Pompeii's large square is rectangular in shape, with a huge statue of Apollo in the center, where a cruel punishment is now being performed. More than 200 gladiators were being crucified by the executioners one by one, and the second-floor balcony of a building on the west side of the square was the judgment platform where Lucius and others were.

Lucius gracefully turned the bronze wrench on his finger, on which was engraved with their family crest, and watched with satisfaction as the last gladiator in the square was crucified by the soldiers. In just ten years, he had risen from an ordinary nobleman in Pompeii to the position of governor, and now it seemed that entering the Senate and becoming a magistrate was just around the corner, and the next step was to be consul.

His original rival, the governor of Capua, had been disqualified from entering the Senate because of the Spartacus uprising, but he excelled in the gladiator uprising in Pompeii, and the suppression was swift and decisive. Some of the escaped gladiator slaves seem to have fled to Vesuvius and have not come to rescue their captured gladiator companions, and his greatest fears have not materialized.

While Lucius was imagining the future, a Roman officer walked up behind him, leaned over and whispered a few words. Lucius stood up from his chair with a puff, his face pale, his knuckles with the bronze wrenches pinched white by his hard work, and what he feared most had happened......

"Gather the soldiers and go now!" Lucius was about to walk out of the balcony when he suddenly paused, turned around and smiled and greeted the three Sherbis sitting on the side, "Sherbis, are you interested in going to see a good show with me?" ”

"Of course, Governor Lucius!" Shepis replied with a smile and a nod.

"Head, it seems that those reincarnators have made a move, and they are finally not bored, haha!" He took off the toga robe on the outside of his body, revealing the neatly dressed Roman scale armor inside.

"Smack!" Lucius fanned the slave girl who was wearing his armor to the ground with a look of anger, and the slave girl was so nervous that she strangled Lucius too hard. In the past, Lucius would not have been so angry, but today, when he was in an impatient mood, he couldn't suppress the violent emotions in his heart.

"Lucius, what's going on to make you so out of shape!" Shepis walked slowly from outside the room, and asked in a low male voice with a magnetic surname, Lucius was a plot character he admired very much, and he had never seen him perform so gaffe.

Lucius sighed and motioned for the slave girl to continue to put on his armor as he opened his mouth to explain to Shepis the message that his subordinate had just conveyed to him.

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On the night of Fibllum's feast, it was indeed a bloody night, and Lucius led 1,700 Roman reservists to set up an ambush on Pompeii's road to Vesuvius. Throughout the night, they intercepted two groups of gladiators, totaling more than two thousand people.

Unlike the bloody battle of the Bardachus uprising, Lucius firmly grasped the rhythm of the battle in this battle, and did not give the rebels any chance from beginning to end. In front of the Roman reservists with rich combat experience, the rebels were slaughtered in batches like livestock waiting to be slaughtered, and the battle loss ratio reached almost 1 to 10.

At the end of the battle, in addition to more than 200 wounded gladiators who fell to the ground, Lucius completely annihilated two groups of gladiator rebels, with a total number of more than 2,000 people. The reserve brigade of Pompeii paid the price of only one hundred and fifty dead and more than three hundred wounded, and the results were not unremarkable.

However, in addition to quickly reporting such a brilliant result to the city of Rome, Lucius blocked the news and did not show it off to the other nobles in Pompeii, because there was still a great worry in Lucius's heart.

This concern also starts with the status and characteristics of Pompeii, which is not very large in terms of population and size, not only not comparable to Rome, nor as large agricultural city as Capua, but it is the second most prosperous and wealthy city in the Roman Republic. The prosperity and opulence of Pompeii was entirely determined by its geographical location.

Not only does Pompeii have a natural harbor out of the Mediterranean Sea in the south, but Mount Vesuvius in the northwest of the city has brought fertile lava, volcanic rocks and geothermal hot springs to the plains around Pompeii during multiple eruptions over hundreds of millions of years.

That large area of fertile magmatic soil with a slight burnt smell made the grapes produced in Pompeii juicy and sweet, and the wine was excellent, and it became the best product for the nobles everywhere. The day and night geothermal hot springs not only tempted people to bathe, but also attracted many nobles and wealthy merchants to come to Pompeii to build gardens, build villas, and develop entertainment venues in succession, making Pompeii soon become a prosperous place of smoke and willows. In particular, the volcanic stone with bright red in the black has the miraculous effect of relieving pain, calming the nerves, and stopping bleeding, and everyone is vying to have it.

Pompeii was home to a large number of wealthy merchants and aristocrats, and it soon became a famous wine capital. Important buildings in the city surround the town square, including the Temple of Jupiter, the Temple of Apollo, the Great Hall, the thermal baths, the bustling bazaar, etc., as well as the lavish theater, the gymnasium, and the huge gladiatorial arena.

Pompeii was not a large population and referred to Roman citizens and freemen, not slaves. The fertile plains on the outskirts of Pompeii are dotted with orchards and vineyards that make heavy use of prisoners and slaves from Rome's wars. Pompeii's most slaves are not gladiators, but these manor slaves who are not clothed, unfed, and hard working like ants, but always struggling on the line of death.

The number of slaves on these estates was almost twice that of the civilian population of Pompeii, and Pompeii could not be afraid of a few thousand brave gladiators, but it could not withstand a single disturbance by these slaves. Lucius's greatest concern was that the slaves on these estates were encouraged by the news of the gladiator uprising, which led to the uprising.

Once this kind of thing happened, Lucius would never be able to suppress the uprising with the existing Roman army in the city, so even if Lucius achieved an absolute victory over the gladiators, he would not dare to spread the news to avoid provoking the huge group of slaves. Of course, this situation will be alleviated after a while, when the Senate has lifted the limit on the number of troops in Pompeii.

However, Lucius's greatest fears happened at the best of his mood, when an officer of the reserve brigade informed him that a large vineyard outside the city had been suddenly attacked by a gladiator rebel.

When he got the news, Lucius's heart seemed to be pulled hard. In the face of such a huge defeat, these damned gladiators did not go to Spartacus on Vesuvius as he expected, and actually had the courage to return to Pompeii, choosing to continue to oppose him. At this moment, Lucius was like a dragon whose scales had been lifted, and his heart was filled with rage and the great uneasiness that came with it.

Once a large number of manor slaves revolted, it was bound to have a huge psychological impact on the Roman nobles and wealthy merchants in the city. Even if the revolt was suppressed, these wealthy merchants and nobles would choose to leave Pompeii and return to the safety of Rome because they feared for their safety. If this happens, the prosperity and richness of Pompeii will be gone forever, and Lucius's political and military life will come to an end.

In the dark, there seems to be a pair of cruel eyes staring at him coldly, all the secrets and worries in his heart are exposed to the sun naked under the gaze of these eyes, and all his hopes and pursuits seem to be far away from him. Lucius could not tolerate this happening, even if the news that the Roman officer had brought him was only "suspicious".

"Has the army been assembled?" Lucius walked out of the governor's palace dressed in military uniform, mounted a Gallic horse, and asked the officer beside him.

"Governor, in addition to the two centurians left behind, we have gathered the remaining ten reserve hundreds, in addition to the five hundreds, which you borrowed from other nobles. A total of 1,500 people have been assembled. The officer immediately replied in a loud voice.

"Fifteen hundreds!" Lucius groaned for a moment, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, not to mention that the escaped gladiator rebel army is estimated to have more than a thousand people left in the total number, "Where is Bardax?" ”

"Bardax?" The officer next to him was stunned, "Probably still in the city!" ”

"You take two hundreds, go to him, and tell him that I will requisition his mercenary team!" Lucius smiled coldly.

After the Fibulum Festival, the gladiator bosses in Pompeii were almost completely killed and wounded, and then Bardax was a blessing in disguise. Because of Neos's relationship with the more than 140 gladiators, Lucius paid him a large sum of money, and at the same time compensated him for another gladiator manor that was no smaller than the original.

The gladiator estate was also one of the three gladiator schools in Pompeii, and the entire family of the school owner had been killed by the gladiator rebels on the night of Fiblom Day. However, Bardax knew that the more money he had, the more protective it would be, especially since his relationship with Lucius was still so strained.

After that bloody battle, Bardax paid a lot of money to the mercenaries who had been killed and wounded, and once again used a large amount of money to replenish a group of mercenaries, increasing the number of mercenaries who protected him to three hundreds. In fact, he already planned to sell all the family assets in Pompeii, leave Pompeii, and let the mercenaries protect themselves to go to Rome and start over.

After about a moment, Bardacus and the three mercenary hundreds, reluctantly came to Lucius. At this time, Lucius didn't have much of a heart to perfunctory Badacus, just glanced at him coldly, then waved his hand and set off with the whole army.

What Lucius didn't know was that from the moment he led his army to assemble from Pompeii's square, there were many eyes on him, until the well-groomed Roman legions pulled out of Pompeii, and these eyes disappeared from the crowd and were once again hidden in the darkness.