"Behold, Caesar's gods are sighing and weeping!" Amartius shouted at the sight of the reflective signal coming from the hills, and then all the molesters present looked up at his voice, and it was indeed Caesar's eyebrows lowered and his face sad as if stained with tears.

At this time, the chorus, hidden behind the bronze door of the temple, made a low aria in unison, which made people sound like Caesar was sad, and then on the gable, Caesar's face slowly faded and disappeared.

Antony, who was in a daze, forgot for a moment about ordering the follow-up team to lift the coffin and continue to move forward, but when he came back to his senses and was just about to give the order, the original military protectors Avinus and Fonteus suddenly lit the javelin in their hands, and then threw themselves into Caesar's coffin, the flames rose, and the other people saw this and stopped moving forward, they relayed hand in hand, and threw the furniture, sticks and any other combustible things they had collected next to Caesar's coffin. Soon a giant cremation pit was formed.

Then the veterans first marched forward en masse, and threw the weapons and gold medals they had brought into the cremation pile, and then the women, who took off their jewelry, and the amulets that the children carried, and threw them in, and Li Bida also accompanied the crowd, holding flowers to mourn the dictator, only Anthony was still walking around the cremation pile, walking around speechlessly, and from time to time probing his head to look inside, like a forgotten child, and still did not know what to do.

When Corpunia, Caesar's wife, appeared and packed the remains of the cremation into an urn, Amartius reappeared in front of the crowd. He demanded it with all his might. "This cremation pile. I am going to donate all my possessions and build it into an altar with a stone tablet, so that all the people can come here at festivals to express their condolences to His Excellency Caesar, and to hold sacrifices, and the Senate and other institutions cannot interfere with its preservation, but of course it is imperative that we need a sacrifice that can be sacrificed to Caesar in blood. What do you say? ”

"The heads of the three traitors, Brutus, Cassiyo, and Dehemoth!" Many of the people shouted after Amartius, so they all lit the pine from the embers of the cremation pile, and then went like a torrent in the direction of Capitol.

In the end, there were only a few Jews left in the main square, still weeping at the cremation pile, and they swore to keep a vigil for Caesar day and night until the Feast of the Plebeian (June 15).

In the Temple of Jupiter, the conspirators gathered in horror. As today's funeral was discussed, many people were frightened by Caesar's "spirit." They walked around uneasily, and one of them was the first to take it and shouted at Brutus, "I have long said that strict secrecy must be taken for this incident, and the participants must worship the gods and swear to keep it a secret, and the result will be known to the whole city before, otherwise how could Luga's duplicitous man take everyone's list and run to Anthony to make the head?" ”

"Please be clear, we are not engaged in a conspiracy, and there is nothing to be ashamed of in removing a tyrant for the republic." Brutus replied.

"You're a stubborn fellow, just as stupid as your dead father!" Si Pinzel blurted out and scolded.

Brutus only flapped his nose a few times before he tried to restrain himself, while Spinzer chattered and cursed, sometimes scolding his comrades for being stupid, sometimes blaming Aetius for being too slow in delivering his letters, and sometimes cursing Luga, the dead ghost who leaked secrets. Enraged, several of the patriarchs argued with him, and a physical altercation ensued, with fists and feet flying in the temple.

"Shut up, stop it, what we should be most concerned about now is what Anthony is going to do now that he gets this list?" Casca shouted to stop the brawl and then threw up the topic.

Everyone was silent for a while, and the most nervous among them, Yurabela, covered her forehead and face, and regretted it to death: why did he not hold back in the first place, this assassination was originally nothing to do with him, he took the initiative to stir it in, and it was all vanity and fame and fortune at work. Then he slowly raised his head, and said in a tone as trembling as the flame of a candle, "If Antony had given this list to Liberta, then before the legions of southern Gaul, or the army of Pompey, would have made a declaration of public enemies, and then there would have been a great beheading, a great raid throughout the city of the Seven Hills - we would have nowhere to stay, and the servants of Lybida and Antony, the doormen, and the armed slaves, would search us all over the city, and the sewers, chimneys, and basements, where we would hide like rats, and women, Along with the children, the slaves would denounce us for a little reward, and the sisters, wives, and daughters would be raped by the lowly soldiers and slaves at will, and the family, honor, and possessions would be ruined. ”

This horrific spectacle, which was the most common during the civil wars of Marius, Chenna, and Sulla, was like a heavy yoke that weighed on the heart of any Roman, a bloody beheading.

When many patriarchs heard Yurabella's words, they all squatted down in despair and cried, and some of them still had a fluke mentality, saying that it didn't matter, it didn't matter, after Li Bida's vanguard troops entered the city of Rome, they also swore in public that they would not declare a public enemy!

Then Ulabella pinched the back of the neck of the senator who spoke, dragged him to the window of the temple, pointed to the dragon-like crowd at the bottom of the mountain, and said, "Very well, then please go down the hill with this mutual understanding, and go back to your own home, and I will wait to pick up the fragments of your corpse in the streets, if the crows and wild dogs have not turned them into a meal!" When the patriarch saw this, his soul was immediately scattered, and he no longer dared to say more.

"Don't be so pessimistic for a while, if Anthony had this list in his hands and wanted to kill us all, he would have done it a long time ago." Brutus suddenly spoke and analyzed, "At least now Li Bida has never confirmed our list of personnel in public, that is to say, Anthony did not give him the list. Then, after pacing a few steps, he looked down the hill and said, "I think there's a gap between Anthony and Lypida, and we can take advantage of that." ”

"How to use it? There are not only the people outside, but also a few of their legions! Spinzer made a loud noise again.

"Li Bida is the most difficult to deal with, relatively speaking, we can target Anthony." "The Senate could induce him to reach a compromise with us, to exclude him from the game, on the condition that he be re-elected consul for five years, with Macedonia and Syria as governors, and with eight legions," Brutus said. Brutus said confidently, "I am willing to take on this task." (To be continued......)