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Chapter 12 Golden Goulum (Part 2)

So that in any world and era, no one does not consider issues from a personal standpoint, nor does anyone completely despise his subordinates. So even if Caesar claims to "I understand Rabinus" and how he is silent before and after he deviates, when he hears Pompeii's party tirelessly making an article on the topic of "Even Caesar's most trusted right wrist betrays him" - Caesar cannot be completely calm, and is not against the people.

Jingulum, a small fishing village adjacent to the city of Kofinium, was originally a place of grand pavilions with beautiful scenery and poor life. In recent years, it became famous for its magnificent figure named Rabinus. The chief vice general of Caesar, who used his brave service to reward him, gave up as many as tens of millions of Seths in several years, gave almost all of this wealth to his hometown, and built it into a new star land with all marble markets, bathing places and villas. But now, when Caesar thought that Rabinus had abandoned him and learned that the man's hometown was under the control of his army, his anger could not be curbed. This was what the leading centurion said, "Caesar wanted everyone to know the price and taste of betraying him."

But at this time, Li Bida held the reins of the mount and blocked the elite soldiers under Caesar. Fortunately, it was him. If others had not known what would happen, he was very calm about all the soldiers' words, "Soldiers, citizens, now I invite you to go back to the camp quietly. If you are executing Caesar's orders, I have to tell you that Caesar's orders are not calm and unpopular. If you follow the rules today, you will regret it in the future. So go back. 1

I shall bear the consequences. Centurions, please go back and tell Caesar, and say that Jinguloum cannot be burned, because it really tells the people of Italy how much good it will bring to their hometown after Julius, the hero of the Republic, and if he still has resentment, you will ask him. Either the fine of Rabinus's hometown class of ten tarantes, or ask his hometown for military service. Let's say that Libidaus is waiting for his reply in this nameless river."

After a while of silence, the two centurions nodded at Li Bida, saluted military personnel, and then led the soldiers to turn around together.

By the river, insects in early spring were flying comfortably everywhere, the horse hooves of the group were flooded by grass, and the calm river water was slowly covered by the setting sun. Li Bida saw a few children. He was still playing mischievously in the wheat fields, not knowing that there could be evil disasters across the river at any time.

"Your career may be affected, after all, Julius is not a real good man," Paulus quipped, "so he promised you that it is Sardinia, and Curio is Sicily, which is much bigger and more important."

Over there, the Latin-speaking Alvini nobleman Vicentoli kept smiling and silent, as if he had a good show no matter what the result was. And Sabo was skillfully copying the previous combat record on the horse's back as if nothing had happened. It was something Li Bida told him to do, that is, the lesson taught by the chief brigade of Pompei's army. Of course, even without this work, he was numb and indifferent to the behavior of the commander-in-chief.

At dusk, Caesar's nephew Pedith, who came here on horseback, brought his uncle's decision to "let Jingulum provide a hundred-man team in five days."

Everyone present had a relaxed expression. Libida held the whip and went back to the camp in the opposite direction of the town. A group of people followed him. Peidis, who had been familiar with Libida and Rabinus in Gaul, said after him, "Hey, Caesar wants you to write a letter to Rabinus for this matter. Maybe my uncle thinks this is a good way to promote the war."

Li Bida did not answer, but remembered what Rabinus said to him when he said goodbye to him before that the drama between men was often silent.

About half a month later, Pompei continued to retreat across the board, and the whole army gathered in Port Brindisi. At the temporary military tower in the city, Pompei looked at the noise and chaos with a depressed look. There were shaking ships everywhere on the water of the port, and crowds shouting loudly on the shore, family members of veterans, slaves transporting goods, and Chinese people who were worried about the prospect of business. "The whole world wants to escape here."

Under the wooden shed of the tower, Xiao Jiatu and several other core veterans also had a painful expression on their faces and remained silent.

Pompei looked back at them, then asked curiously, "Where is Bolus?"

"The long-distance bumps damaged his health, and he was unable to get up and attend the meeting. He used to regain his vitality through the treasured wine, but now the wine cellar and villa are all in the hands of Caesar."

"Yes, I didn't expect that Caesar and I were fifty years old, but we still had to fight like a young and virtuous golden man, with red eyes, and brought disaster to the entire country." Pompei smiled bitterly, and then asked about the combat readiness and trends of various places. At this time, Catto told him that the Marcelian Presbyterian Church was willing to join us. Pompeius finally showed a happy expression and said that this was very good. As long as Surpisius gained a foothold in Sardinia, we could firmly control the Spanish Sea, and at least two to three legions could be drawn from the other side to defend Brindisi and Sicily.

"However, the envoy sent by Marcelia made another request, that is, we hope that we will send a respected veteran to lead and inspire their citizens' army, and defend the city from the invasion of Caesar's armed forces." Xiao Katu continued.

This is actually equivalent to taking hostages. After thinking for a while, Pompei said that he would send the judicial officer Marclus, but Gatto insisted that "Although Marclus is very knowledgeable, he lacks qualifications and fame, and I am afraid that he will not arouse Marcelia's courage and fighting spirit - since that's the case, I am willing to go to that city instead of him."

At this time, the whole scene was frozen. In fact, those with some common sense of geography can see that the city of Marcella is located in the core area of ​​the encirclement of Caesar's army. Xiao Jiatu did this like a risk.
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