Manius grabbed Katilin's arm and said bitterly: "Don't believe these unrighteous barbarians. Just give a can of wine and they can compensate you for your son at any time. Even Turus is now in Rome, we don't know how he has failed. Katilin, my comrade, I beg you again and rush to the blockade line in front, and we will be done, instead of following these ulterior motives and turning back to Feumarbo. As far as I know, it has been occupied by the army of Marcus Metra, and we are also following Neruda. This is very dangerous. We will be attacked and dispersed at any time!"

"Neruda, I have an agreement with me in advance, and he will not make things too difficult for me. His previous performance has proved that the heart of this old friend is still on my side." At this time, the Gaul envoy raised the papyrus scroll in his hand, which was clearly seen on it. There were indeed seals stamped by Lian Tulus and the Alobrocitus tribe, "Look, this is the certificate. We can really go to Modier. We should have gone to Gaul long ago, yes - there are many people there.

Yes, the warlike alien warriors who were dissatisfied with the old Roman government were for my use. Manius blamed me for trusting Lian Tulus too much before. He kept assured me in letters that he could launch a successful riot to help me seize Rome, and that we would stay in Etrusia for so long. Now, since Gaul's friends have clearly expressed their willingness to help, we must give up our fantasies, change our courses, and go to Gaul unswervingly."

"It's you who should give up on your fantasy!" Manius could no longer bear it.

At this moment, a blond-haired, ugly-looking man in the rebel group gave a slight wink at one of the Gaul envoys.

In front of the barrier of the blockade, hundreds of soldiers guarding the side were lined up in a rectangular dense deep formation. In the smoke and dust, the flag officer and trumpeter were blowing sentimental tunes melodiously. Milu, Tagus, Pope, and Karabis, who was still bleeding from the corners of his mouth and nose, stood at the front of the team. Their faces were stained with dark dust. He was holding a blood-dripping sword in his hands.

"We just need to hold on for a long time, and Katilin must retreat." Karabis said to his comrades next to him according to his prior estimate.

"The premise is that we can persist for so long under the attack of the opponent's veterans' front line, and now we can only fight head-on with them." Milu replied.

Karabis stroked his nose again and muttered, "Isn't this the reason why we stand at the front of the formation?"

Then, they stood in the sea breeze, and were blown for a long time. The Khatilin position, which was several frosty distances, began to gradually retreat. They couldn't believe the guards of their eyes, and thought it was an illusion of light caused by the sea and the blue sky. Everyone stood on the battle post, watching, but they still dared not move, until the enemy on the opposite side retreated safely, carrying the huge golden eagle flag with them.

After the Katilin team left for two full moments, Karabis sent a vanguard from a team of ten to look for the whistle.

At night, they were still standing in the sea breeze, their legs stiffened until the vanguard returned: the enemy had indeed retreated and turned back to the valley. All the people did not say a word, and they all sat on the ground...

About half a market later, Katilin's fantasy was finally shattered. The so-called messengers of the Alobrocitus tribe slipped away on the mountain road in the chaos of the march. When all the rebels arrived at the Feumarbo Pass, as Manius said, there were already five elite troops stationed there, all of which were from the Marcus Metra Legion, and a solid camp had been built.

The Neruda Legion behind was not as ruthless as an "old friend" and pursued him relentlessly. In the end, Katilin's rebels were surrounded between the mountains and the enemy's positions, a narrow plain in the mountains, called Pistonia. At this time, many unsolicited wills, who originally wanted to follow Katilin to kill Rome and plunder, including many slaves and even veterans, quietly slipped away with weapons halfway through the way. Katilin's military strength was left with thousands of loyal fans, and they were still following their lives and death, but in addition to their bloody courage, their combat power was really worrying.

Kathirin stepped on the temporary platform, and the entourage beside him raised the eagle flag of the "Simbri" that boosted morale. Although the Roman reformer and radicals were hesitant and undecided, they led to the current desperate consequences, but on this desperate journey, they burst out with blood and energy that had fought for the last breath. He was passionate about the entire army: "Yes, my friends and my soldiers, the responsibility lies with me now. I trusted Liantulus' promise and rejected Manius' advice, which led to the tragedy of the entire army being surrounded. I also know that words cannot make a person brave, and the speech of a commander cannot make a sluggish army.

The team is out of the dilemma, but I believe that taking up weapons to fight is the instinct in your blood, because we are engaged in a noble cause, fighting for the Republic, freedom, and life, while they fight for a small group of powerful people, cowardice and despicable are their true nature. Will we be afraid of such enemies? You could have lived a life in exile or returned to Rome to beg for life, but we are all real men, and we cannot bear this humiliation. Xenophon once said---If a person wants to survive and chooses to escape, then he is simply crazy, because the winner can survive, and the probability of the escaped cowards dying is much greater than that of the warriors who hold their positions!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly pulled out his sword, "Let bravery become your strongest barrier! Even if we will fail here today, we must make the enemy pay the most tragic and heaviest price. Don't be captives, don't be slaughtered like animals, and let the enemy tremble at your proudly falling corpse!" At this time, all the rebels burst into tears, drew out their swords or wooden spears together, and shouted slogans in unison.
Chapter completed!