Augustus Road

The writing board in Lepidus' hand kept shaking. What would Afranius do next? It's very simple. He would send a message to the Senate, whether those who stayed in Rome or those who followed Pompey to Africa, "Caesar is finished. His three legions did nothing and all died on my sword." Come on, it’s time to counterattack!”

You can imagine the following scenario. Most of the senators rebelled again. Various city-states and tribes in Italy, the East, and Spain were shaken violently. Even Gaul, newly conquered by Caesar, would experience unstable trends.

No, now is not the time for me to cause trouble. If Caesar is finished early, I will be in trouble!

"First of all, complete the handover ceremony of Masselia City as soon as possible before they are aware of it."

"Then, the Ligurian Legion was left to maintain public security and order locally, and the Seventh Legion stationed in Gaul was notified to prepare for rebellion."

"Finally, the remaining three legions followed me to attack!" Sabo struggled to record these contents on the writing board, but faster, Lepidus had already put on his armor and a fighting sword, and was ready to ride into Masseria as soon as possible. After the city was surrendered, he could not panic at all, otherwise he would inevitably be suspected.

"Put away your sword. Am I not the supreme commander of this city and this army?" Little Cato faced the light of the sword and fearlessly raised his chest. "If you and your generals think that you should tie me up, Dedicating yourself to the enemies of the Republic is a supremely honorable thing, so please do it!" At this moment, the soldiers from Sicily began to shout, and they began to feel shame and resentment for their actions. The captain shouted, "Our behavior can be crucified. Even if we disobey and betray our supreme superior, we will also lose the honor of being a general."

The centurion was unable to stop the spread of this emotion, and hundreds of soldiers on the street became excited. They stepped forward, held up little Cato, and shouted that they would never deliver him into the hands of the enemy. And some elders who were friends with him in Masseria City also came and said that there were still a few intact ships in the dock. They could go out through the water gate on the west city wall and take the Renus River to Spain. In this way, a small number of people could escape. More likely.

A thin centurion was the first to shout passionately, "We will take the opportunity to ambush on both sides of the street and kill Lepidus!"

"Kill Lepidus! Kill Lepidus!" Hundreds of soldiers drew their swords and shouted in unison.

Then in front of the camp, many soldiers of various colors sat cross-legged on the earthen ramparts, raising their hands and complaining to the commander-in-chief, protesting why they had to take over the surrender of this dying city at such a moment. Isn't this right? The worst deal ever? But the calm-faced Lepidus did not make any answer. Instead, he stepped on Matthias' back and mounted a tall Spanish Boer horse. He still looked different from ordinary Roman generals, with blue and white. Feathered helmet, scarab gold cloak, holding a baton symbolizing power in his hand, six guards behind him holding batons immediately ran to the front to clear the way, and then, accompanied by the Medje Guards on foot, and dozens of generals The slave soldiers on horseback followed the passage between the earthen ramparts, blowing trumpets and bugles, and slowly walked towards the ruins under the acropolis.

…At this time, the gate of Masseria was already open, and all the nobles, elders, and members of the Chamber of Commerce were crouching on both sides of the street, with their heads hanging down, waiting for the conqueror’s horses to pass by.

"Marcelicus, Marcelicus." Lepidus murmured such a title to himself. Surrounded by his entourage, Lepidus rode to the city gate and pointed his baton at the leader of the city. Riari, the one who immediately hunched forward in small steps, kept kissing the military shoes and saddle of Caesar's first lieutenant, but several centurions pushed him away again, and then searched him for any hidden daggers he carried without permission.

"We are the victors, there is no need for this." Lepidus spoke these words from his lips under his carefully trimmed beard, full of pity and contempt. He stopped the rude centurion, and then he asked Terry Ali: "Unexpectedly, we meet again."

Triali faltered in embarrassment and flattery, "Yes, I am mainly held hostage by this city-state. When I was about to surrender to you for the first time, Masseria closed the city gate and forced me to be the commander. Officer, my heart is always longing for the light, and there are letters to prove it."

When he saw Lepidus looking away with a contemptuous smile, he was a little panicked. He knew the friendship between Lepidus and Claudius, so he continued to inquire humbly, "I think it's timely. Are you revolting? I don’t know whether the conditions that His Excellency Caesar gave me in advance can be fulfilled. This is the key to whether the enemy is willing to defect on the battlefield. "

"What I'm more concerned about is, did young Cato escape from this city?" Lepidus tapped his back with his baton, which meant that he didn't need to continue his shameless lies. When the other party heard this, he knew that everything was okay. Easy to discuss, he replied excitedly that little Cato was being supervised by his men and could not escape.

At this moment, on the street among the burning ruins, Lepidus loosened his reins and laughed, because he understood that Triali was not lying - at the end, hundreds of Triali's men were "escorting" Walking towards the square in front of the city hall with his dream prey, Little Cato.

"Sabo, let's go. Little Cato will not come to me. He is a proud man. I must go to see him. When I get to him, all the people must dismount. Do you understand?" After saying that, Li Bi Da raised his baton easily, dismounted to the sound of cheerful music, and walked to the square with a group of people. rs