During this truce period on the market day, both sides did not relax, and Brutu was still trying his best to consolidate the city defense and provide for the injury; while Li Bida inspected the entire army, rewarded the merits, and asked to lay new siege positions and build new siege equipment.

One day, Li Bida personally wore a cloak and patrolled the siege under the escort's guards. As a result, he saw Brutu standing on the tower on the other side of the trench. The two looked at each other, and then Li Bida pulled the reins and made a gesture of hope to negotiate. Seeing this scene, Brutu also asked the soldiers around him not to move around and not to shoot.

In this way, Li Bida rode his horse and slowly came under the city wall, but when he saw the city walls crowded, he was talking, "Brutu, your army suffered heavy casualties, and all the commanders who could rely on were killed in battle. Do you still count on those who only know how to write poetry, such as Horace and Virgil, fighting for you? Athens was destroyed many years ago. Now I hope you can calm down and temporarily put aside the prejudices of the party and ideas, and there is no need to add innocent sacrifice."

"It is unnecessary to say this. My uncle was still alone. When I went to the city of Marcellia, I didn't understand him. Is it dangerous to do that? Shouldn't a philosopher think about protecting himself under various environments and conditions? But now my heart is very pure. Xiao Katu's flag and career are the only one left. I cannot give up, I can only fall down. Even if I lose my life, I have no regrets." Brutu held the city wall and said resolutely.

"I will sell all the people in this city, whether civilians or nobles, whether craftsmen or scholars, as slaves. All soldiers are crucified, and all buildings and walls are razed to the ground. From then on, there will be no Athens in this land and sea area, and there will be no more. Even so, will you still be stubborn?" Li Bida waved his arm and said intimidation with a stern voice.

At this time, a centurion beside Brutu roared and was about to shoot a crossbow at Li Bida, but Brutu twisted it. Then Li Bida turned his horse's head, "You are still like your stubborn uncle." After that, he immediately jumped over the trench and rushed to his position easily.

Then, Libida's siege position was consolidated day by day, and every day there were soldiers on duty to go around to harvest wheat, and the fleet blocked the Piraeus port. Now Brutu's situation is "dead" - Athens is not big, and the grain supply inside is not enough to support several legions, but it is already impossible to break through. Almost all islands and seas are patrolled by Libida's ships in the entire Aegean Sea to Crete.

Shortly afterwards, hunger began to appear on the street. Many centurions and military guards found nothing to do. Brutu, who was sitting on the chair of the Acropolis council hall, asked him to make a decision as soon as possible: the granaries in the city were about to dry up, should they collect food from citizens or break through as soon as possible.

"I think the former is more appropriate. If the war needs to continue, we have to do so." A young civil guard told Brutu directly. "There is no expectation to break through, otherwise we will have to starve to death here, or wait for the enemy to capture it, sell us all into slavery, or crucify."

Brutu held his head in distress and asked in a hoarse voice, "Charging food for civilians? That means that the most cruel scene is about to happen, and then the entire arena and streets of Athens will be full of hunger."

The surroundings were silent, which was equivalent to agreeing with Brutu's speculation, as if the tragedy of Marcellia in the past was about to happen again, because the letter sent by Li Bida was clearly stated, "Your uncle was killed by angry Marcellia citizens, not suicide. The purpose of my concealment is to be the reputation of Xiao Katu. However, if you insist on doing your own thing in Athens, I believe you will end up with the same fate. By that time, I will not cover up anything for you. You will just wait for your body to be survived by the citizens who survived.

The soldiers were dragging the streets and then hung on the top of the Acropolis, so that the wild dogs and crows could be eaten. I know the psychology of a honorary family like you. Yes Marcus Brutu, you are not a philosopher or a politician at all, but a honorary family. For ridiculous honor, you can abandon your wife and relatives, and you can trap anyone's life and interests just for your good feelings. But this time I will never let you succeed, you will die miserably and despicable, and your name will become an eternal shame in Athens."

Brutu felt frightened, the kind of fear that the doomsday was coming but could not respond with slackeningly. It would be great if he had listened to Kasio and Prince Parthia at the beginning. Even if he died in a vigorous battle on the battlefield and on the ocean, it would be much more decent than now. He retreated all the Governor Zuo and the officers, saying that he would soon give a solution. Then he took out Li Bida's letter board, observed it twice, and threw it into the brazier, watching it ignite, then sighed, hitting his forehead with his fist, buried it deeply, thinking about it.

So when Li Bida's messenger came here, Brutu was still watching the embers and doing nothing, "Eurabella, it's you." Although he had to hear the wind before, Brutu still felt indescribable when he saw the bald man opposite him.

"Give up, Brutu, there is no need to resist stubbornly. If you continue to fight to the death, then the whole person and the city will be in a very tragic situation." Urabella shouted sharply, stretched out her hands, and her whole body seemed to be suffering from malaria.

Brutu looked at him strangely, then he stood up and said to the surrounding papers and Genzo, "How strange is this. Once a fanatical republican youth, after experiencing intimidation and hardship, changed his course and became a fanatical believer of the monarchy. Urabella. I don't know what happened to you, but in the past two years, the hearts of the people of Rome and the Republic have completely changed. Everyone abandoned the ideas of their ancestors and became in the dust, like a ** dressed in bright red costumes, chasing money and wealth, enduring the pain of enslavement, but still willing to accept it. The glorious echoes are moving away from Capitoë, while the flattering shouts of the Colosseum and theatre are rising."
Chapter completed!