Just as the two women left Rome for their "war", the Senate finally said that Caesar could be authorized to go to war under the pressure of the people, and gave a budget to allow Caesar to "recruit the additional troops needed" in Gaul or the Po Valley, but that they must be "disbanded on the spot" after the war, so that Caesar's 13th and 14th legions could be settled.

Along the way, the villages around the Rubicon River celebrate this year's harvest with the grand festival of "Esoria" (the 18th day of the eighth month of the old calendar), or Kurajin Festival, where young people with sheep skulls and wine cans sing and sing, and there is no sense of the raging war on the Alpine side.

The season seems to be peaceful, but Yulia still reminds Potty to protect the children and pay attention to the movements of these bodyguards around him, because there are always small groups of bandits along the Po River, some digging graves, some robbing merchants and villages, including the Venetti tribe in the Adriatic Gulf (near present-day Venice) have a good habit of killing and robbing people, as the moving air becomes colder and colder, Potti, who is holding little Leo and Corinna, feels that they are getting closer and closer to the northern Gaul, when suddenly an ominous wind blows at night, The torches outside the sedan chair began to shake violently, and Potty was afraid in her heart, but when she saw Yulia talking calmly on the sedan in front of her, her heart became much more peaceful, she raised her hand to extinguish the lights around her, wrapped the blanket around Li Bida's flesh and bones, and the two children cleverly closed their mouths, took their mother's hand and jumped down, hid on the other side of the wheel, stared at the depths of the night, where there was a stream full of trees. There was a faint shadow of people and torches. Walk in the direction of the sedan car.

If it's a horse bandit or a Venetti barbarian. She must pull the child and run towards the nearest city under the escort of Paruma and several skilled gladiators, while Yulia will command the rest of the men and horses to guard the money and insist on resisting, which is the division of labor that she and Yulia have long discussed, "In case of a dangerous attack, you will leave with the child." But keep the money, or the hired bodyguards will soon give up their resistance, for they will not see a good reward. When the time comes, it will be easier for both of us, and we will both die. Even though the two women exaggerated the possible danger, Yulia calmly devised a contingency strategy like a military tribune.

The crowd, all cloaked in dark cloaks and carrying torches, led by a slender mantle, asked in fluent Latin, "Even if it's the time of the Kurajin Festival." The women and children on your two sedan chairs are too old, so allow me to ask you for directions. Are you going to war-ridden Gaul? ”

"It's none of yours, stranger. Please don't be a bad idea, my husband is Caesar's right-hand man. Yulia said to the one who took the lead, trying to cheer herself up, and secretly ordered the bodyguards to line up and prepare for battle.

When the tall man and the guy next to him heard this, they laughed and declared themselves, "Dear lady, please don't take us for bad people, my name is Longinus. Cassiillo, the treasurer of the province of Illyria, and the one beside me is Quintus, the brother of the great Cicero. We had come from Apollonia in Epirus, and in response to the call of His Excellency Caesar, the governor of Gaul, to go there with some men, for Your Excellency had two new legions, and we were to be appointed lieutenants. ”

After saying that, the tall man took off his cloak and illuminated his Roman cuirass, with a characteristic tattoo, and asked Yulia not to worry again, when Potty suddenly mustered up the courage to ask the other party if he was familiar with Brutus, Cassiyo chuckled lowly, and said that it was natural, and that his wife Portia was a sick man, but his friend still loved her deeply.

This identity was assured, for Porti had heard Portia mention him as a man who could command fleets. Next, it was Cassio's turn to ask, and he asked Yulia's husband which commander he was.

"Of the Twelfth Legion."

"Oh, the commander whose fate is uncertain on the Akuta proclamation? Women, you are probably anxious to visit him, right? But don't worry, your men should be alive and well, otherwise Quintus and I will now receive Caesar's paperwork, and we will definitely have to go to the Twelve Legions, but fortunately, we have not received such a document so far. ”

When it was dawn, Cassiio consciously walked with his soldiers in front of the sedan chariot procession, and took up the duties of guards, with the protection of regular soldiers, and the journey became safer, and when Julia carefully inquired when Caesar's army would enter the winter camp, Cassiyo said that once the war with the Sweevers was over, the army would enter Besançon to rest.

"What is Besançon, not Milan? So, the war in Gaul, even after the defeat of the Sewefers, did not end? ”

When confronted with this crucial question, even Cassiyo only smiled and did not answer, believing that women did not need to know these messages. Cassiyo was a very pale, thin man, and a fire burned inside him, which burned his outward appearance into obscurity, and only his shrewd eyes stood out, and Quintus's expression was much more resolute than that of his brother, who intended to send him to the army to sharpen his own shortcomings.

At this moment, in the camp outside Besançon, an arrow feather with a sneering sound of breaking the wind sank into the target made of leather.

"You know how to shoot arrows? Or rather, I should have thought that you tribes have the skills of archery. Li Bida, who was sitting on the chair next to the shooting range, said to Dussonville, who was armed with a bow and arrow, while Milou and Tagus, who were next to him, were expressionless, as if they had not seen the chief's amazing archery skills, and even when Junisonvier heard the commander's praise, he looked indifferent.

It is not uncommon for the Gallic chieftain to have such an attitude, as the civilizations of the western Mediterranean prided themselves on the use of spears, swords, and swords, and their idol was the mythical hero Achilles, who wanted to give his enemies a spearhead forged in bronze. In the east, Egypt, Asia Minor, Bosphorus and other places are famous for the use of bows and arrows, and their idol is the Trojan prince Paris, who shot the mysterious "Apollo Plague" (in the Trojan War, the Greek coalition called the Trojan bow and arrow, because the parabolic arrows would silently take people's lives), taking people's lives hundreds of Roman feet away. (To be continued......)