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At this moment, Karabis sucked the air on the battlefield. His wound was bandaged and it was no longer a big deal. He only saw soldiers walking everywhere. Some were peeling the relics of the dead in silence, while others cried at the corpse. Perhaps the man was his relative or friend. This time, he stood in a different camp and fought each other desperately. There was also a short soldier sitting on a rebel corpse, constantly using his sword to kill the corpse, digging his eyes, cutting his ears and genitals. Karabis walked up and kicked the guy, snatching the sword. The little man started cursing: "This corpse was my enemy during his lifetime. He killed my family and killed him. Now he deserves to be unlucky. He has participated in the loser's side. What's wrong with me insulting his corpse!"

When Petternius and Claudi came to the corpse of Catilin and Manius with their own soldiers, Oplich was standing in the pile of corpses holding Marius's eagle flag, "I finally regained the eagle flag. This is your record, which is gratifying." Petternius and Claudi were overjoyed and walked up to hug Karabis and others. It was nothing strange. The merits of the legion were their merits. Petternius would be appointed by the Macedonian Dushi, and Claudi would be appointed by the civil guardian for five years after returning to the city.

"Which warrior killed Lucius Katilin?" Out of caution, Petternius asked this question.

Just as others were about to push Karabis out of the ranks, Karabis suddenly launched an ordinary soldier and said, "It's this warrior. He is from the 10th brigade. General." Petterneus nodded and hung a very thick gold chain on the breastplate of the lucky ghost. "This is a symbol of your glory, child. From now on, you will enjoy four food and salary and centurion treatment. Follow me to Macedonia in the future, and I will make a good job for you."

The soldier who received the reward without merits, with a cheerful and surprised expression on his face, as if he was in a dream. Tagus, Milu and others looked at Karabis, who gave up his military achievements because of "caring for and caring for his subordinates". Although he knew about it, he stopped talking. Karabis also smiled very humblely and cheered at the soldier.

"Everyone knows that Kathirin, even if he dies, is still a hero of Roman civilians and nobles. Those who kill him will inevitably be hated. It will be very unfavorable to the future development path. If an ordinary soldier is rewarded and fat, it would be fine, but I will not receive this hot merit for four portions of food and salary, because I want to go further!" Karabis thought in his heart while applauding.

Then, Petternius, Claudi and others walked to Catilin's body and respectfully mourned. Several personal soldiers carried his body away on stretchers. "All the Romans in this war are losers." Petternius said with emotion.

"But I don't know how to be ambitious." Karabis thought to himself, then took the eagle flag from Oplik and handed it to the entourage beside Petternius.

"Carabis, your name is Kalabis, right? You have developed - because you have seized the Eagle Banner, you will immediately obtain the noble name of Gornalius, and then serve for a few more years, you will officially obtain citizenship." Petterneus laughed and patted Kalabis's chest. "It is said that the prophecy of the Sibir witch, a man named Gornalius will become the king of Rome after Sula and Qinna. Isn't it you?"

Everyone present used the words of the deputy commander as a joke, laughed, and then left one after another. Claudi stayed quietly, looked around and approached Karabis, and said, "Have you heard of it? While we were fighting hard here, the city of Fesulai was already captured by an auxiliary army."

"That soldier is very fast. We have to go south within two days to take over Fesuele and Etrunia, otherwise we will lose a lot in this war," said Karabis.

"In what name? After all, it is a friendly army."

"It's not that difficult. If you get the order to change defenses in Neruda, the noble Lord Claudi, you have to move faster. As long as you get the defense changes, you will leave everything left to Etruscan to take care of. After returning to Rome, you will be able to own a top luxury mansion on Mount Paladin."

Claudi laughed and said, "What a pity, you are my most annoying brother-in-law's guest, otherwise we will definitely become our best partners."

"It's okay, I'm a person who knows how to advance and retreat." When Claudi left with satisfaction, Karabis, who was standing there, was suddenly caught by a bloody hand! Karabis, no, now temporarily named Karabis. Gaonalius's scale officer shook his cleverness and raised his foot to stomp the master of the bloody hand, but he saw that it was a 17 or 18-year-old boy and shouted for help in panic: "Please don't kill me, I'm not a rebel."

Several people dragged the boy out of the dead. He was covered in blood and was so scared that he sifted his body. Karabis patted him from head to toe, confirming that the blood on his body was all the blood of others. "You are not a rebel, who are you?"

"Habaruka, a Phoenician accountant, I was originally crossing the sea to Rome and collecting debts from Kathirin for my master, but they were surrounded by them and all the way to this place. Oh my God, Ismo, I finally escaped." The boy took a sip of the heated fruit wine, and his words were not smooth.

"Where is your master?" Karabis asked kindly.

"My master is the Libidaus family of Sardinia."

Karabis looked the little guy up and down in surprise, and then said, "After returning to the army, I will send you back to Sardinia. You will be behind me now. I will hire you as the escort of the Legion's scale officer and give you a dinar a day. How about it?"

As a result, Karabis was startled, and the boy half-kneeled and held his thigh with his bloody hands, and tears came, "One dinar, one dinar, one day. I knew, which pink quail I sacrificed to Ismo before leaving worked. What a fortune I will get! Honorable person, you have to know that I only have two extra allowances for a day from Sardinia to Rome to collect debts." Karabis was a little funny and said, "You know how to keep accounts, and you will follow me. Your master is not very good to be so stingy to you."

Unexpectedly, the young man Habaruka shook his head firmly and said that the owner's livelihood is now difficult. He had only collected enough twenty tarantes by auctioning all the wheat in the farm in advance and lending them to Kathirin, hoping that he would turn over after becoming the consul. Now he lost all his money. The creditors will definitely come to the farm and take away all the wheat they harvest. It is still hard to say whether the family and the owner can survive this winter.
Chapter completed!