"You mean, you can find a guide to help me through the snow within a vada?" Li Bida put down the wine cup.

"Yes, the contemptible people have some industries in Spain, and there are a few loyal mountain people who are my patrons." After saying that, Colora plucked a unique flower from the robe on her chest, "This is a little plum blossom that only exists on the glacier, and this is also proof." ”

Li Bida placed the speckled flower in his hand, like butterfly wings, in his hand, and after observing it suspiciously for a while, he muttered to himself, "I have the strength of fifteen legions, and even if I delay for a few days, the problem of conquering the fortress of Ursho is still not big." ”

"Your Excellency the High Priest and Consul, as I have just said, what you are now engaged in is not a military struggle, but a political wrestling, what you need more than victory is time, and now all the senators, knights and people of the Republic still have hesitation in their hearts, that is, who should be chosen between you and Young Caesar, and I bet on you, even if you are a naturalized citizen, what does it matter, the power of the world has always been won by legend and strength, The people hated what had been passed down from generation to generation, and wasn't the city of Rome itself founded by wandering heroes from the Far East? If they think that the young child is more courageous, then what's the point of your victory on the Tumr River, where the Senate will give you twelve days, or even twenty days of thanksgiving, and the Great Triumph, which will give you another sculpture next to the statue of Caesar in the Temple of Great Love, and then what? Colora stretched out her hand, "The wrestling of three people often inevitably leads to a fixed game method." That's the two weak teaming up. to fight against the strongest. ”

After hearing this. The determination in his heart burned - it is true that if Octavian were alone, his military prowess and prestige would never be able to contend with Brutus and Cassillo, but he might join forces with Antony of southern Gaul, so that he could really fight to the death with the republican army of Greece, and he could fight himself with victory as Colora said. His own disadvantages in terms of blood and race will be highlighted.

"If you pass through the passage between the cliffs and the cliffs, how many people can you pass through at most?" Finally, the High Priest asked this fundamental question.

"One legion, two legions, but more pack beasts, preferably local, and mountain guides hired for a lot of money."

The high priest abruptly said, "I will give you two million sesdeus to use for the guide." I want capable people, and don't be able to bury the waste of an entire army. As for pack beasts and weapons. I'll figure it out myself, Colora, and you'll have to be with me, and you'll have to pay with your life if everyone dies in the mountains. ”

"Your Excellency, High Priest of Peace, this is the time of early summer, as long as you march under the glacier and snow line, there will be no great losses." Colora made a pact gesture, "When our army appears in the foothills to the north, little Pompey will be stupid in the city of Urshaw. ”

"Our army, well, you should always remember, it's ours." Li Bida raised his wine cup, "Cheers to Hercules, who went on an expedition to Spain but had an unfinished business, I want to complete his grand career." ”

"Cheers."

Three days later, in front of the temple of Hercules on the edge of the city of Cadiz, there were numerous legionary standard-bearers with various flags and portraits of King Numa, as well as a procession carrying countless sacrifices, "In order to pray for the great victory in the territory of the Celts in Iberia, the high priest of the Roman Republic came to worship the great Hercules and ask him for the blessing of strength and glory." ”

At the sound of the trumpet, the birds perched on the gable wall of the temple rose noisily in the direction of the sun and flowing clouds, and the people in the surrounding towns and countryside crowded outside the wooden fences and fences that had been erected, and while watching the huge sacrificial procession, they exchanged fierce ears, "Look at the consul and high priest of the aliens, and how beautiful his tassels and armor are." ”

In the procession, the high priest with black hair, black beard and obsidian eyes, with a feathered helmet, a blue cloak given by the Ptolemaic royal family, a golden scarab embroidered underneath, a jeweled sword tied to his belt, and a gilded baton, flanked by black Medejie guards with bows and arrows and skins, and behind them were countless new legionnaires with spears and brass pipes, slowly and unhurriedly towards the temple that stood on the hill.

When the soldier with a shiny brass tube appeared in everyone's field of vision, everyone shouted in unison with excitement and horror, "Look, 'Mother'! That's 'Mommy', isn't that just a tube? ”

"Mama", now the name given to this new mystical weapon by the inhabitants of Africa and Spain, because when it was in unison, a child inside and outside Rome would cry and cry "Mama" when it heard this devilish voice.

"Shut up, this tube can spew fireworks that bring a lot of death, and poisonous mist, so that no one will be spared in the range of people, animals and even trees." Suddenly, there was a druid priest who scolded those who doubted, and then he bent his waist and followed the wooden fence, constantly observing the procession of Li Bida coming to the sacrifice, as if he was trying to find a way out.

Amid the cheers of the multitude, the Roman consul finished his sacrifice, and then stood in front of the altar and addressed all the priests, soldiers, and onlookers, "I have offered ten white oxen and fifty lambs to the invincible Hercules, and I will now set up a large number of tents around the temple, and build a theater and a colosseum, and will please the gods and you with the bloody and exciting performances of two hundred pairs of sword fighters from all over the world!" ”

Everyone cheered, and the druid priest had a joyful expression, and like the other curious tourists, he kept running from here to there, stretching his neck and looking around.

At this time, a row of soldiers wearing new cuirasses and hats and helmets walked in unison to the sacred forest in front of the temple, and then majestically combined the copper pipe with the fork frame, and then the barrel mouth was raised and aimed towards the air, "Long live the god of war Leus, long live Hercules!" With the centurion's command, a loud bang accompanied by fierce gunsmoke exploded, and the rockets planted in the mouth of the barrel swished and flew up in the air, bursting on the heads of the crowd one after another.

"Mommy!" Everyone present, not only children, but also adults, couldn't help but shout.

As Lybida had promised, Roman slaves and soldiers began to build a new market town and entertainment center around the Temple of Hercules, and people from all over the world quickly flocked to enjoy the celebration given to them by the high priest.

And in the barracks fifteen Rome outside Magara, the centurions called all the previous Spanish prisoners of war together, and they did not know what to do. (To be continued......)