"Come and see, the ruins left by the years that swallowed up all, Rome, this is her tomb, so sad." - The 18th-century British poet Pubo said in front of the ruins of the Roman city.

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Cicero, who was obviously a little angry, waved his hand, and several entourages immediately put away the crying Julia, then shook his clothes and shouted to Curio: "You should take care of your girlfriend!" Cicero's words were very sinister, because the intimate relationship between Curio and Anthony and the same sex in the streets and alleys of Rome City were circulating in the intimate relationship between Curio and Anthony, and some people were vividly saying that when the two met privately, Anthony would wear gorgeous women's clothing to please Curio.

At this moment, the people around were also excited. They did not want the newly enfeoffed founding father to be hurt by these ungrateful "golden youths", so they yelled around. Milu and other centurions blew whistles, led the recruits to form a shield wall, and pushed the people outward, hoping to restore order.

"Enough, Anthony, I am magnanimous today and will not pursue your behavior today, but you will still be punished accordingly. The Roman army will refuse your service for three years. Obviously, it is the same this time. You should learn from your good friend Claudi. Although you three are known as the "Three Dance Kings of Banquets" together, he will become a civilian civilian guardian when he returns from the expedition. You will seek a position as a military guardian in three years!" Cicero threw down this sentence and prepared to leave.

"Then I will tell you too, Cicero, in order to verify the prophecy of the witch Sibill, I will inherit the name of the stepfather Gonailius, and I will become the third king of Rome. By then, my tyrannical anger will burn you to death." Anthony, who was held back, demonstrated to Cicero's back.

Cicero seemed to remember something, turned around and raised his finger and said, "The name of Gonailius? Yes, I am going to grant this name to the fighting hero who takes back the flag of Marriott. No matter what his identity is, even if he is a slave, Anthony, you can compete with him for the throne covered with thorns and garbage. We Romans abandoned this kind of thing." His tone of Anthony was extremely contemptuous, just like watching a five-year-old child who lost in a game of ball.

Marco Anthony over there was furious. A squad-level official who looked like an oriental man listened to the conversation between the two sides very carefully. "This time, do I have to make a name for a clan? I will have a bit of aristocratic style in the future."

On the colonel field, the forces of the two city corpses held the removal ceremony and swore to go on the expedition. The flag-holding officer walked in front of the team with grape canes and camp flags, but what made all the soldiers uneasy was that the commander and second-CEO Neruda fell ill from the beginning of the dispatch. According to himself, he had eaten too much seafood and suffered from gout. He lay on the stretcher of the soldiers on all sides, walking in the middle of the team so that all the officers and soldiers could see his pain.

Others don't understand. Karabis is very clear in his heart, and Cicero is also a fox. He and Neruda have already reached an agreement: Cicero will not pursue Neruda's close relationship with Katilin before, and arrange for him to retreat from the position of consul. After going to the rich Macedonian province to be the chief executive (governor); correspondingly, when Neruda commanded the army, he must implement the "drag" decision, and try to drag Pompei to triumph. Neruda is probably too immersed in the play, not only does he "drag" but also pretend to be sick.

Therefore, the actual command of the Second City Legion marching is the deputy general Claudi. Of course, ordinary soldiers do not understand the transaction between Cicero and Neruda. The rumors all say this, "Neruda deliberately pretended to be sick because of his previous intimate relationship with his enemy Kathirin."

When Karabis heard this trend, he felt even brighter. This rumor was not spread by "professional player" Claudi, so it would be strange!

On the squeaking bronze bull cart, Karabis and several colleagues sat on it, surrounded by smoke and dust stirring from the footsteps of the soldiers recruited by the Fourth and Tenth Brigades of the Second Legion, which made him cough. Milu and Tagus and other centurions held their canes and stood on the side of the queue. The military musicians blew the trumpet and made rhythmic music to restrain the soldiers' steps, "I told you to raise your left foot and follow the beat!" Tagus slammed a recruit's ankle with his cane. The recruit quickly jumped twice in a synchronic manner, and finally remained consistent with the sound of the trumpet again. As a result, his jumping made the steps in front and back again, and only the sound of the cane was whipped endlessly.

Behind the ox cart is the "Vesua Advance Army" who follows the Karabis team, the big wave of hawkers, prostitutes, craftsmen, and flocks of poultry and goats with neat steps...

"Oh, you are the one in Xiaoya, yes, yes, yes, I have also brought me some food. Karabis, now my brother-in-law's guest, right?" In the camp, Claudi saw Karabis who came to visit him, pretended to be trying hard to recall, and then smiled, indicating that he suddenly realized.

The entourage gently placed two exquisite bags on Claudi's table. Claudi lowered his eyes and pulled the ropes of the bag open and closed. There was at least five thousand Sethstras inside. After shaking twice, he placed them under the table. Then the man next to Karabis held a pair of exquisitely carved armor, with a gilded lion embossed on it, which looked no less than fifteen thousand Sethstras.

"What's the guigan, Karabis?" Claudi asked with a smile, crossed his fingers.

In the evening, Claudi walked into the camp of coach Neruda. Neruda, who was eating seafood in the chair, hurriedly hid the plates in the dark, and then raised his legs and continued to hum, "I'm here to apply for the arrangement of the marching route from you, General." Claudi said with a smile, with no unnecessary eyes.

"Just track and continue to track Katilin's troops." - Neruda, the "savage" on the recliner, said weakly.

"But just now, a loyal officer of the scale, reported to me the dynamics of the army. The soldiers and centurions were full of unstable emotions. They needed your clear and clear instructions. Because the army of Katilin had been in the mountains of Etruscan and Poh Gaul, leading our noses and pretending to be the consul, and he was taking the lead in recruiting troops and collecting grain everywhere. His team became larger and larger."

Neruda said unhappily: "Young Claudi, you have to know how bad the two legions we brought are. Many soldiers only have swords, and even shields and javelins are not equipped. What should we do to fight against Kathirin?"

Claudi stepped forward and gestured on the sand table at the meeting table: "General, don't forget that we have reinforcements from three regular legions of General Metra from Gaul. They are well equipped and morale, and are now stationed in the Pikenum area. No matter how Katilin travels, he has only three roads to choose from - one, cross the Lenno Valley to Bolunya; two, cross the Feumarbo Pass to Gaul; three, and finally from the Arno Valley to the Gulf of Liguria (now Genoa).

"Stay on." Neruda replied helplessly. Although he wanted to continue pretending to be sick, the complaints of the officers and soldiers were enough to scare him.
Chapter completed!