When Li Bida and his cavalry caught up, he saw this strange scene: Hittius's army besieged the camp several times, and the cavalry of the king of Getulia, Pocus, was still hunting for the captured enemy in the vicinity, but in the camp the king of Juba sat down on the raised slope in a dignified manner, raised his banner, and feasted with Aphranius, and the soldiers around him, including the governor of the king of Juba, Sapu, committed suicide one after another with their swords, and the black vultures flew everywhere and circled the two of them. Make a creepy scream.

As the most noble nobleman in Rome, Aphranius had the qualifications to serve as an archon and command battles in Spain, but he was actually relatively weak, he held a silver wine glass, and watched the ghoul vultures running around him and croaking, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck in fright, and his head was lowered.

"Why don't you drink it! Do you still think you can get away with it? When King Juba saw this, he asked angrily.

"I am a Roman citizen, and I am also a former consul, and I have immunity from capital punishment, and I can go out and surrender now, and I can definitely save my life and property." I don't know what kind of mood Aphranius was in when he said this at this moment.

King Juba sneered and invited Aphranius out to surrender, asking him why he was still drinking with him. The Roman consul on the other side was smiling crampedly, not giving a clear answer, perhaps due to self-esteem, perhaps due to hesitation.

"Then since you are not willing to surrender, then we will duel to determine life and death." As he spoke, King Juba put his sword on the table.

Far away on the periphery of the camp, Li Bida and all the generals, centurions and soldiers under the banner surrounded this place densely. It's like watching two people play a drama again. Over there. King Juba is still aggressive. Aphranius could only swing out the self-defense dagger he was wearing, and then King Juba's tone softened, "I am the king, you are the consul, and we are both the supreme rulers of a country according to tradition and jurisprudence, although we were once. Therefore, since our death is not in the midst of the charge, it cannot be after being captured. Because that was not an act of courage at all, and now there were many enemies watching us on the entire border of Utica and Numidia, so we had to show determination and courage, and duel was the best form of expression. Don't you Romans love to see people shed blood in the Colosseum? Those sword slaves didn't even turn their faces before they died, and then you would applaud their deaths loudly. ”

"We used to be spectators, but now we're actors." Aphranius smiled wryly and trembled as he saw King Juba slowly draw his sword, and it seemed that he was not lying.

"Let's put on a show to the end. Failure is bitter enough, and you can't call yourself dead anymore. It's wasted like this. King Juba had slowly raised his sword, and Aphranius had no choice but to draw his dagger.

So, Li Bida sent a token officer on a fast horse and shouted into the camp, "The former cavalry commander asks you, when will you be able to enter the stage of the actual performance?" ”

As a result, all the legionnaires who surrounded the camp laughed one after another when they heard these words and saw the sight before them, and King Juba was so angry that he abruptly got up and plunged his sword into the chest of Aphranius, who was still hesitating.

Immediately, King Juba stood up, looked at the thousands of "spectators" below, and with pride in his heart, he turned his hand and aimed the tip of his sword at his chest, ready to please all the people and gods with blood, but the wind whistled in his ears, and he did not know how long it had been, but his hands holding the hilt of the sword shook uneasily and ashamedly—yes, he could not make up his mind to bring the hilt of his sword in.

The audience booed, King Juba's face contorted, he frowned, his nostrils dilated rapidly, his mouth grinned, his snot and tears flowed uncontrollably, his hands were shaking, and he was even afraid that if he hesitated any longer, he would not only lose face, but also let his sword fall to the ground, and then out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the only remaining slave, and said in a hoarse voice, "I give you freedom, help me now." ”

The slave nodded, then leaned down and kissed King Juba's boots, and the other man shouted quickly, and he hunched over and grabbed King Juba's hand and sword with both hands, and pushed it forward, and King Juba screamed, and the sword sank into his chest, and he knelt down and grabbed the slave's clothes, and gasped, saying, "Great king, you can't kill yourself, he will only deprive others of their lives." When he had said this, he let go and fell to the ground, and died.

After a while, the two bodies were brought down and examined by Li Pida, and the former cavalry commander took off King Juba's crown and said that it was about to be used as a triumphal exhibit of Caesar, and then he looked at the slave who had killed the king, and said, "Why don't you die?" ”

"Because I have spared my life, and His Majesty the King liberated and pardoned me before he died." The slave held the sword of King Juba in both hands and handed it to Li Bida, and said at the same time.

Li Bida nodded, took King Juba's sword, and said What is your name.

The other party replied that I was the son of a court slave, and that I had been a slave since birth, with only a position and no name.

"From now on you will be called Hyksos, I will give you the name." After giving him his name, he continued to instruct him, "Hyksos, now take my order, and walk to the camp of Hytius and General Marco over there, and tell them that the war in Africa is over, and that Numidia is divided into four parts, according to the pre-decree, and that Caesar will form a new wartime province with the remaining two parts—and then you tell the figure of Sù Otakilius, and bury the two bodies in the royal cemetery in the city of Kirta. Do not harm the heirs of King Juba, who will be released after participating in the Grand Triumph, and will be granted the status of a senator, and as for King Juba's wife, the palace will be returned to her, so that she can enjoy her old age in peace. ”

"And what about Pompey's father-in-law?" At this time, Saab next to him asked.

To Sabo's surprise, Li Bida just smiled lightly and said that he would hand this one, including Rabinus, over to Cassiyo and Brutus in Lusitania, hoping that they would seize this opportunity to make meritorious contributions.

What does this mean? Sabo is a little puzzled, this kind of behavior does not conform to the thinking mode that this greedy Li Bida has always had? (To be continued......)