Augustus Road

"Man is a political animal..." - Aristotle

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In the ever-lasting gale in the heart of Lusitania, a flag embroidered with a stag fluttered in the wind. A market town surrounded by mountain walls was suddenly attacked by bandits who came from all the roads. The bandits on foot were carrying powerful bows and arrows. From the beginning, they continuously fired rockets at all the buildings. Small fires quickly turned into big fires. The only road leading to the street in the market town was cut off by the light cavalry who came in with simple bowl-shaped helmets or double-eared hats. These people were all dressed in standard Lusitanian barbarian cavalry, each holding a Spanish dog-leg knife in their hands, wantonly chasing and killing the crying and fleeing residents.

"The seventeenth, the seventeenth! Wow, haha, I've been holding it in for years, now I can finally let loose and have fun. I am the incarnation of General Setoulis, and I will be resurrected in twenty years to seek revenge on Pompey!" On a colorful Spanish horse, a bandit leader in neat armor shook his iron helmet with deer horns on his head, shouted loudly, and looked at the smoke and dust rolling down the mountain, feeling very proud.

As he said, this is the seventeenth Lusitanian market town looted by Compano. Originally, after killing Papinna at the instruction of Lepidus, this great bandit absorbed many of the former "one-eyed dragon" Setoulis's old subordinates, and brought many tribes that still had their hearts set on this general, and secretly joined him, so he had been hiding in the mountains between Lusitania and far Spain, doing some green forest activities on weekdays, which was not a rare thing on this land anyway, and he had been waiting for news from Lepidus from afar. How should I put it? In that era, you really need to rely on superstition to do anything. This is a routine that Lepidus had designed for him a long time ago. It was because Setoulis was too famous in Spain. So when this fake Compano started to act, his followers instantly reached more than 3,000, and there were thousands of horses. So he used the guerrilla harassment warfare he was best at, and was active in the central region of Lusitania. But although he was very arrogant. But Compano was not a fool. He never attacked a strong fortress with garrisons, and basically did not cross the border to find trouble in the Spanish province, because there were real elite regular legions of Pompey stationed there, so he suffered. It was the new governor of Lusitania, Marcus Varro. Therefore, old Varro could only defend the key points and ignore the vast countryside. In addition, although he was a member of the Pompey Party in the outside world, he was still in close contact with Caesar in secret. Caesar praised him like he was boasting about Cicero, "Even if you are eighty years old and want to leave this world, your luggage may require twenty of the most calculating Phoenician financial slaves to pack it up, so you should leave some for this ignorant world!" Caesar's flattery always made him feel indescribably comfortable.

Therefore, although Varro had a regular legion in his hands and recruited a new legion in the Roman colony of Lusitania, he kept these two legions in place and paid close attention to the changes in the situation, because even he now understood that in such a chaotic world, the one with soldiers is the king.

His passivity made Combano even more reckless. When the soldiers completely looted the market town and put all the coins and fine wine in a basket in front of him for review, he smiled even more happily. At this time, groups of cavalrymen wearing "Sagem" jackets of different colors and totem marks at the foot of the mountain, shouting in various dialects, came up the mountain. These were all small barbarian troops who came to "Setoulis" as agreed.

Beside Combano was a Roman named Saccosa who had inverted eyebrows and always looked sad. He acted as a "master". Saccosa was originally a gambler and alcoholic, and a patron of Creon of Governor Varro. When he went to the pro-Caesar tribe to collect heavy taxes for his master, he was arrested by Combano and forced to be his staff, financial and statistician. Now Saxosa, with his nose always covered with red wine prickles, grumbled about the spoils of the plunder, and carved and drew on the tablet. When he came to see the new barbarians who came to surrender, he changed his face again, complained a few words in Greek that Combano could not understand, and began to count the number of new forces.

"Floyce, you bastard, my request was that you join my team at Maoshi Mountain three days ago, but after receiving the order, you only came with other tribes now. Are you Pompey's spy, you untrustworthy and unpunctual bastard!" Combano suddenly saw Floyce, a small chief he hated the most, and cursed.

Floyce, who came to join the large group with thirty cavalrymen, was not to be outdone. He raised his whip and cursed at Combano.

As a result, Compano, who had one eye covered, took out a bow and arrow in a flash. He originally had a missing finger, but now he had installed an exquisite iron revolving artificial finger. When Floys was still spitting saliva, he shot an arrow straight into his throat, and the arrowhead pierced through the back of his neck. Floys didn't even grunt, and fell off his horse. "My army doesn't need such ungodly people, you know? Being late is ungodly, and all the troops he brought with him will be executed!" Compano said viciously. )