Augustus Road

"Really, my child, I can trust you, right?" Caesar had no expression on his face, but he finally handed Tyranion's memorandum to his personal slave, and then asked the servants and domestic slaves to sit in the theater Waiting outside the entrance, "Where's your dagger, Brutus."

"It's on him." Even Brutus felt a little uneasy, and the senators next to him were trembling again. They were afraid that Caesar would really ask to search what was hidden in Brutus's robe, because all the strong followers were there at this time. Beside the dictator, he raised his hand, fearing that it would not be particularly easy to stab him to death.

But when Caesar heard this answer, he just smiled indifferently, and then held Brutus's back and walked into the inner hall of the theater. More than a dozen senators winked at each other and quickly moved behind Caesar. The whole area was occupied. At this time, Cassio, who was standing on a high place to greet him, also secretly signaled to Decimus. Then Decimus asked the sword fighting slave he brought to move the theater facing the street. All the fences on the side were occupied, and no "latecomers were allowed to disturb this gathering."

"Tell all the other sword-fighting slaves on standby in the city to come over." Deximos said to a close disciple, and then the guy went around to the passage between the theater and the square and passed through. "We have to congratulate the consul Julius today, because he will be deposed by Dictado Julius in four days." Among them, Cicero, standing in the back, was waiting with his son-in-law Eurabella. When someone makes a joke, everyone around them will laugh heartily.

In the wide aisle, in a recessed colonnade in the theater wall, stood a white statue of Pompey. When the owner of the statue was still sinking in the mud of the Mykonin Salt Lake in Africa, turning black and smelly, the statue was as white as new. Originally, Caesar's men wanted to destroy it, but Caesar stopped it. Today, when he walked under the statue, he subconsciously looked at it and saw the shadow of the lock of hair hanging on the head of "Pompeo." It is even more profound, which makes the corners of its mouth and the shape of the bridge of its nose carry an indescribable, weird and contemptuous smile. On the other side, Brutus helped Caesar with his hands and sat on the armchair in front of the statue. The senators from the front, back and left immediately surrounded him. Caesar felt that something was wrong in the surrounding air, and there were noisy heads shaking everywhere. , he felt vaguely angry and disgusted, and shouted, "If you have anything to do, go to the hall to deal with it, you Bruti and Kumi people." At this time, he felt that he was starting to lose control of his words and eyes again, and his hands and feet were a little shaky. Ma, are you going to get sick here?

Casca was still tugging on his robe, which made him particularly annoyed. Caesar was about to push him away, but when he stretched out his hand, Casca forcefully pulled Caesar's robe away from his shoulders. Falling down, "Damn Casca, what do you want to do!" Caesar shouted in Latin, followed by the sound of metal weapons falling - Casca used too much force, causing his dagger to fall on the marble floor superior.

The whole scene seemed to be silent for a moment. Cicero, Eurabella and other senators behind were all stunned, staring blankly at the commotion in the aisle.

"Let me in, let me in!" At this time, at the entrance iron gate of the theater, Anthony was sweating profusely and roaring, furious, but many sword fighting slaves controlled the place tightly, and Deximos's face behind him was different from the weather. Just as gloomy, he said to Anthony, "Dear Cavalry Commander, just wait for the moment when the dust settles. Soon the two titles of Dictator and Cavalry Commander will fall like comets."

The noise also attracted more and more people and representatives of the People's Association to come to the iron gate in groups to watch.

Caesar tried to get up from the armchair, but Casca swooped forward, picked up the dagger in his hand, and struck Caesar on the thigh. Caesar roared. After all, he was a battle-hardened man, and instinctively turned slightly sideways, The blade of Casca's dagger was deflected and slipped underneath. As a result, he exerted too much force and his nose was hit by the hilt of the sword. His nosebleeds instantly flowed out. In a hurry, he shouted, "Everyone, are you still waiting? What, kill the tyrant!"

At this time, Luga and Banks also hurriedly took out their daggers. Then Luga's dagger failed to hold it firmly and fell to the ground. When he leaned down to pick it up, he was stabbed in the buttocks by Banks because The opponent turned his head and stabbed randomly with his eyes closed.

Screams and calls broke out one after another, and the other senators rushed forward and stabbed Caesar with daggers, but their skills were really poor. Caesar waved his arms and kicked the two senators. He was kicked down directly, but more and more people rushed forward. Some senators had no time to get weapons, so they attacked with their hands or teeth. At this time, in the chaos, Caesar felt that he was about to have an epileptic seizure. He saw Brutus's face. , and shouted, "Help quickly"

Then Brutus stepped forward and stabbed Caesar's groin very calmly and accurately.

Then, Cassius walked around behind Caesar and struck him on the neck. Caesar's blood was all over his body and head. He still looked at Brutus with an expression of finally believing or not believing it. "My child, I still have you"

After saying that, he slowly lifted up his robe, covering his face, and let out a few weak moans, still being stabbed by more and more daggers on his body.

A pigeon landed on the window sill of the Temple of Vesta. Under its white feathers, it had black bean-like eyes. After looking condescendingly at Lepidus for a few minutes, it flew away.

"Behold, the words have come true: the earth is shaking, thunder is roaring in the depths of the earth, the fiery mane of lightning is flashing, the whirlwinds are whirling up dust, and the winds are rushing everywhere, clashing and fighting with each other; the sky and the sea are confused! This storm is clearly coming from Zeus to frighten me. My divine mother, you who push the shining sky, do you see what kind of persecution I am suffering - everything will disappear in the thunder and lightning storm?"