"Despicable Roman dog!" Ptolemy XIII in the palace, with almost all of his ears, nose and mouth out of place out of place, and eunuchs and slave girls screaming and running around in front of Pharaoh's seat, Ptolemy XIII lost patience - he demanded that the two commanders, Shebekhu and Serapion, be summoned urgently.

When the two generals came to the bottom of the palace, the young pharaoh angrily asked them, "Why did Caesar's soldiers occupy the grand theater opposite the palace?" Shebek Hu was silent, and Serapion explained that he hoped that His Majesty would calm down, because the entire palace was very well guarded, and Caesar was just a means of intimidation, and in addition, in order not to make Caesar suspicious, the Gorta army had withdrawn to the area between Lake Maleotis and the canal to hide, as long as His Majesty and Caesar mediated for two to three days, we could complete the preparations for battle, and then Caesar would be unable to fly even if he had wings!

"I don't want two or three days from now, I want you to attack the Roman dog who insulted the dignity of the pharaoh!" Ptolemy XIII cried out as if he had lost his mind.

Serapion pleaded with the angry young man in front of him to calm down, knowing that there were countless examples of military recklessness and uncoolness that led to defeat.

As a result, Ptolemy XIII directly announced that Serapion's lieutenant was stripped of his command and replaced by Theotusus, chief of the palace guard.

In this way, the almost crazy plan was decided, and since the Gorta legions were not yet in place, the Pharaoh's cronies encouraged the people of the city to besiege Caesar's camp, and their deployment was to block the main entrance to the east of the city, and then split into the streets between the Grand Theater and the Nokias headland, dividing Caesar's ten legions. Wait until the Gorta Legion arrives. Then implement the tactics of each break. Ptolemy XIII also cheered everyone up. "Now is the season when the south wind blows, and Caesar's reinforcements can't arrive in Xiaoya at all, so let's go with confidence!"

In the middle of the night, as if the whole city of Alexandra had received the will of God, everyone took action, and many slaves came out of the mansion of the noble master in droves, carrying torches and carrying furnaces and anvils. Gathered in the temple of Isis on the north bank of the canal, the temple was transformed into a huge weapon workshop, the rising and whistling of flames, the clanging of forged weapons illuminated and resounded throughout the night sky, spears, short swords, and improvised shields were constantly made and distributed to the bustling citizens gathered at the foot of the temple steps, and then they rushed to the Roman army camp in Nokias with their weapons in hand.

Caesar arranged a vigil, and some of the patrol soldiers in the isolated strongholds around the city were caught off guard and brutally murdered by the mob. They cut off the heads or arms of these soldiers and impaled them on their spears. And then thousands of people, moving on.

The first to be alerted was General Sekdilius, who was entrenched in the Grand Theater, and he was just about to check the captains' night patrol, when he heard the noise of the sea outside, and the chief brigade of the Tenth Legion immediately sent four hundred-man troops, and along the fan-shaped staircase in front of the theater, they formed a three-line horizontal formation like a hillside, holding all the shields and javelins in their hands, thanks to the fact that their centurions did not slack off after entering the city, but demanded that the soldiers remain ready to fight at any time.

In the darkness at the corners of the streets, the enemy was constantly rushing out, stones and pikes were raining down, some soldiers were knocked down and wounded, and many more were still at their posts, and then Sekdelius and the tribunes climbed up to the top of the theater and looked down from the rain corridor, only to find that their stronghold was besieged by about ten thousand men, and more of the pines gathered into a fiery dragon, swimming towards the Nokias headland, "Shoot down with ballistas." The commander gave the order, and then one of the tribunes asked him, "Are these thugs the eyeliner man in the palace?"

"Call Pharaoh, call Pharaoh." The commander did not forget to correct the salutation.

"Yes, what Pharaoh instigated it. In that case, the theatre would be right between the palace and the street, and we would be alone. "The tribune was worried.

But Sekedilius, who was worthy of the nickname "The Reckless Man," struck the young tribune with his hat and exclaimed, "Then divide half of the ballista, take the fire bombs, and shoot them at the palace of Ibos!" ”

At this moment, the two camps of Caesar, who offended the anger of the public, were completely lively, and were mob by tens of thousands, mixed with a lot of soldiers of the Gorta Legion, from night to early morning, and the army of Seketilius in the theater directly hit the palace of Epos with stone fire bombs, and then Ptolemy XIII's worries directly became true, and after the morning fog dissipated, the walls of the moon city of the palace of Epos, like a rickety old woman, were full of bullet marks like open teeth.

Ptolemy XIII's slave girls and court men were stoned to death, and their bodies were all strewn across the courtyard, and in the early morning many mobs rushed into the palace and carried them on their shoulders, as evidence of Caesar's oppression of Pharaoh, and roamed the streets to encourage more people to join the siege.

As a result, when the front soldiers of the Gorta Regiment rushed to the front, they found that the streets leading to the Grand Theater and Nokias were occupied by unorganized thugs, and the soldiers could only camp in the large square in the center of the city, and fill them in reserve wherever the fighting was fierce.

At this moment in the camp of Nokias, Caesar was squinting, hiding behind the wooden fence and tower of the camp gate, watching the enemy approaching step by step in the smoke of gunpowder, the other side of the army and horses covered the entire front street, waving all kinds of flags, and stripped the dead Roman soldiers of their armor, and dragged the corpses back and forth on mule carts to humiliation, they actually dragged out the old ballistas and stone throwers from the city's barracks and warehouses, gathered many skilled craftsmen and slaves, and improved them slightly, He also threw a fiery stone projectile at the Nokias camp.

"It seems that I should not look down on this people, at least they are extremely intelligent, and if they have the right leader to enlighten them, they can master the Romans' apparatus in three years, no, even surpass us." Caesar roared spears and stone bullets above his head, shouting at the shield-wielding slave who was already colorless.

"It's too dangerous here, Your Excellency, we must rush out and join General Sekerdilius in the Grand Theater." Milou ran over and admonished.

At this moment, suddenly there were more than a dozen thugs, I don't know where to find the trail, they could be said to have closed their eyes to the geography of the place, Cheng Dù, who was able to move forward freely, climbed over the wooden fence and the ditch, and bravely rushed to Caesar with his sword, Milu was quick-eyed, and hurriedly stepped forward with Caesar's shield slaves and heralds, and killed all these people who had infiltrated them.

"I'll repeat, Your Excellency, it's too dangerous here, we have to get out!" Milou said, carrying the sword that was still dripping blood. (To be continued......)