Augustus Road

"In short, we need to find an agent to handle this matter!" Seeing that no one came up with specific plans, Spinzel simply made his attitude clear. "Agent" seems to be much better. Anyway, there is someone to do it himself. Not a bad thing.

At this time, the group of senators started talking again. Some said that they could imitate the death of Romulus. Everyone used the purpose of gathering to trick Caesar into the Temple of Love or the Temple of Fire, and collectively stepped forward to kill him. Kill him, chop the body into pieces, and then each of us will transport the pieces home and bury them. In this way, even if his henchmen want to pursue the murderer, there is no way?

"Are you stupid? Caesar is always accompanied by three hundred fully armed guards, half of whom he selected from his elite soldiers, and the other half of whom are young barbarians from Spain and Gaul who voluntarily followed him. When the time comes, in front of the Temple of Fire, I'm afraid it's us who will be chopped into pieces." After explaining, Spinzer continued to call the other party a fool.

"Then, while Caesar is on an expedition, declare the country to be in a state of emergency, send someone to take over his army, and then send an envoy to imprison him." At this time, Luga was determined to imitate Marius's method of dealing with Sulla and deprive him of it. Caesar's legions.

These words made Banks applaud repeatedly and said: "This strategy is simply perfect. When the time comes, the task of going to the legion camp to take over will be left to you, Your Excellency%万%书%bar%.nsb.m!" Luga was so frightened that his face turned pale and he didn't dare to say anything anymore. In the end, the senators groaned and couldn't think of a suitable solution. Just when everyone was at a loss, the legal officer Aetius sneered. , proposed a method that seems to be effective, but is very dangerous. "Use agents. But definitely not from our side. Instead, use the people closest to Caesar." So the leaders understood the idea and walked into a dark corner of the New Love Temple. The rest of the elders They all turned around and looked around carefully, then dispersed towards the streets of their respective mansions.

"Now Caesar has just killed Pompey. He has about 80,000 retired soldiers who have been placed throughout Italy and other colonial areas. These people are his strongest backing, just like Sulla back then. This man is so unscrupulous now, so the biggest dilemma now is not whether to kill Caesar or not, but that even if we kill this man, we cannot shake his power. Once his deputies encourage the veterans to attack Rome, We and our family will suffer disaster," Aetius analyzed carefully, "But we can't just surrender. Caesar has reached the pinnacle of power, and he doesn't care about the Senate or the people at all. Once the Parthian expedition occurs. After victory, no one will dare to challenge him when he returns to Rome. He will rule the country as an Eastern emperor, using slaves and soldiers as his cronies, and riding on the heads of the nobles to dominate, and we will be worse off. die!"

Aetius' words made everyone present feel sad, and some of them were so emotional that they even cried. "My suggestion is to kill Caesar, but temporarily retain all his decrees. As long as it can prevent him from further destroying the Republic, our Senate will not take him seriously based on his party members alone, let alone us. I will use greater sincerity to disintegrate and divide them, so that most of them can be used by me." Aetius said calmly, "According to my observation, those who are most loyal to Caesar are his. The assistants who were promoted from the bottom include Pansa, Hedius, Lepidus, Igurus, etc., but most of them were from noble families and were dissatisfied with his policies. These people were dissatisfied with the Republic. There are feelings - and I got this information recently.”…

As he said that, Aetius' eyes flickered and he held out a piece of cloth. Several senators came over to take a look, "Cassius, Brutus, and Decimus."

"Yes." Aetius immediately put away the cloth, "They are planning a small group, of which Cassio is the mastermind. They urgently need the Senate to give their actions legitimacy after taking action."

"We can give, but we don't know how determined this group of people is. In addition, in this year's election, under the control of Caesar, Cassius and Brutus were the default magistrates, and Diximus was not the Sicilian The envoy is the envoy of Shannan Gaul." Banks, who is familiar with the inside story of officialdom, is a little worried.

"It's Transalpine Gaul. Alpine Gaul will probably give it to Brutus after his term as judicial officer ends." Obviously Aetius is more familiar with the inside story. "Now the drawing of lots is completely insignificant to Caesar. Maybe two or three In the next year, he will cancel this procedure and assign his minions to various provinces at will. What you are most confused about now is whether this small group is reliable and whether it is worth betting our lives on this! But! Please believe me, my friend, although Cassio is the mastermind, Neri Brutus is the spiritual core of the entire group!”

"Brutus, Brutus, that illegitimate son of Caesar?" Luga almost laughed out loud, but his move tore the wound on his finger, and he immediately winced in pain.

"Stop talking nonsense. Now is not the time to play these boring word tricks. Simply put, our 'agent' is Brutus. How much do you know about this young noble?" Aetius interrupted Luga. Rude words, continue to ask.

"He is a strange man. He once served as treasurer under his uncle and was close to the province where I worked. At that time, this man signed a contract with a group of tax collectors in Ephesus to collect taxes for Cato the Younger, and then At the end of the year, when someone could not repay his debt, he personally took his sword and soldiers to take the debtor's family and sell them in the slave market," recalled a senator named Casca who had supported Caesar. Said, "In short, he will definitely do whatever he thinks should be done. He doesn't seek to be reasonable but only seeks to be reasonable. This is the kind of person he is."

"Then Brutus must be made to think that killing Caesar is something he should do now." Aetius patted his chest, indicating that he had to do this immediately.

About half a market day later, during the Diana Festival on August 13, the gates of the Grand Forum of the God of Mars in Rome burst open, and the veterans wearing red cloaks and armed with great splendor walked in neat steps. , stepping into the streets of the city, they sang to everyone in unison:

"Citizens, send your wives to the houses and hide them, because the lecherous bald man is coming!"