Chapter 3 Riding a White Horse (Part 1)
"You should practice democratic politics in your own home first!" - Sparta's Lükugu's satirical words to the democrats who came to lobby him
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The battle started in the streets and squares of Rome, which made Xiao Katu, who had just been angry about his daughter's marriage, and his purple-robed colleagues, caught him off guard. Originally, their eyes were firmly defending Caesar in Port Ostia and curbing Caesar's teammates' lobbying in the aristocratic circle in the city. Xiao Katu was proud to think that he had already prevented Caesar from death, but who would have thought that some of Caesar's teammates in the dark had such great organizational capabilities in slums and drainage ditches!
But this was nothing in the hands of Li Bida and Claudi. They had already contacted a large number of knights, free people and street hooligans, and connected them in a short time. In short, those who had money paid, and those who had people offered money, ten Seths were given a day with bronze plates engraved in a day, seven were allowed to speak and three were given a day with chair legs. Claudi's friends also showed their outstanding ability to organize the streets and instantly pulled up more than ten thousand people in the Municipal Square. Such a huge crowd seemed to emerge from the ground.
But this is just the prelude. Li Bida secretly assembled a criticism of "public opinion representatives" from Etruscana and other regions in advance, and all lived in the river warehouse at the address of the Walin apartment, and was about to spread them out at the right time.
Facing the "people" gathered around the mountains, several of Claudi's talkative friends who were good at speaking were preparing to become famous in the judicial world, and they all regarded this situation as a rare practical drill platform. They took turns to fight and wandered in bustling places such as the Grand Plaza, Mount Katopier, Subra District, bull market and fish market. Hearing loudly:
"The Gragu brothers once said that the hero who had truly fought for the country, but with his wife and children, wandered in the sun without any of them. Now we have to risk our dangers to openly remember a true hero who had helped the city of Rome save us under the black clouds that the northern barbarians invaded, Gaius Marriott! A man who had served as the consul seven times and had no third name. A rider who betrayed his labor and made a fortune by selling his labor and getting rich in the village of Seliton (a village of Mallor).
Scholar, who dares to say that he did not achieve this step according to his real efforts and military merits, and who dares to say that he does not represent the dream of the rise of Roman civilians?" Whenever these orators say a key agitation, the "professional listeners" in the audience cheered with rhythmic thunder. This group of people are easy to find in the city of Rome. They are all very outstanding in personal abilities. They can speak aristocratic and slang, and they can drink good deeds and be more humble. They are also very affordable and fair.
As the speech gradually reached **, agitating slogans also appeared, "Is it true that Rome treated a civilian leader and a war hero in this way? Let the lowly slaves be insulted by his body and throw away his ashes, and the meritorious pillars that symbolize his elimination of a large number of barbarian enemies for the country were also destroyed. I can't help but ask, where is the justice and righteousness required by the Temple of Concord? Since General Marriott is the son of a civilian, let us pacify
The people come to solve this paradox." The following process naturally came to the public. Amid the fanatical shouts of the people, many craftsmen pushed the huge marble base with solid wooden wheels into the square in a grand manner. Many people shouted slogans and came to help. The whole scene reached a touching most. In fact, many people did not understand that when the Popular Party was in power, it was no different from the terrorist policies adopted by Sula.
After the base was laid, the craftsmen began to tie Mallor's half-body statue with a rope in cheers, crossed half of the square and prepared to place it on the base. This made the people feel crazy. They feel that their behavior today is compared to the days when they are trapped in a narrow apartment and live a life where they can't even drink water from aqueduct, and finally have a short and vigorous "love" with the state.
The "fire-relieving team" of the Senate came. When the elders of the Temple of Concorde heard that a mob publicly erected the statue of Marvel, they felt that this was simply a subversive act of the Republic. However, the armed slave team was violently attacked by the people on the narrow street leading to the square. All of them lay on the arcades and elusive. Like the Sula Legion who resisted the city, they smashed bricks and tiles into the rain. The leader of the armed slave team was smashed to the blood on his forehead and shouted his subordinates to ignite the streets, which aroused greater anger among the people. Many women were staring at the arcades and apartments, stripping off their shirts, shouting provocative slogans, satirizing the incompetence of these "fire-relieving teams".
The orators hired by Claudi climbed onto the newly completed statue of Mallor, and continued to shout the slogan of victory in the flying bricks and hard ebony wheat bread. At this time, the crowd suddenly appeared in the crowd of people, "Do common people's bastards to die" and "The status of the elder fathers left by General Sula is unshakable". Then a sharp stone flew out, probably from the catapult rope, and it hit it.
The famous orator's neck was covered in blood, and his body twitched and slid down, falling into the crowd of people who were exclaiming and angry. Many women screamed and temporarily woven the body of the orator who died with rough wood and branches (Roman law stipulates that the body of the dead cannot be used as a stretcher or coffin when buried. Everyone was crying and singing the song of requiem in anger, carrying the person through the streets and alleys of Rome.
Someone shouted again, "The lackeys in the Senate will soon be detrimental to our civil servants. After killing people, these murderers were never willing to wash the blood with water. I smelled the bloody smell. So, thousands of people on the spot, carrying simple weapons, rushed to the brightly lit Paladin Mountain after nightfall, surrounded the civil servants' house, vowed to protect Claudi's safety, and went in to cry to Claudi, demanding a thorough investigation of the orator tragedy, and could use the civil servant's right to appeal at the citizen meeting.
But Claudi obviously wanted to take advantage of the situation and play even more. What he wanted was not the right to appeal from the civic assembly, but directly used the "convening power" of the civil servants, asking the senators to leave the Temple of Concord on the next court day (Roman stipulates that the court day and the day not to appear every month) to explain to all residents of the city of Concord. Because the place where the Senate gathered the meeting, the Temple of Concord can only be said to be a normal place, and Claudi clearly required the senators to discuss this matter in the open air in the square of the Temple of War on the Tiber River.
Chapter completed!