Xiexie everyone has been supporting you for a week!

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Calabis, with Timosius, tied the horse with a crooked neck to a tree with a crooked neck, and then braved the rain and hurried towards the small door on the side of the villa. He's so grateful to Pop for his design now, he loves Pop, yes, he'll have to give him another 30,000 Seths afterwards.

The small door was extremely hidden, hidden in the camouflage of the bushes and vines, and a crouching creature who was nearby was silently wiped by Calabis, and then he took out the key and opened the small door, but as soon as he stepped in with his front foot, he was hit the back of the neck, and with a snort, his eyes went black, and he fell.

Timosius, who was following behind, shouted along with Potty and Paruma in the shadow of the small door.

In the warm wind, Calabis who was lying on the bed opened his eyes, and everyone deliberately moved him to the fireplace, his eyes rolled around, the back of his head still hurt, and he gritted his teeth and asked, who beat me just now.

"It's me, father." Paruma raised her hand and raised the stick in her hand with a natural expression.

"This kid was supposed to have to wrap iron nails around a stick, but fortunately I couldn't bear it." Potty sighed, "It just so happened that you woke up and passed out in the middle of the night." Calabis felt a tinkle in his head, and touched it with his hand, and it turned out to be a steel hoop, "What is this?" ”

"Your woman is in a hurry and wants to do a craniotomy for you, which is fixed, and you woke up just about to go under the knife." Timosius and a few Tianzhu guys said with expressionless faces.

The morning light outside came in dimly, and the noise outside the wall became louder and louder, Milou on the side of the bed said that the mob may have come around again, everyone had been fighting all night, and they were all tired, I will now pick up Pop's class, Calabis you go to pick up Tagus's class, responsible for the defense of the gate, this is to protect your family, we are obliged to help.

Calabis said that I don't like to owe favors, and I will definitely pay it back in full afterwards.

In front of the gate, holding a fighting sword, Calabis stood behind the temporary deer, and took the wicker shield sent by Tagus, "Xiexie you. ”

"No thanks, I also have a daughter, and I don't want these scumbags to ruin their lives." Tagus said.

In the billowing white smoke below, there were many figures, holding all kinds of weapons, crowded over, and when it was dawn, the mob also went through a more careful observation, and found that there were not many people in the villa, and everyone went up together, broke the gate, rushed in, burned and looted, and came out of the evil spirit of last night.

"Knock knock", Calabis and the others hurriedly lowered their bodies behind the deer, and the stones thrown by the mob smashed on the bronze door, bursting out white dimples, and then there was a piercing cry, and the dozen or so guys who took the lead, wearing Phrygian amphorae, wrapped in simple leather armor, wielding Gallic swords and iron axes, stepped on the mud and rushed up.

Fighting in close quarters, and there was coaxing everywhere, Calabis resolutely carried out the instructions of the legion, half-crouched under the broad wicker shield, let the other party shout and chop, and did not move, and from time to time he saw the opportunity, and calmly handed the short sword to the opponent's exposed abdomen and ribs. At this moment, on the roof of the villa, Pop's small projectile cannon was also fired, and the sheep's head stone crackled and landed in the gap of the mob ranks, blocking their follow-up charge. Soon, a dozen or so people who rushed in front were stabbed to death by fighting swords and iron-headed wooden spears, and the rest also crawled backwards, and several veterans picked up the stones they had just thrown and smashed them on the backs and heads of those people, screaming that Calabis, who had almost been scooped last night, felt very happy.

But the ebb of the mob was short-lived, and they soon armed themselves with the precious furniture they had looted the night before, and all the cabinets were dismantled and put on their heads as shields, and the size of hundreds of people poured up again. The cannonball flying from Pop seemed to be in a hurry, out of order, and smashed into the well-textured haode furniture cabinet, and bounced everywhere, "Prepare to retreat, close the door!" Calabis and Tagus shouted, and pulled their companions back.

Calabis also saw that the mob had actually come up with something: the top part of the mule cart had been removed, and a bronze statue had been tied to it, and a dozen or so men were pushing eight solid wooden wheels to smash the door of the cottage open.

"It's tricky." Calabis's eyes were red, once the door was opened, with these twenty veterans, they couldn't resist the crazy onslaught of the mob, "No, how can I die here?" I haven't killed that bastard of Catiline yet! ”

A long, lanky guinea dog pounced out of the smoke, it was leading the way, followed by Maya, and more than two dozen gladiators with pointed helmets and large capped helmets, silently rushed to the side of the mob ranks, and with fighting swords, iron forks, and back-bladed machetes, they opened fire, and the mob immediately flew flesh and blood. Seeing the turnaround, the defenders of the villa, also raised their weapons and recoiled, and at this time the rabble of the mob came out, and they threw down the "statue siege engine" and flew away like flies.

The mob of Apilon, a minor setback in front of the cottage of Calabis, was nothing, for they had made a great deal of money in most of the other villas, and were no longer interested in contending with the "little nail", so the brigade went to the fortress of Pletius, where the garrisoned "City Legion" had Catiline's inner line—and now it was more important to seize the support of the arms and army than to seize the money of the cottage.

The two scarred captives were dragged by gladiators and veterans into the hall of the villa, where Calabis sat on the couch with Milu, "What is the jihua of Catiline?" Then Tagus took hold of one of them and dragged his hand into the fire of the hearth, and the sound of the man killing a pig was mixed with the sound of the flesh of his palm, and the other man was so frightened that he was sweating and hurriedly said, "Spare my life, I only know that Catiline let us plunder Apilon, kill all the rich men, and promise all the property at our disposal." Then, capture Pletes and Capua, and march on Rome. ”

"These are small characters, and their testimony will make the Senate worthless." Milou said.

"Moreover, Catiline must have a lot of veteran support behind him when he did this." Calabis added.

"Shouldn't we be here to protect ourselves?"

Calabis shook his head, "Weishenme? I had sworn to Catiline before in front of the racecourse that if he touched my family, I would take his life - now that he did, it was my turn to make the next move. Then he made an execution gesture to the two captives.

The leader, a strong gladiator in a large hooded helmet, grabbed the two mobs by the hair, slitted their throats neatly, and the two fell to the floor, kicked their legs a few times, and then stopped moving in the pool of blood that was oozing out.

"Who are you, what is your name, maybe I should pay you ten or more big shaqs and continue to hire you." Calabis became interested in the strong man.