"Dickydou, the great Gneus Pompeii announced this decree in this way. From now on, the Republic has entered a state of war from martial law. The red flag must be raised at all times on the Capitoë Mountain, and the gates of each temple must be opened day and night. The army has 10% temporary collection rights for their private warehouses. Weapon workshops in Italy will be started immediately and free of charge, and agricultural tools production will be stopped. We must provide appropriate weapons for the Republican team. In addition, to prevent spies sent by the public enemy Caesar from intruding into the intrusion and killing people.

The fire instigates trouble, and any gatherings, private banquets, and any festivals and competitions will be cancelled from now on. The above is the reader of Akuta, the Grand Plaza!" On the small podium between the pillars of the Grand Plaza, Akuta reader, a fat man with a Greek debate wig, was reading Pompei's latest orders one by one, but beside him, the cold wind in the middle of winter was rolling up the bleak cloth strips and dust, coming and going among the dry branches, and crows gathered in the temples and trees, making unknown calls.

On the street, every household had closed its doors, and many wealthy people had already taken their families to the suburbs to take refuge. Even Princia, who was known as the queen of socialite dance, closed all the brothels and clubs under her subordinates in panic. Of course, she understood that if Pompei and Xiao Katu could not resist the rebels going south, what would Li Bida do to her once he entered the city.

The only thing that was running around was the temporarily strengthened city legion. There were always slaves and gangsters who were willing to tattoo the army to eat for two meals of bread. They were forcibly plundering temples everywhere, not even letting a few Asi copper coins on the vici altar in the corner of the street. In addition, the camps of the Spanish First Legion and the waving flags outside the city finally brought a little comfort to the republicans. This could sweep the entire East army, which was always much stronger than the army that Caesar had just established for a few years. Maybe they could really fight ten. People in desperate situations often burst out with more wonderful and greater fantasies.

Pompeii stood with his mouth down and stood in front of the exquisite sand table with a group of hearts, planning the future battle situation. "There are five legions in Spain, and Lusitania has one legion under Valo's men. I have one legion here, and I have three legions in Macedonia."

"Yes!" Marcelas then made a deduction, "but although we have the largest number of legions in Spain, we may not be able to rush to Italy. First, because of the waterway between Sardinia and Marcelia (now Marseille in France), we have the highest attitude now, and we must send people to fight for it; second, Caesar's left-behind legions in Gaul would definitely use the passage to block us in the Pyrenees. Therefore, the most reasonable plan now is to recruit soldiers in Italy urgently. Then let the three legions of Macedonia come to reinforce, the legions there are the most elite. They are equipped with the most powerful cavalry and archers."

"Dicky, now you can arrange personnel as soon as possible, go to various provinces, and mobilize people to confront Caesar." Xiao Katu suggested angrily, "If most of the elders learn that there is only one regular legion in Italy, I think everyone present will be finished."

Pompei stared at the sand table for a while, then made a decision: Gabinus went to Etrus first, while Cruz went to Pinukem to try to recruit new legions, and to fully delay Caesar's southward pace. Marseilles and I were in Rome and took the First Legion ready to reinforce at any time; Dumigos immediately went out to sea and sailed to Sardinia to win the support of the veterans there; Cato was appointed as the Governor of Sicily, and now he immediately took office and went there to recruit soldiers; Cicero's Governor of Silesia will not be changed, and the mission is to make every effort to ensure the smooth flow of the route to Syria-and after Scipio went to Syria, he collected sufficient ships, except for one legion left to defend Antioch and guard against possible invasions by the Parthians, the other legions immediately pulled back to Italy to participate in the war!

As for Crete and Cyprus, legal officers were sent to the custody and pacify.

"Is Cicero reliable? Will he take the water temporarily?" Pompei never expected that this question was actually from the mouth of Cicero's best friend Xiao Gatu. Pompei nodded and shook his head, but said in a positive tone that Cicero would not at least defect to Caesar, and the East was all my sphere of influence. A large number of vassal kingdoms would immediately send supplies and vassals across the sea, Egypt, Geracha, Bitinia, Bosphorus, Judea, etc.

There is only a small sub-center, the little Ubertnia, and I know the queen there, who is the same as Libidaus, but its national strength seems to be too pitiful, so let Geras swallow it directly, or Bosphorus can do it.

"In addition, I will immediately grant the King Juba, the ruler of Numidia and Mauritania, to invite him to join Tulas, the governor of Africa, to be your backing." After saying that, Pompey exclaimed to Katu.

"I object, Your Excellency. I object to giving up this title to King Juba, because this king is famously unconventional. It is said that he is still in secret contact with Caesar and is watching the changes and seeking the best interests. If he now feels that the internal strife in the Republic can benefit him, he will even want to seize the entire Yunonia, including Carthage, - so I think it is better to let Tulas' army in Afriga temporarily monitor King Juba." Marclus reminded without any worries.

"Now is the time to strive for all the characters who may become ally. There is no need to stick to the minor details. First, I will give the title to the ally of King Juba." Pompey disagreed.

"Is it still time?" Many confidants were not interested in King Juba's position, but were worried about whether all this arranged by Pompei could withstand Caesar's speed. They all knew Caesar and were an activist who thought of doing it.

"It's time!" Pompei glanced around with his majestic gaze, and then responded with affirmative answer by everyone, "The soldiers of all Italy admire me, and Caesar is just a nouveau riche. He is useless except for money and women everywhere."
Chapter completed!