"Anyone who can take up weapons but does not take up weapons is a traitor in Italy." - Giuseppe Garibaldi's launching edict

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On the bright day at the end of April, Libida's six legions, accompanied by the escort of the fleet, landed on ashore in Malaga, Spain, and another top of the Ebro Bay, Cadiaris, and divided into two left and right routes. The right route was the "Leus Legion" led by Libida himself, the "Numa King Legion" led by Dussenvier, and the Sixth Legion composed of Sardinian children. The goal was to go straight to Ursau, the fortress between the Bebethis River and the Guadalchivi River; the other way was the 12th, 13th and 15th legions appointed by Karenus, the goal was to enter the Italian city of Sabo's hometown, Italy, and cross the Guadalchivi River, threatening the city of Corduba from the flank.

Then, Li Bida, who came ashore, unexpectedly, that Malaga, the largest port in southern Spain, dared to defend himself behind closed doors.

The following scene is very familiar, that is, the new fleet of Cyrene blocked the port of Magara first, and then the infantry of the Liwus legion erected the siege of the siege and began to dig trenches.

"Call the elder representatives of this ignorant city to see me." Li Bida, who was in the tent of the commander, ordered.

Soon, fifteen city representatives held all olive branches and crept in front of Li Bida, "Why are you taking a confrontation with the representatives of the Republic and the army?" Li Bida rebuked sternly.

After obtaining the permission of the high priest to arm the entourage, several representatives raised their heads in fear and argued to Li Bida. "Because we are afraid of the same consequence as in the civil war that year, we provide shelter for Crassu who has been sheltering here. We provide military rations and money. However, when Crassu recruited a team to join the Sula army, he took the lead in looting our city. Therefore, the Presbyterian Church issued an order that Magara, a free city, would never be involved in any party in the subsequent civil war of the Republic."

"It turns out that what the Lord said is not false. After Malu and Qinna captured the city of Rome, they promulgated the public enemy. Crasso's father and brother died in a catastrophe. He fled to Spain and was hidden in a cave by his father's wealthy Krien in the city of Magara in a cave." Li Bida thought silently in his heart, and then he thought about it and turned to the representative of Magara's representative, "Open the city gate immediately and do not allow for defense at will. I can guarantee that the army will be stationed outside the city, not interfere with the looting of the city, and also exempt the collection of the city. But you must provide me with ten hostages and serve as my guide. Also, tell me where was the cave where Crasso was hiding back then?"

According to the agreement, Magara City opened the city gate in a half-doubted but helpless state of mind. Li Bida really kept his promise. He just wanted the city to provide port mooring for his fleet. Then the high priest took a small number of guard soldiers with interest and strolled to a coastal manor on his horse on his horse.

The manor looked deserted for a long time, the fence had collapsed, and the weeds and wild flowers were covered with buildings and warehouses. When Li Bida walked in and rode his horse into it, he saw an old woman about sixty years old leaning against the porch full of pottery, fiddling with the spinning machine.

Seeing this, Li Bida jumped off the horse's back and walked to the old woman. The other party raised his wrinkles on his face and his white hair. She was wrapped in a simple and clean blanket, but Li Bida could vaguely tell that the old woman must have looked good when she was young.

"Dear noble, I am Vibius's female slave, and my master appointed me to stay in this manor." The old woman hurriedly stood up to pay tribute, and was gently supported by Li Bida. Then the high priest asked her to sit down, "You are the best witness about the style of the past era."

"Yes, if you have anything to ask, please ask... Master Vibius once taught me some Greek reading and writing when I was young." The old woman was generous and seemed to be unrestrained. As she said that the old woman shouted a few words inside, a young beauty with a slim figure and slightly dark skin slowly came out of it. "This is my granddaughter. We don't have any serious names. They all follow the name of the master. You can call me Old Villia, and call her Little Villia. Hello, Little Villia, get some honey wine for this noble master."

Little Vilia blushed and hunched down. The gray braid on the back of her neck shook her chest and buttocks were well developed, and she ran and shakingly, like a small gray-backed swan in the forest, lively and cute and full of a friendly local atmosphere. Soon she came out with a small pot of clay pot and knelt in front of Li Bida, pouring honey wine for him, her eyes drooping, shy and flattering expression, which made the high priest very happy, so she gave her a few small silver coins, "This manor has been in decline for a long time, right? Where is your master Vibius?"

"Thirty years ago he left here, taking my sister and my sister's children." Old Villia squeaked the spinning machine, as if trapped in distant memories. "Then the master left the manor, gave me and my husband a house, and promised me to give me the right to free people for future generations. That's it. I spend the rest of my life here until you come, and look at your dress, your outfit and your demeanor, and so many entourages of different skin colors. You are the second big man to come to this manor."

While speaking, Li Bida sipped honey wine. It tasted very mellow, and it was definitely not made by ordinary village gangsters in the countryside. The sunshine in this season was surprisingly bright, and the woods and ponds were also cute, which made the high priest feel a little fluttering. He lay slightly on the thick wooden lounge chair that Li Biya moved out. Listening to the birds' chirping from time to time, the breeze whispering overhead, and the sound of the waves in the distance, there was a feeling of fighting eyelids. After a while, Li Bida turned out from the room again, magically holding a wooden plate with chopped sweet onions slices and a small jar of wine. Li Bida ate and drank a few sips, and his whole body and mind were so comfortable that it was extremely comfortable. Then he lazily asked the old woman, "The first big figure should be Crassu, right?"

The old woman suddenly showed a cheerful look, as if she was proud and as proud. She nodded, "Forty years ago, he fled from afar to the owner of Magara's manor. My sister and I accompanied him for eight months."

Then she saw Li Bida looking at his granddaughter who was still kneeling in front of the recliner with a questioning look, and then laughed and said, "Negotiable, don't do this. This girl is my husband and I, not Crasso's."
Chapter completed!