The aisles of the city walls were crowded with Roman heavy infantry of the Parthian legions, and outside the city, the legionary infantry was also crowded with people trying to climb the walls through these two giant siege towers, and countless ladders were erected on top of the walls of Marseille. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Obviously, once the besieging heavy infantry climbs the city, there is little hope of winning this battle to defend the city.

The defenders fought and retreated, blood spilled all over the narrow aisles above the walls, and soldiers were constantly squeezed off the towers and fell to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

The two armies huddled above the tower, swords stabbing each other back and forth, and the soldiers fell one by one, their skin slashed and their bare entrails all over the place. And in the city, there is already chaos. The flames are blazing.

Raguris was surrounded by a dozen Roman heavy infantry regiments, and the corpses of the soldiers of the city guards lay beside the municipal magistrate. Or pierced through the body by a large arrow, or pierced through the skin by the sword of the Legion's heavy infantry. Blood was all over the floor.

Then, a dozen Octavian's legionary heavy infantry approached Lagulis without saying a word. In their eyes, they only had wealth, and they didn't care what position the Roman official in front of them was, and in fact, these low-ranking infantrymen didn't know Lagulis at all......

In the slaughter of Qi Brush, the commander of the defense of the city, Raguris, was pierced through the body by a dozen short swords. Blood gushed out of the shattered body like a mass of flesh, and screams of pain hovered over the towers of Marseille. Eventually, Octavian's soldiers pulled up the gates of the city, and a large number of legionnaires poured into the city like a group of hungry bandits. Plunder began.

Quelas, the commander of the legion in charge of the siege, led a personal guard to the luxurious Roman villa on the hill of Rinoradin in the city.

"Honorable Lady Tertilla. I'm sorry that our siege campaign has left mobs in every corner of the city, and I've heard that you've sent all the guards of your villa to the front lines, so you're lucky to have survived this riot unscathed. ”

In front of Appis's private mansion, Queiras stood in front of the house's mistress Tertila with a wicked smile on his face. Although the etiquette is exhausted, it is full of ridicule. It's just that Tertira doesn't have the right to resist at the moment. In the face of absolute force, any noble status and verbal struggle are in vain. But Tertilla still tried his best to maintain his rightful identity and status.

"The mob will not storm my courtyard, for they know how Appis treats them poor people. Also, what are you doing here? Was it Octavian's special order? Let me go back to Rome as a loser? Become a doll for him to tease? ”

Quelas's guards surrounded the mansion on the hill, and not even a single fly could fly out. However, Tertila remained calm, and questioned the Roman officer in front of him without humility or arrogance.

"You're so smart. Young Caesar himself does want to invite you back to Rome, but he doesn't make fun of you, Tertiera. Young Caesar meant to want you to be his guest. Your mother and his mother are still old friends, so let's catch up. Also, it's been a long time since you've been back to Rome to visit your mother, Seville, right? She misses you so much now, and it is said that she regrets kicking you out of the house. I regret that I listened to Brutus. ”

"That's my mother's business."

In the face of Quelas's malicious accosting, Tertila appeared to be calm. But at the same time, she was ready to leave Marseille and go to Rome. Today, these Roman GIs who came here to knock on the door did not come to visit them, but to kidnap them. Yes, it's no different from kidnapping. The servants and slaves behind him stood quietly in the courtyard, waiting for the decision of these Roman officers. Today, the words of the fat commander in front of them may determine the fate of their future lives.

"Oh oh yes, I almost forgot, it's your family's business. I don't want to talk about it. It's just that the people of Rome may have a discussion. ”

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Tertilla was silent, and looked coldly at the high-flying Roman legionary officer in front of him. Once upon a time, even Octavian had to be respectful to himself, but now a small army commander can threaten himself with such sarcasm. But the reality is that this is the case.

"Okay, let's gossip no more. The purpose for which I am here today has been made clear. Venerable Tertilla, you must go back with us, young Caesar is waiting for you in Rome, and your mother is waiting for you in Rome. And your sister Juniera, well, she's also waiting for you to go back. Home, one day I have to go back. ”

Queiras hinted in a proud tone.

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"Wait, I have one last request."

After Queiras finished speaking, several Roman soldiers were about to break in, but they were stopped by Tertilla.

"Tell me, if you have any other requirements, as long as I can do it, I will do my best to meet it."

Queiras continued to return "respectfully".

"I want these slaves to follow me back to Rome and not be abused and humiliated by you."

Tertira said righteously.

"This is a little more difficult, Venerable Tertilla, you should know that Octavian's request was for you to return to Rome alone, and not to take with so many servants. When you return to Rome, there will naturally be new slaves and servants who will take care of your household affairs. But not these people. ”

Queiras replied.

And Tertilla knew that Octavian was actually going to arrange eyeliner by his side. The days of returning to Rome must have been like captivity, everything done was necessarily under surveillance, and every word spoken, the servants might report to Octavian. It would be a prison cell studded with gold jewels.

"Then how do you guarantee that my servants won't be insulted by your GIs after I leave here?"

Tertila knew that it was impossible to bring these people back, so she had to do her best to protect those who had followed her for many years.

"I can assure you that after you leave this villa, my soldiers will never touch your former minions. In fact, it is not necessary. There is already enough loot in the city. ”

Queiras said, a sly smile on the corner of his mouth. This made Tertila feel extremely disgusted for a moment.

Looking back at this gorgeous villa, Tertila was uneasy, this luxurious villa was specially built for himself by Appis, here, there are pictures of them laughing and laughing, sleeping together by the pillow, and watching their daughter Nevia grow up, and now, it is all about saying goodbye.

Marseille finally fell, and Tertila took her daughter Nevia on a long journey to Rome. And Apis ushered in the darkest moment of his life......