And at this time, Cicero had already been so angry that little Cato walked away,

Cato the Younger's nephew looked confused, and Cassiio said directly, "With all due respect, we are no match for Caesar when it comes to buying nobles, and if you are no longer willing to invest in the commoners, we will be defeated in any official election." ”

"Isn't it just a bribe? This is the greatest cancer in the body of the Republic, and every citizen, who is supposed to be upright, is putting his vote at the price of his vote, and I am at once the Counsellor to correct this bad habit, and it is his duty for a true Roman citizen to be inspired by virtue and nobility. Little Cato passed by the corner of a few filthy beggars, and without even glancing his spare eyes, spoke hurriedly.

"But you have not finished your words, uncle, and it should be described as such, that there are two ways in which any citizen of any nation can be inspired, one is virtue, and the other is money, but the latter is always more effective than the former." Just as Brutus was about to argue, Felipas grabbed him by the shoulders and said only to his son-in-law, Cato the Younger, "You must correct the bad habits of the Republic until you have succeeded in running for Archjury or Consul." ”

"And now Caesar and Pompey are full of henchmen, like rats in the drain of Maximus, greedily inquiring about the position of consul even in three years." Casillo's words are a complement to Felipas.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, little Cato stopped a little sadly, turned his back to everyone, and then touched his chin, and raised his bare feet to rub it. Even in the coldest winter, little Cato was only dressed in a sleeveless wool toga and barefoot. It almost became his personal signature. Ordinary citizens and soldiers of Rome would have joked. Ladies and gentlemen, how do you tell if winter is coming? Do not be superstitious about the priests in the temple with the calendar book, when Cato put on that half-worn wool robe, winter will come punctually.

"Well, friends, I have promised you that the remaining money will be used to pay off my father-in-law's debts, and the other half will be used for the election of my brother-in-law Dumijus for consulship. And also. When Gabinus goes to Cyprus next year, that Lybida will have to be forced to surrender his military power, and I will pay attention to this matter - the only one who can defeat the poisonous scorpion is the king of the desert, the poisonous cobra. Little Cato calmly stomped his recuperated foot on the ground twice, and went on until the deep golden sun spilled his slightly pale gray hair.

In the early spring of the island of Cyprus, a huge gilded cobra was raised high, and the piper Ptolemy stood on a light two-wheeled chariot with a blue battle crown. He is dressed in leather and armor, and his waist is carved with an ornate bow and arrow. Holding the golden power mark, accompanied by the court and his daughter, standing on the hill outside Salamis is really majestic.

Li Bida rode a pure white owl up the mountain in the flowers, and saluted the piper straight.

Pharaoh nodded heavily and excitedly, and then raised the weight in his hand, and slowly turned around, sixteen trumpeters of the Thirteenth Legion wearing wolfskin cloaks puffed out their cheeks and blew a surging tune, and the guards around Pharaoh shouted and raised their spears, and at this time, under the hill, the first subsidiary cavalry brigade to walk, they rode horses that had just been purchased from Piosia, Greece, which was a very spirited medium-sized foal, lined up in a dense formation, and the harnesses, shields and swords rubbed and collided with each other, making a very intoxicating sound for the people on the battlefield, The knight at the front held a flag engraved with the portrait of King Numa, which was the first request of Li Bida, because the traditional legion brigade unit does not have an independent flag, only the 100th team holds an iron hand silver ring (the number of silver bad represents the number of complete 100 people), and the rest of the 100 teams all look at the flag of the 100th team, there is no difference between them, and now the 13th legion has an independent form of flag for each branch of the army, so that the command signal can be more convenient to reach the teams.

Just as the pharaoh was constantly bowing his head in approval, the attached cavalry brigade suddenly rushed out of a horizontal team, they drew their bows and arrows on horseback, and swished, and the targets erected on the edge of the hill were hit, and the little queen was the first to applaud, and then soon evolved into a shout all over the mountain.

Then came the attached archers, wearing Athenian flat cavalry helmets, leather upper garments decorated with armor plates, raising bows of various shapes in their hands, their flags were silver-plated centipedes, and shouted to the pharaohs on the hill.

"The invincible legion has worked hard!"

"Serve Pharaoh!"

The main infantry brigade that followed, with their different helmets, armor, and shields, was worthy of the Thirteen Legions from all over the world, and the glorious tradition of this team was evident from their attire, their banner was the golden fly, which in ancient times was a symbol of plague and death, and they believed that their sword could bring these horrors to their enemies.

"The invincible legion has worked hard!"

"We are all Pharaoh's dead servants!"

The 1,000-man brigades of the 13th and 12th legions, which were slightly adopted sons of regular armies, wore locks, legional shields, and heavy javelins, and held the Catiline Iron Hand and Lion Banners, the former was carried by the energetic Spaniard Tagus, and the latter was held by the scarred Highbrida, and in the middle was the drunken military tribune Marco. Anthony.

"The invincible legion has worked hard!" The pipers' voices are a little hoarse, but their interest and energy are still high.

"See you again in Alexandria!" The two brigades of a thousand men turned their faces sideways, raised their flags, and shouted to the pharaoh in this simple Greek in unison.

The last to come was the Legion's killer weapon, the cavalry artillery detachment, who sat on four-wheeled Celtic chariots, holding Cobra flags, and galloped to Long Beach with a roar of cheers, and then quickly unloaded the ballista and set up the firing position, where in the shallow water were moored several abandoned ships, which had been specially pulled as target ships.

Saab Kemus, who commanded by the ballista position, was listless, he knew that this thing was acting, and on the battlefield or on the sea, except for a fixed fortress, how could an enemy or a ship stand still like this? Moreover, the cavalry artillery of the Thirteenth Legion is not as well-trained and battle-hardened as the Twelfth Legion, so they can only fight this kind of immobile target ship, anyway, it is just to look majestic and fool the pharaoh.

"Toot-toot-toot." Sabo's whistle was also soft, but the commanders around him looked nervous, and the flame tongue flag in his hand was constantly raised and lowered, and the cavalry artillery position over there began to shout. (To be continued......)