"Please allow me to add another sentence, that is, Carthage must perish." - Every time Old Gatu finished his speech in the Senate, no matter what the topic it was, he would add this sentence at the end.

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On this side, in front of Neruda's legion position, the soldiers had already set up positions and were waiting for the coach's lecture. The two brigades of Karabis, who had just returned, were ranked at the forefront of the left wing of the team because of their outstanding performance in the previous battle. Karabis was fully equipped with military uniforms and stood next to the flag-holder. In the first row of the team, the wind kept blowing down and blowing his feathers on his helmet.

Because it was no surprise that the consul Neruda was still lying in the camp due to gout. The person who served as the highest commander in this battle was Deputy Commander Petternius, and the person who was responsible for the command of the left wing of Karabis was Deputy General Claudi.

Petternius rode a white horse, accompanied by his scepter holding a scepter and a bunch of sticks, and walked from one end of the array to the other end. "Soldiers, your battle today is not only to protect the noble republic, but also to protect your own family's shrines and stoves. The enemies are all unarmed bandits, who are dissatisfied with the republic and want to seize your property, family, and they are the dirtiest in the sewer.

The group of bed bugs, except to increase your military merits and rewards, have no ability, they are born with this value. Pirus, my closest centurion, we fought together twenty years ago - Hotenhus, you and your children are in the same queue today, maybe you can talk to the little guy about how we fought side by side to kill the barbarians back then - Milu, when you heard that you were in Spain, the soldiers of Sula were frightened, today

They can end this painful day, because their heads will soon stop thinking - Calabis, I heard that before this war, you were a wealthy zi tempting people in the city of Rome, and now your battle in front of the river valley pass proves that you can not only use money, but also use swords to fight for your rights." Petternius obviously made sufficient preparations in advance, and he said one by one the names of combat heroes he had known or had known,

The fighting spirit of everyone, "Many of you, as veterans, have spent thirty years of military camp time with me, and have supported me from military guards, battalion officers, deputy generals, commanders, and deputy commanders. Today, many of you have returned here after being over the age of service and acted as my strong arms. You can all enjoy the salary of a senior centurion. Today, we are still fighting together and will surely win!"

"God bless Rome!" All the soldiers in the array, in the deafening sound of trumpets, took weapons and advanced step by step towards the rebels in a row of 100-man teams, following the trembling pace of the entire Pistonian wasteland.

The rebels there also formed a horizontal battle formation with eight selected 100-man teams, with Katilin in the middle and Manius on the right wing. Another veteran centurion from Fesulai commanded the left wing. They also took steps in a stern step and came opposite each other. Pistonia is a narrow and long battlefield between the rocky hills and the barren mountains. Due to this terrain limitation, the front-line forces of both sides were not spread out, so Katilin specially added dense reserve forces behind the front line.

After entering the shooting distance, the light scattered soldiers on both sides jumped out of the formation like wolves, throwing hunting spears and flying stones at each other. Some people were constantly hit by the side of Karabis, and some were shaking twice everywhere. They resisted and continued to move forward. Some were hit by the vital points, but fell silently and drowned in the team of successors. Looking back, they couldn't find it - Petternius intended to mix the teams of recruits and veterans together and interlocked with each other in order to prevent the recruits from retreating timidly in the face of the battle.

"Comrades, isn't the war in the river valley pass before enough to prove that we are a solid team? Although you have not been on the battlefield for a long time, the blood of the Roman soldiers in your bodies has awakened. Don't be afraid of those old guys. They have eaten barley rice mixed with sand for several years than you. They have lost their minds in the countryside. You are different. You are bold, flexible and fearless. Can't you stab a rival who is about the same age as your grandfather?" Karabis stood at the far left front of the team, waving the money box and shouted, "After defeat, each person will have two hundred owls, kill the enemy, go to the battlefield alive, and make money. This is your mission today!"

The dust stirred up in the sky, covering the sunlight, but the formations of both sides were getting closer and closer. You could see the other party's eyes, which were both hatred and bloodthirsty under the helmets, gradually pressing against each other, swaying and touching for a short time, and piercing each other fanatically in the shouts of fighting.

There were figures of people raising swords to cut each other everywhere. Because the battle line was too short and the formation was too dense, the traditional legion stabbing tactics had been abandoned and entered a melee between the enemy and us. Karabis and Tagus were shoulder to shoulder, screaming, constantly cutting down the enemy and charging towards the depths of the enemy.

A new recruit from his side was stabbed to death by an old man with gray hair on the other side. Before he died, he pulled off the old man's helmet. Karabis screamed, jumped over his companion's body, and faced the old man from the side with a blow. The old man blocked his backhand and instead swung Karabis's sword away. Then he hit Karabis with a shield. The scale officer was hit with a few Roman rulers on the side, and the helmet was also knocked off. It seemed that the opponent was definitely a cruel horn.

He decisively grabbed a pair of small shields on the ground, turned over, blocked the old guy's thrust, and then kicked it with his feet, hitting the man's knee. The opponent's center of gravity was unbalanced, and his upper body hit the small shield, with a heavy blow, and then banged back to the ground.

Karabis held a small shield and flew forward. The old guy who fell to the ground was indeed a veteran with many years of experience. Although he was bleeding, he still tried to struggle, groped his dagger and prepared to fight back. Karabis didn't give him a chance. He used the fierce move of fighting fist, without using a sword, and quickly came over. He first stepped on the other party's chest with his left foot, then raised his right foot, and with a crisp sound, he directly cut off the other party's throat. The old guy's head slurped and fell weakly to the side, his gray short hair dancing in the wave of killing.

"Gaus Manius" - When Karabis peeled off the opponent's gold ring, he learned that this guy was Katilin's right-wing commander, Manius.
Chapter completed!