"Damn it, you pigs, slaves, hurry up. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In the pouring rains, Rome's grain convoys got bogged down in muddy roads, even though Rome had the most advanced quadrangle in the region. But when I left Rome and went to Transgaul, the roads to and from the provinces were these rough and rotten dirt roads. When it rains, it's easy to get the wheels of a wagon stuck in a muddy dirt pit.

Appis was carrying the grain and grass on the wagon with a large group of slaves, about two hundred people. The wheels were too deep to push the wheels directly on the ground, and in desperation, the centurion who led the team ordered all the slaves to start carrying the grain on the wagon, to reduce the weight of the wagon, and to see if they could try to pull the wheels out of the mud pit.

Ever since Quintus discovered himself a slave during his last attempt, the stern and irascible Roman centurion threw Appis into the ranks of slaves, tasked with carrying supplies and food that arrived at the border every day.

Of course, this food was not used to feed the two or three hundred people in the camp, but to be sent to the large troops at the front. Apis was curious, according to his historical knowledge before he traveled, during Caesar's conquest of Gaul, all the food was basically supplied by the surrounding tribes, and those pro-Roman Gallic tribes would send food to the camp of the Roman legions, rather than relying on long-distance transportation within Rome to provide food and grass.

Just imagine, a truckload of grain and supplies, even if it departs from the Roman province of southern France, the closest to Gaul, not to mention the cost of labor and money, when it is transported to the front line of the legion, the food on the convoy may have been lost more than half, just like today, if it rains for many days, it is not known whether the grain will become moldy.

On the way, the people of the grain transport team themselves have to consume part of the grain. Therefore, it is obviously extremely irrational to transport grain from within Rome. Appis wanted to ask a question, but with the violentness of a centurion, he would not answer such a question as a slave, and besides, this low-ranking centurion probably did not know it himself.

"Damn it, bastard, stand up. Don't tell me you can't stand up. ”

In the rainstorm, before the wheels of the carriage could be fully dragged out of the mud puddle, an emaciated old slave fell to the side in pain. Quintus immediately walked over, and in his hand he came to the old man, holding the short staff of the power of the hundreds. The old man was obviously no longer alive, and fell to the ground gasping for breath in pain, covered in mud in the rain.

But the centurion did not pay attention to such a painful weakling, but walked over and lifted the old man's collar directly and rudely, when the old man was forced to stand up again. Appis could even see the old man's bony feet. Obviously, long-term illness and exertion have brought the physical strength of the elderly to the limit of overdraft.

"Stand up and get back into the ranks, or I'll stab you to death with a sword right now."

Appis stood at the back of the other carriage, watching the scene in front of him, and at first, Apis thought that the centurion would be concerned about giving the old man a piece of bread or a jug of water to relieve the old man's tired body. But in the next second, Quintus's reaction was clearly the opposite. Even, the centurion said, the silver Roman dagger was already on the old man's neck, because he was only a slave, and in Rome, officers and soldiers would not treat slaves as human beings.

Damn it!

Appis cursed in his heart, he should have thought of the result, although he was very reluctant to see such a cruel picture appear, but at this moment, he was powerless, if he stood up and spoke for the old man now, maybe the centurion would kill himself together, in the Roman army, especially now during Caesar's conquest of Gaul, Rome was not short of slaves, and their price was even only worth the price of an axe. If he stands up now and can't help the old man, the next moment, he may become an example for the Roman centurion to kill chickens and monkeys.

Enduring great pain, Apis turned his face to the side, not wanting to see this savage and cruel scene.

The old slave trembled under the centurion's sword, and in the next second, blood stained the mud beneath Quintus's feet.

It was a barbaric era, and Rome represented the most advanced and glorious civilization of this era in Europe. But the slave society is still full of cruel and brutal images. Appis knew about this before he crossed over, but when he actually faced it, he felt a lot of regret.

However, the Roman conquest of the surrounding tribes was not necessarily a bad thing, and although slavery was cruel, when you knew that the barbarian tribes in the north were still taking living people to sacrifice to the gods, you knew which side you were on.

The convoy tossed and turned until late in the evening when all the wagons were pulled back out of the muddy puddles, and by this time the torrential rain had stopped......

“**。”

After camping, Quintus angrily gathered into the soldiers' pile, sat around the roaring campfire, and kept cursing about the rainstorm today. Obviously, such bad weather makes the supply convoy arrive at the front line a little later, and what kind of punishment awaits the commander at that time, Quintus does not know, but it is better not to withhold the salary again, it doesn't matter how many lashes he takes.

A few slaves were curled up in the corner and fell asleep, like tired mules, motionless. It is also true that the physical labor during the day has exhausted them.

"You're new here?"

An emaciated-looking slave approached and sat down beside Appis. Apparently, like Appis, he was one of the few people in the slave herd who couldn't sleep.

"Well, you don't look like you've done manual work?"

Appis asked, narrowing his eyes, as he looked at his friendly slave companion. His delicate skin and thin body made people wonder at first glance, this should be a copywriter, but he entered the ranks of hard labor slaves.

"Yes, two months ago, I just came out of Adrien and was pulled into the ranks of slaves."

"What crime have you committed? To be condemned as a slave? ”

Appis curiously inquired about the victims of this foreign land, who had never known each other, from all the provinces of the Roman Republic, but now gathered together to tell about their tragic past.

"I used to live in Adrian, in a modest apartment, and my wife lived a poor, but happy life. I also have a daughter......"

Before the stars set, the moonlight shone on the Roman barracks, and in a calm and peaceful atmosphere, Titus, who was also a slave, sat with Appis, telling about his sad past. Slaves may not be born slaves, and many times, debtors and criminals will also be reduced from freedmen and citizens to miserable slaves and lose their freedom. Titus was one of them, his wife was in gambling debt and borrowed from a loan shark. When the creditor came to the door, even Titus dealt with it. That's why we have today's slave status. Previously, the emaciated man was only working in a broken ceramics factory, working on shaping ceramic models.

Titus chatted very openly about his once happy family and warm past. The poor man may have just needed a window to confide in now, and found himself. Appis, on the other hand, could not tell him more about his past......