Yes, that is, whether to kill people to eliminate unrest, so that these citizens can starve to death "with peace of mind and comfort", and achieve the bright halo of the republic. When the armed slave came to consult him repeatedly with his sword, little Cato pinched the bridge of his nose in pain, and now that Dumijus was dead, he had to make a decision, and the mob outside had begun to pound the door of the mansion with iron-clad stakes, and the nobleman also deliberately paced in front of little Cato with a look of uncertainty, meaning to quickly make up his mind.

"Now, we can't stick to the concept and do things." Little Cato finally spat out the sentence with difficulty.

Triali in the Acropolis, after receiving the order, immediately sent troops to the streets to kill people, but the soldiers of Marcelia directly refused this instruction, so Triali asked the soldiers from Sicily to carry it out, and the other party strictly carried it out, probably hundreds of people were killed, and the rest of the people were all scattered in a hurry, and all the heads were built on the square and the city gate to show the public.

The cries and curses outside shook the earth, and after nightfall, little Cato was still wrapped in a blanket, shivering on the couch, his whole body was hot and cold, his mind seemed to be torn and stirred by seven or eight iron cables, yes, he had always looked down on the common people, even in the city of Rome, and even in this vassal city, but looking down did not mean that he didn't care, he understood that when this matter was spread and recorded in the books, his reputation would be completely ruined, and the image of the republic would be blurred.

How can this work?

Unexpectedly, the real battle in this world is so cruel, although he gave an order, hundreds of heads fell to the ground. But their own freedom and power. Where is it? It's definitely not in this iron cage of death, "Hold on, hold on!" Little Cato laughed at his confusion, and he even got up in the middle of the night and continued to read the ancestral teachings frantically, but instead of looking between the lines for answers and redemption, he wanted to use them to anesthetize himself.

Soon, little Cato heard another piece of news that made him even more embarrassed and helpless. Triarik withheld his subordinates' rations and secretly sent them to the bazaar to sell them at a high price!

A bushel of coarse wheat (with only one grain of ground wheat) fetched a whopping ten silver drachmas.

This kind of behavior could not be tolerated even by the Presbyterians, and they found little Cato, protested without words, and surrounded him in the middle, without saying a word, little Cato hung his head, and really did not know what to say. He could only take Munajus to the Acropolis barracks in person and go to Tri Ali to punish him.

on the streets. The citizens who had given him heroic cheers three months ago are now dead, and many more are leaning half-dead on the street corners, looking at little Cato who is walking slowly with cloudy and contemptuous eyes, and those who still have the strength to spit and spit and spit, the hot sun shining on the back of Cato's neck, sweat running down his back and down hot, flies flying everywhere, he feels that he is walking against a millstone.

But even so, Triari enclosed the barracks with wooden fences, and he drove away all the local soldiers of Marcellia, who still had a sense of justice, and only trusted his subordinates and Sicilian soldiers, and it is said that he also recruited a large number of street hooligans to join the army on the condition of taking care of food, which was also his forte in the city of Rome, according to the acropolis, and arrogantly said, "Now I have every strength to be a third party, and I can directly negotiate terms with Caesar or Pompey." ”

Cato the Younger, outside the wooden fence, asked to see Triari, and the rogue minions were about to come up and insult and besiege him, but a few centurions and ten-centurions from Sicily, who recognized Cato's identity, welcomed him in. Triali sat proudly in the core of the Acropolis, and "received" little Cato as if he had not been convicted at all.

"Of course, the reason for this is not difficult to explain, because my subordinates can't boost their morale just by having a full stomach, and they need to be rewarded with gold and silver." Terry Ali was rightly right.

"But the problem is that now your subordinates are simply giving a very bad example to all the citizens, you must know that we are still in their city!" Little Cato held back his anger and said.

"Wasn't this fate chosen by themselves? In addition, in my foresight, there will be no such thing as laws, citizens, and campaigns in the Republic in the future, so a family like you, which has relied on its so-called fame to this day, I am afraid that it will soon be ignored, and the rules of the game in this country in the future are very simple, that is, the world of the legion owner! Triari cried out excitedly, and raised his hands as if he were the prophet of his time, "I was exiled to Massalia, but now I am a blessing in disguise, and I have the strength of a legion, and I am afraid that even Caesar will come and interview me soon." Cato, you were right when you said - the more the city resisted, the higher my price would be, and you see that even Li Bida has sent a letter of persuasion to surrender! Triari was stunned and threw the word board at Cato.

It is full of naked conditions, especially the promise made by Li Pida in place of Caesar, as long as Tri Ali is willing to surrender the Acropolis, then he will immediately be Caesar's lieutenant and the treasurer of the Gallic province, and now that Malclus has abandoned the darkness and turned to the light, I hope you will do the same.

"This is a trick of the enemy, I warn you Triari, Pompey will launch a major counteroffensive next year, and Caesar is now mired in the quagmire of Spain, you are playing with fire and self-immolation!" Little Cato angrily slammed the board to the ground, "And you immediately surrender the command of the army, or I will immediately take away your power, and understand that your current status is nothing more than an exile." ”

But Tri Ali didn't pay attention to it at all, he directly asked Hu Cong to forcibly pull little Cato out, and he laughed at the other party and said: "I didn't kill you on the spot, just because I was still worried about the requirements of the besieging party, Li Bida asked you to live well, probably you are still valuable as some kind of trophy!" Immediately, little Cato was thrown in front of the ditch outside the wooden fence, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he was helped up by Munajus and others who rushed to him, and his whole body was in despair, and a kind of powerlessness infected his whole body, but he kept saying "Does Caesar want me to die, or does he want me to continue to live?" and so on.

Then, returning to his lodgings, Cato the Younger, uncharacteristically ordered the servant to clean his hair and beard, bathe in the hot pool, put on his clean and elegant robes again, and ascended to the tower of the Acropolis. On the plains that could be seen from the Acropolis of Massalia, mule carts loaded with grain from all over Gaul came and went in a grand manner behind the blockade line of Libida, and the camps and cooking smoke within the blockade line were densely facing each other, and behind the T-shaped earthen ramparts, Libida's soldiers were obviously building an extremely huge "thing". (To be continued......)