Augustus Road

This is the exquisite tactic of General Petheneus, who is worthy of being an expert in immersed military formations for thirty years. Although his team, like Catiline, has left, right, center and three wings, the troops are evenly divided with Catiline. Differently, Petnaeus adopted an uneven distribution of troops - on the left wing, he significantly thickened the depth, and deployed all veterans with combat experience. The key is to first break the enemy's right wing, and then use the pivot assault commonly used by the Spartans to attack Catiline and the Eagle Flag together with the central troops!

Now, Petheneus's goal was achieved. Catiline's right wing and the first three or four columns of soldiers were either cut down or turned around and fled. A chain effect occurred. The follow-up reserve soldiers arranged by Catiline were also Unable to withstand the powerful assault of the veterans of Petheneus, the defeat continued one after another.

When Calabis picked up the newly picked fighting sword and rushed towards Catiline's command position with others, hundreds of Catiline's supporters were quietly surrounding the idol and eagle flag. All around, "Now, let us carry the eagle flag that symbolizes the glory of the motherland and rush towards the opponent with the densest concentration of enemies!" Catiline put on his armor, jumped off the small platform, and led his almost unarmed supporters, Hedged against the killing Calabis and others.

Just after Catiline's battle, his retinue was about to carry the eagle flag to boost the morale of the entire army. Suddenly, several gladiators dressed up stabbed their backs and waists from behind. The "Cimbri" eagle flag slowly Xu fell down, and the rest of the rebels burst into mourning. At the mountain pass on the back, several infantry brigades of Marcus Metra also came down the hillside and joined the encirclement and annihilation sequence. Soon, the rebel center, left wing and reserves all began to disintegrate in an unorganized manner, and the only outcome left was to be massacred.

In the killing array, Catiline soon met Calabis, "You have come to take my noble head, you pariah!" Catiline had the iron hand of his ancestors slung on his body, and he retracted the fighting sword at his waist and gathered strength. shouted.

"I have long said that such a day will come, and the body lying in this wasteland is yours." Calabis made the first move, and he and Catiline stabbed each other with fire, "This There are no nobles and lowly people in the world, only winners and losers!”

"Then it's such a pity for me. Why aren't Caesar and Crassus on that amber slab!"

"Because I have taken away their names, it will not be difficult to find such craftsmen in Rome."

Catiline stabbed Calabis in the groin with his sword, and Calabis also cut his shoulder. The two then gave up the sword fight and hugged each other to wrestle. "Caesar is a man like me. You are doing something futile." Catiline pressed Calabis on his body, picked up a flying stone, and smashed it down on his head.

Calabis stretched out his hand to hold the flying stone that fell, and the two of them began to wrestle with their hands, "Don't get me wrong, I have no feelings for the Republic, it's just that Caesar is more valuable than you, he is the one who gave it to the Republic The one who puts the last nail in the coffin!" Then Calabis bent and pulled his arm, Catiline screamed, his wrist was twisted backwards and dislocated, and then he was punched several times in the face by Calabis. With his nose broken and leaning to the side, Calabis turned over, tore off the iron hand Catiline was holding, and smashed it down on his head and neck like a torrential rain.

In the end, Catiline lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, with his dislocated hand hanging on one side, and blood and teeth gushing out of his mouth. Most of his supporters were chopped down and killed, and Calabis gasped. Sighing heavily, he took off his breastplate, then picked up the fighting sword and pressed it on his chest and heart.

"Please, give me a noble death like a soldier," Catiline said softly as he turned his eyes tremblingly.

Calabis nodded, then placed the fighting sword across Catiline's neck, and pulled gently. The legs of Rome's most famous conspirator and traitor twitched twice rapidly, and then stopped moving.

At dusk, the last few hundred wounded rebels groaned and half-collapsed under a cliff, but there were still no words of mercy in their mouths. The expressionless veterans of Neruda's army stepped on the corpses and forced them with swords. He came up and stabbed them to death one by one. Half an hour later, the battlefield was shrouded in twilight and blood, and the shouts of death gradually subsided together with the setting sun.

In the long and narrow Pistonian wilderness, there was a scene of "luxuriant crops" at this time, but these crops were all the corpses of the rebels' dead soldiers. Almost none of them were taken as prisoners, and they all died heroically in Manius. Surrounded by Catiline, Calabis stood in front of Catiline's body, stroking his relics with the iron hand of his ancestors, his body trembling slightly.

Yes, at least half of Catiline's current fate is due to his calculations. Of course he knew that Longisu's amber plate also had the seals of Crassus and Caesar. These two people also participated in Catiline's plan, which was to use Catiline's reform plan to become the new "Legislative Committee of Ten" Once approved, this ten-person committee would enjoy great power, including passing laws, declaring war, colonizing, allocating land, etc., which was almost equal to the official Dictado. That's why Crassus was willing to spend money to help Catiline clear the debts owed by his first campaign. However, Calabis removed the two names from this thing and exposed it. In addition, Catiline's plan was rejected. Crassus and Caesar were eager to get rid of Catiline's dirty gloves and choose another thug to fight against the Senate or Pompey. This newcomer was him.

Then, will he be like Catiline, a chess piece that can be manipulated by others, abandoned after losing his usefulness, and buried in this endless sadness with humiliation, and never recover?

Thinking of this, Carapis actually felt a little sad.

The wind in the wilderness blew away the dreams of the losers, but ignited new ambitions and fighting spirit.

In the past, he hated Catiline, and now it is true that he did fulfill his promise and turned the descendant of the ancient noble into a corpse, but after fighting with Catiline, he felt that a certain spirit of the other party had also penetrated into his blood. After this terrible battle, he might continue to laugh at Catiline's strategic stupidity, but he would never look down on Catiline's death. "You are a real man." Carapis slowly sorted out Catiline's clothes and armor, and then handed the iron hand to Tagus next to him, "Keep his things."