The word board in Li Bida's hand kept trembling, what would Afranius do next? Quite simply, he would send good news to the Senate, whether it was those who stayed in Rome or those who followed Pompey to Africa, "Caesar is finished, his three legions have done nothing, they all died under my sword, and now it's time for a counterattack!" ”

The following scenario can be imagined, with the majority of the senators rebelling again, the city-states and tribes of Italy, the East, and Spain shaking violently, and even Caesar's newly conquered Gaul showing unstable movements.

No, now is not the time for me to dismantle the stage, if Caesar finishes ahead of schedule, I will also be a general!

"First of all, do your best to complete the handover ceremony of the city of Massella, while they are still unaware."

"Then the Ligurian Legion was left to maintain law and order in the area, and the Seventh Legion stationed in Tun Gaul was also informed to prepare for the rebellion."

"In the end, the other three legions followed me!" Sabo struggled to record these things on the word board, but sooner, Li Bida had already put on his armor and sword, and was ready to ride into the city of Maceria as much as he could, and he could not panic in the slightest, otherwise he would inevitably be suspected.

And at this time in the city, little Cato proudly walked out of the house, and the Sicilian soldiers who stood guard in front of him, saw Cato suddenly come out, and nervously pressed the hilt of their swords, but they were not the rascals under Triali after all, and as soldiers, they were still in awe of the greatest citizen of the republic.

"Put away your sword, am I not the supreme commander of this city, this army?" Cato the Younger faced the sword. Fearlessly, hold your chest forward. "If you and your generals. If you think it is a great honor to bind me up and sacrifice me to the enemies of the Republic, please do it! At this moment the soldiers from Sicily began to clamor and resent, and they began to feel ashamed and resentful of their actions, and shouted to the centurion, "Our deeds can be crucified, that is, disobedience and betrayal of the supreme superior, and the loss of honor as generals." ”

The centurion was powerless to stop the spread of this sentiment. Hundreds of soldiers all over the street were excited, and they came forward, picked up little Cato, and shouted that he would never be delivered into the hands of the enemy, and some of the elders of the city of Marcellia, who had befriended him, also came to say that there were still a few intact ships in the dockyard, and that they could go out from the water gate of the western wall, and go to Spain by the Renus River, so that a small number of men would be more likely to escape.

"Fellows, citizens. Why should we run away? The Romans were always on the verge of death to deal a fatal blow to a powerful enemy. After so many years of experience, this truth has not been proven? After the Battle of Cannae, almost all the citizens of Rome were killed in battle, and we were not defeated by the leadership of the specially chosen fathers, by the support of the resolute surviving citizens, and by the struggle to free the slaves—now that the enemies outside the city mistakenly thought that we had surrendered, their commander, and Caesar's most powerful accomplice, would immediately walk in along the acropolis walls with his guards, and all we had to do was what we had to do! Cato the Younger deliberately left this question to the soldiers, for he was familiar with these men, whom he had personally recruited from Sicily.

A skinny centurion was the first to shout passionately, "Let's take the opportunity to ambush on both sides of the street and kill Li Bida!" ”

"Kill Li Bida! Kill Li Bida! Hundreds of soldiers drew their swords and spoke in unison.

Then, in front of the tent, a multitude of soldiers of all colors sat cross-legged on the earthen ramparts, raising their hands and complaining to the commander-in-chief, protesting why it was necessary to take over the surrender of this dying city at such a moment, was it not the most unprofitable deal? But the calm face of Li Bida did not make any answer, but stepped on Mattia's back, stepped on a tall Spanish Boer horse, he was still the same as the ordinary Roman generals, blue and white feather helmet, scarab gold cloak, holding a baton symbolizing power, behind him six men holding shackles of sticks immediately ran to the front to open the way, and then under the foot retinue of the Medejie guard, with dozens of generals and horse slaves, along the passage between the earthen ramparts, blowing trumpets, Slowly walk towards the ruins under the Acropolis.

By this time the gates of Marcelia had been opened, and all the nobles, elders, and members of the Chamber of Commerce were crouching on both sides of the street, their heads hanging and waiting for the conquistador's horseshoe to cross.

"Marcelicus, Marcelicus." Whispering such a title, he rode to the city gate surrounded by his retinue, and pointed his baton at Tri Ali, the leader of the city, who immediately hunched over and strode forward, kissing the shoes and saddle of Caesar's chief lieutenant, but several centurions pushed him away again, and then searched for him to carry a dagger and a hidden weapon.

"We are the winners, and we don't have to." Under his carefully trimmed beard, he spat out these words with his lips, full of pity and insult, and stopped the rough centurion, and then he asked Triali: "I can't think of it, we meet again." ”

Terry Ali was embarrassed and flattering, "Yes, the contemptible people are mainly held hostage by this city-state, and at the moment when the contemptible people were ready to throw themselves at you, Marcelia closed the gates and forced me to be the commander, but my heart has always longed for the light, as evidenced by letters. ”

When he saw that Li Bida's eyes were looking away, with a contemptuous smile, he was a little flustered, he knew the friendship between Li Bida and Claudius, so he continued to humbly inquire about the tone, "I'm like this, it should be regarded as a timely uprising, right?" I don't know whether the conditions given to me by His Excellency Caesar in advance can be fulfilled, but this is the key to whether the enemy is willing to defect on the battlefield later. ”

"I'm more concerned about whether little Cato has fled the city?" Li Bida knocked him on the back with a baton, meaning that he didn't have to go on with shameless slander, and when the other party heard this, he knew that it was okay to discuss, so he replied excitedly that little Cato was under the supervision of his subordinates and could not escape.

At this moment, in the blazing ruins of the street, Li Bida let go of the reins and laughed, for he understood that Tri Ali was not lying—at the end, hundreds of Tri Ali's men were "escorting" his coveted prey, Cato the Younger, towards the square in front of the town hall.

"Sabo, let's go, little Cato won't come to me, he's a haughty man, I have to go see him, and in front of him, all the people have to dismount, understand?" After speaking, Li Bida easily raised his baton, dismounted in the cheerful music, and walked to the square with a group of people. (To be continued......)