Things don't make sense because they make sense, they make sense because they appear. —Seneca, ancient Roman philosopher

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Soon, the sentinel cavalry sent out fought with the enemy's cavalry.

In the valley below the heights, a few oarsmen ran as fast as they could, carrying clay pots to draw water, and sure enough, 2,000 Mauritanian cavalry were ambushed in the valley, and they were going to Leptis to collect their salaries, only to be met by the landing army of Lypida.

The cavalry were as dark as the Nubians, had no armor, and rode barefoot on the backs of small, hairy African colts, carrying javelins.

The result was obvious, 200 Vibichina cavalry beat 2,000 Mauritanian cavalry to the ground, their javelins could hardly kill the Gauls' chain mail and shields, but the Gauls' Sparta swords could easily cut these unprotected cavalry to pieces.

After driving back the cavalry, dozens of brave men pursued them all the way, only to find that all of them had entered a small town called Hadrumum and defended themselves. Then the Gallic cavalry ran back again in the evening and told Li Bida of the situation.

After learning the news, Sabo next to him immediately asked these cavalrymen, and after getting a relatively accurate answer to the distance from here to Hadrumum, Sabo was on the support table, gritting his teeth with a ruler and hand to carefully compare. Soon he sued Li Bida. Indeed, the fleet had passed a full forty Roman miles of Lyptis. We are now closer to this town called Hadrumum, about ten to fifteen romans.

After touching the terrain around the camp, Li Bida ordered all the soldiers and oarsmen tonight not to rest, and to dismantle and sharpen the wooden planks directly from the flat-bottomed boats, and erect a wooden fence around the camp to stop the cavalry, "Do not risk going deep into the interior to cut down and graze." ”

"Well, the horses in the camp still need fodder, and I see that this is a long distance. There is also none. Saab reminded.

"Then you have to think carefully about Sabo, where did the enemy's fodder come from with so many cavalry." The cavalry commander asked rhetorically.

On one side, Junisons Vier replied in place of Sabo, "This area, hundreds of Romes are full of stones and sand, and if you need hay, you can only transport it from distant towns and store it in the small town called Hadrumum, otherwise there will be no supply for so many cavalry." ”

"That means we're going to attack Hadrumum first?" Saab said. Then he stared at Li Bida, who was still pondering, as if urging him to give an order. All the plans have been made in their own minds.

"Well, attack, of course. I'll leave it to Sabo and Junisonviller, while Angandinus and I stay in this camp to guard against possible hostility from Lyptis, and hurry up, or we'll be head-to-end. Li Bida saw Sabo's gaze and immediately woke up, but he was obviously thinking about other deeper issues just now.

The next day, Sabo and Dussonvier set out with a thousand infantry and all the cavalry, and Angandinus, who had not spoken at the moment, also told the cavalry commander that he had in fact had a friendship with Condisius, the commander of the garrison of Reptis, and that he was willing to write a letter to him, hoping that he would surrender to the dictator and save the lives of all the people.

"Well, of course." Li Bida, who was still sitting at the table, readily agreed, and then he found a few token officers and gave them an interesting order, and Matthias distributed many letters to each other one by one.

When one of the token officers came to the city of Lyptis with the letter from Angandinus, he was received by Condisius, and the token officer of Lybida saluted the garrison commander, and then prepared to deliver the letter.

"Who sent the letter?" Condicius asked, not leaving his seat.

"It was drafted by the Captain of the Cavalry, His Excellency Liberdaus, and represents the Roman dictator Julius. Caesar's meaning. The token officer said very clearly.

"There was only one dictator in Rome, and that was Gnaeus. Pompey, the great Pompey! When Condisius had finished speaking, he ordered the servant to tie up the token officer, brutally cut off his tongue, gouged out his eyes, and then cut off his head, and laid it on a silver platter with his tongue and eyes.

"I'm ashamed to have served with him, a cowardly bastard with no manners or mercy." Seeing the cruel scene on the silver platter, even the usual good gentleman Anokondinus couldn't help but curse angrily. The commander of the cavalry called all the officers and men in the camp to come and see the silver platter, which was full of blood, and to denounce Condisius's crime of killing the messenger for no reason.

At the same time, Saab and the combined infantry team commanded by Dussonvier fought a textbook battle in front of the city of Hadrumum: when the Mauritanian cavalry rushed out of the city again, they were again defeated by the Gallic cavalry, it was late autumn, and the climate was simply too suitable for the taste of the Gauls, and then Sabo set up two cavalry cannons and a noblewoman cannon, and urged the infantry to chase the scattered enemy cavalry, and after destroying several towers, they captured the city gate and drawbridge, and most of the cavalry from the desert surrendered, and a small part fled.

Sure enough, in the city of Hadrumom, there was indeed a large forage warehouse stocked there, and after a little judgment of the situation, Sabo and Dussonvier dismissed all the captured Mauritanian cavalrymen and horses, but only snatched all their luggage, and then divided half of the money and half of the money and goods among the soldiers and half to the city's inhabitants, and hired them to use mule carts to transport all this forage to the camp of the cavalry commander.

Upon inquiry, it became clear that the citizens of Hadrumum were full of resentment that since Pompey's army had arrived here, the entire coastal and inland cities had been looted, and that their cities had not only been forced to buy expensive forage that was not produced locally, but also to collect taxes of various names to hire and support a large contingent of foreign cavalry as military salaries, and to force the strong men to serve in the army and defend their fortress camps, and that the people of the whole region now hated Pompey's henchmen to the core.

What these citizens said was true, and when Saab opened the luggage of the Mauritanian cavalry, they quickly counted that this group of cavalry, which was neither desirable nor useful, had only served here for half a year, and each of them had one or two hundred dinars of silver in their luggage, which was the tail of the surplus.

"It seems that in order to support his own war and to please King Juba, Pompey has indeed plundered the province to the point of exhausting the fish." (To be continued......)