stories from the past. A veteran general who had participated in the Gallic Wars and the Roman Civil War, Livius was like a child compared to Rabinus. You know, Levius hadn't experienced a single battle before Abyss took him out of Rome. It's just a noble kid in the city of Rome who has no worries about food and clothing. Although his father told him some spooky stories about political elections, he never experienced them firsthand.

"Levius, tell you one more thing."

Rabinus's expression suddenly became serious.

"Huh?"

"Before he left, Abyss gave me an order, and he said that if within fifteen days there was no news of the capture of Flamini and the liberation of Lugdurum from Lugdurum, let the XIII Army attack the city."

Rabinus turned his head and said calmly.