In this way, Caesar's approach to the Helvetians still has some hints of communiqué and personal vendetta in it? But this is nothing to Caesar, Li Bida has emphasized many times that this gentleman has always been a figure who will completely combine "public" and "private".

Sure enough, from the next day, in the crooked gorges of the Alps, there were a constant number of soldiers of the legion coming out in large groups or hundreds, and these people who had suffered from the march walked down the stormy valley and suddenly came to the shore of Lake Leman in April and felt the spring and the beautiful scenery, all of them felt like a dream, but soon the beating of the canes of Caesar's centurions brought them back to reality: had they finished drinking wine and hot bread? Have you recovered your strength? When all is well, go back to your job and dig along the south bank of the Rhone River!"

To the surprise of Libida, he asked Sabo to carefully count the numbers and numbers of the legions gathered in the gorge, and found that the Eighth and Ninth Legions of Gaul, as well as his own Illyrian Twelfth Legion, had been taken one after another, but interestingly, the Seventh Legion led by Rabinus himself, and the Fifteenth Legion of Illyria under Appis had disappeared.

But what surprised him even more was that the two legions did not come to the Geneva garrison, but His Excellency Caesar, as the commander-in-chief, ignored them, as if he did not have these two numbers under his command, and even if Li Bida mentioned it, Caesar only smiled, and then turned the topic to inquire about the progress of the fortifications.

In fact, in about ten days, the fortifications on the south bank of the Long River were completed, and after the stretch of deer and wooden fences, the 12th Army Corps was stationed on the rightmost Jura Mountain, and the Balantia Mountain Falcon flag marked Li Bida in full military uniform. Under the rising sun on the eleventh day. I saw the dense camp workshop of the Helvetites opposite. Countless smoke rose from the stove, "We may bear no less than 80,000 people on this side, because Aase has the most here." Behind him, Milou and Pope came up and said, "Even if the trenches and the wooden fences are all available, we only need one legion in this area, five thousand men. In this case, there are sieves everywhere. ”

"I still don't understand, why the two legions have lost their traces, the governor doesn't even ask, these two legions can be used as second-line reserves, they can improve the entire blockade line, but where have they all gone now?" Li Bida's mood was a little anxious, he always felt that there was some pre-made agreement between Caesar and Labinus and Apis, but this kind of secret that excluded him made him feel like a fish in his throat.

At this moment, the spearheads at the bottom of the mountain suddenly rushed out of the long grass that had been ambushed in advance. Holding a heavy javelin, he intimidated the Helvitian warrior who rode through Asase without permission. He was stopped before he approached the fence, because according to Caesar's request, after the fortifications were built and completed, anyone who reached the fence should be killed on the spot, and this order was obviously directed against the Helvetians, and Caesar also clearly wanted to provoke war, but in reality, both Libida and the barbarians on the opposite side were very cautious - the Helvetians kept their promises, and they did not want to go to war with Caesar for the time being; And Li Bida, the front-line commanders, wanted to be safe, and no one wanted to be sent back to Rome for "illegal war" and be tried by the Hundred-member Civic Council under the instructions of the Senate.

As a result, the braid Helvetians were taken up to the Jura Mountains, and Li Bida looked at this blonde and blue-eyed man, who should have been the ancestors of the Swiss nation, and suddenly had a sense of historical joy: these barbarians, who were regarded as nothing but herding and robbing at this moment, were actually famous for opening banks and manufacturing precision machinery two thousand years later.

The warrior pointed to the heavens and to the earth, and said something excitedly, and as Sabo understood and translated, this man, who was complaining to the gods, for what your Excellency the Governor, would break his promise to build military fortifications for the promised period, and to hoard a large number of ballistas and throwing guns.

Li Bida shrugged his shoulders and said, "I am also acting on orders on this point, so you may as well stay in the camp first, and I will report your doubts to the governor, hoping to give you a reasonable explanation." Then he said to little Hortensius, "Go and report the matter to Your Excellency the Governor!" ”

Then he whispered to Sabo next to him: "Stay with this person for a little longer, delay!" ”

Of course, Lybida had a way of delaying the Helvetian, and many of the Celtic tribes north of the Po River had the same characteristic, they loved to drink wine, especially wine, and many Gallic men would sell their children for a jar of wine in order to drink this delicious liquid. But this alcoholic ethos, according to Caesar's understanding, has not yet spread to the valleys and forests north of the Alps, but Li Bida firmly believes that the racial genes are all figured out, even if the Helvetian warrior in front of him has never been exposed to alcohol before, but it is as easy for him to fall in love with this thing as it is for Russians to fall in love with airplane antifreeze, "in the United States you drink vodka, in the Soviet it is vodka that drinks you".

Sure enough, in the evening, the warrior kept asking for the "god-given drink" in the camp where he lived alone, and he knew that it was a separate treasure of the Libida, made from the finest grapes in the Greek countryside, and that a amphora pot cost fifty dinars, and the samurai kept drinking, and gradually howled happily, and then danced enthusiastically, and when the time was ripe, Libida sent in a few more Ligurian prostitutes.

In this way, for the next two or three days, the warrior did not even mention the word Caesar.

And Caesar, who had received the report, easily pressed the sand table with his hand, and his eyes were fixed on the other passes in the Alps, where the "whereabouts" of the Seventh and Eleventh Legions were naturally there—as long as Rabinus and Appis rushed out at the same time, they would cut off the Helvetians' way to the Sekhoni Gorge, and the three and a half legions in his hands would follow behind, waiting for the fate of this huge tribe, which was to sit on the ground and be annihilated.

Even worse, the empathetic Lybidaeus was very good at delaying their envoys in the Jura to gain precious time to prepare for battle—in fact, on the fourteenth day, the drunken warrior of diplomatic duty stood in front of Caesar.

"Your ministry has no excuse for condemning me, for I have only said to give me two market days to consider, but you have not promised not to build legionary fortifications, for this is what every Roman legionary cantonment does, and it is the custom of the Roman people. Besides, I am waiting for the decree of the Senate, so whether I make peace or war with your ministry is within the scope of possibility. This time Caesar's tone was full of unquestionable.

Then the drunken samurai cried out, "Has the senate decreed been issued?"

Caesar rolled down the sleeves of his robe and said with a serious expression: "The edict has not yet been issued, but I, as the supreme governor of the province, can give such an order - that is, you are not allowed to cross the Rhone River and set foot on the land of my province!" (To be continued......)