"Man is an animal by nature." - Aristotle

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In the uninterrupted gale of the hinterland of Lusitania all year round, a banner embroidered with stags was waving in the wind, and a certain market town enclosed by arched mountain walls was attacked by bandits who suddenly came from all the roads, and the bandits on foot, all with strong bows and arrows, from the very beginning of the day they threw rockets into all the buildings without interruption, and the small fires quickly burned into a large fire, and the only road leading to the streets of the market town was cut off by the light cavalry with simple bowl helmets or amphorae that came galloping later. These men were all dressed as standard Lusitanian barbarian cavalrymen, each with a Spanish dogleg knife in hand, and wantonly pursued the weeping and fleeing inhabitants.

"Seventeenth, seventeenth! Wowhaha, I've been suffocating for several years, and now it's indulgent and happy. I am the embodiment of General Sethouris, and I will be resurrected after twenty years to seek revenge on Pompey! "On a variegated Spain, a well-armored bandit leader, shaking an iron helmet with antlers on his head, shouted loudly, looking at the smoke and dust billowing down the mountain, triumphant.

As he said, this is the seventeenth Lusitania market town raided by Combano, originally this Jiangyang thief, after killing Papina under the instruction of Li Bida, absorbed a lot of the old troops of the former "one-eyed dragon" Sethuris, and brought many tribes who still had their hearts on this general, and secretly took refuge in him, so he has been hiding in the mountains between Lusitania and Far Spain, and he has been doing some green forest work on weekdays. It's not a strange thing on this land anyway. has been waiting for news from Li Bida from afar.

When the civil war broke out. Li Bida sent him information as soon as possible, so Combano was the first to raise the flag here like a businessman who could be proficient in internal information in all eras, and took advantage of his fame and convenience. Now that Caesar has crossed the Rubicon, the time has come, so he has once again unveiled his efforts to kill Pompey's forces in Spain!

How to say it, in that era, what to do did did with the help of superstition, this is a routine designed by Li Bida for him a long time ago, to say that it is also because of the fame of Sethouris in Spain, so this fake Combano did something, and the number of people instantly had as many as 3,000. There are also thousands of horses, so they are best at guerrilla raids. Active in the central region of Lusitania. However, although the tone is very large, Cambano is not a fool, he never attacks a strong fortress with a garrison, and basically does not cross the line to find bad luck in the Spanish provinces, so there are Pompey's elite regular legions stationed in the cantonment, so what suffers for him is the new governor of Lusitania, Marcus. Varro.

Varro, who was sixty-three years old at the time, a well-established scholar, mature, majestic, and in his "golden season," would boast to his friends, "I have written three hundred and eighty books in Latin and Greek, covering dozens of subjects, including poetry, satirical poetry, literary theory, linguistics, science, geography, history, education, philosophy, law, theology, agriculture, etc., and my dream is to live to be eighty years old and to write five hundred volumes." Then I gave all the writings to the Plemar study that Luculas had built during his lifetime, and when the time came, not to have any title engraved on my epitaph, but only one, 'Varro, the greatest naturalist of Rome', and that's it. In the six months since the start of the war, Combano's unscrupulous lightning raids have made him so broken that he can no longer write and create, and the remarks of urgency and complaints everywhere are swarming, but he really can't understand the whereabouts of this horse bandit who claims to be a one-eyed general, and on the first day he still appears in the city of Cadiz, which is close to the strait, and on the second day he will continue to plunder hundreds of Rome and abroad.

Therefore, the elder Varro could only divide the defense point, and throw the whole vast countryside away, and in fact, although he was Pompey's party in the outside world, he still had a close relationship with Caesar, and Caesar held him like a boast of Cicero, "Even if you are eighty years old and want to leave this world, your luggage may require twenty of the most calculating Phoenician financial slaves, and you can't take care of it, so leave some for this ignorant world!" Caesar's words of praise will always make him feel indescribable.

Therefore, although Varro had a regular legion in his hand and a new legion in the Roman colony of Lusitania, he kept these two legions in his hands and kept a close eye on the changes in the situation, because now even he knew that in such troubled times, soldiers are kings.

When the soldiers had plundered the market town and put all the coins and wine in baskets and put them in front of him, the man smiled even more happily, and at the foot of the hill a group of cavalrymen dressed in "Saganmu" jackets of different colors and totemic marks went up the hill shouting in various dialects, all of which were small barbarian troops who had come to join the "Sethuris" as promised.

Sachistosa was a gambler and drunkard, and he was also the patron of Governor Valro's Creon, who was arrested by Cambano and forced to be his adviser, treasurer and statistician. Now Sarkosa, with his nose, always full of red wine thorns, muttered about the harvest of plunder, and carved a picture on the tablet, and when he came to see the new barbarians who had come to him, he changed his face, complained in Greek that Cambano did not understand, and began to count the number of the new forces.

"Floys, you bastard, my request is that you came to join my team in Cat Shit Mountain three days ago, but after you received the order, you actually came with other tribes now, are you Pompey's spies, you untrustworthy bastard!" When Combano suddenly saw one of his favorite chieftains, Floyse, he cursed.

Not to be outdone, Floys, who had come with thirty cavalrymen to join the brigade, raised his whip and scolded Cambano back and forth.

As a result, Cambano, who was blindfolded in one eye, pulled out his bow and arrows in a lightning flash, and he had lost one of his fingers, but now he had attached a delicate iron rotatable finger, and while Floyse was still foaming at the mouth, he flew an arrow into his throat, and the cluster of arrows came out through the back of his neck. Floyse didn't even snort, and fell from his horse, "My army doesn't need such ungodly people, you know?" If he is not punctual, he is ungodly, and all the people he brought with him will be executed! Combano said viciously. (To be continued......)