At this time, it was Vicintoli's turn to be surprised. When he looked at the burning and burning, everywhere with killed corpses, animals and living people, he finally smiled and expressed his gratitude to the Governor's love, "From then, just like Marcelia did to Pompeii, I, Alvini tribe, is also your Excellency Crien."

"I dare not take it." Li Bida smiled deeply, and then continued to win over him enthusiastically. "Actually, when I was fighting against the Sweaver people in Gaul, I captured their princess, a girl named Proch. Now I am fostering in Milan. My wife should have grown up and received higher education. How about it? I heard that you Gaul nobles like to do two things the most: one is to enter the Senate of the Republic, and the other is to marry a Germanic woman."

This means that Vicintoli married Proch, which is probably another part of bribing me. I don’t know if it was just the weird governor or Caesar’s instruction. Just when Vicintoli hesitated, Li Bida said next: “Caesar has passed a bill in Rome to continue to guarantee the granting of citizenship in all Gaul. Therefore, you and I have no difference in identity now. They are both citizens. Your two wishes will be realized soon, but the premise is to continue to cooperate sincerely with Caesar to achieve a win-win goal.”

"The most direct victory is that since all Gaul has obtained citizenship, the tradition of the Rubicon River as the border of the republic will naturally be destroyed, right - or in other words, the treason that Caesar had crossed before was eliminated," said Vichentoli.

Li Bida laughed and said, "You are the smartest noble in Gaul. I absolutely believe in my own vision. The Alvini tribe will surely flourish under your leadership - do you think so?"

The other party did not give a clear answer. He just pointed to the fortress of the Albissi on Yaxing Mountain and said. "Most of us are cavalry. Since we have swept away their village like lightning, is it a bit difficult to capture the castle on the cliff below?"

But the next move once again verified Li Bida's cunning - three days later, the 15th and 16th Legions rushed over with flags and a large number of wood and equipment. It turned out that Li Bida had already made arrangements. These two main legions were just a trick to confuse Dumigos. Not long after he left with his cavalry, the Sixth Legion, which was originally in Monoico, quickly replaced the two legions and served as a warning task on the blockade line.

Since the elite infantry of the brigade came, the fate of the more than a thousand Albisians remaining on the cliff was destined to be destroyed. All the soldiers skillfully erected dozens of Roman foot-high siege towers, which were divided into three floors. There were ladders for personnel to enter and exit, and panel windows for shooting and attacking. The first floor was the extended bronze striking pole, the second floor was the perforation hole with bellows cannons, and the third floor was the wheelbarrow for soldiers and military slaves to push them.

Four huge siege towers, each with soldiers at the bottom of each tower. The military slaves pushed forward like a mill. The rest of the soldiers below raised their shields to form a piece to resist the ocean where arrows fell from the rocks, and escorted the monster siege tower rumbling to approach the cross section of the cliff. On the stairways and Eye Fortress set up on the air, the Albissi people called out desperately. The remaining males all threw javelins at the "monster" with shields and skins and wheels, which meant that they would not

The spirit of crook is of no use and tragic tactics. Their simple weapons cannot cause damage to the other party at all. In the siege tower, the Nubian black shooters opened the windows and shot out poisonous arrows. On the cliff, there were constantly falling figures of the Albissi barbarians who were shot in the arrows. When they were pushed closer, the pipes of the bellows also poked out the shooting holes one by one, spitting out bridge-like fireworks, burning the remaining Albissi people hiding in the eye castle to char.

Finally, when the Nubian archer on the tower forced the guard behind the wooden wall on the cliff, the people inside activated the rattle, and after a series of sounds, the wooden wall was completely collapsed. Then the Roman soldiers who came out hugged their waists and rushed up the cliffs one by one under the cover of the shield, stepping on the shooting ladder.

As fireworks filled the air, Vichintoli looked at this miserable and asymmetrical scene and thought to himself that this was not a war, but a standard massacre. Why? Li Bida had to mobilize such a small hill fort so much, and his methods were cruel!

"Because I want Aquinoa, all tribes of the old Gaul, to see the blood of this war, to prevent anyone from repeating the foolish mistakes of Marcel. Sometimes, for those who are not strong but are stupid and silly, sword and fire can better understand that living a life is a good thing. Because in front of my well-trained, well-equipped, and advanced technology, the more courage and strategy, the more miserable the fate will be - Vicentouri, don't condemn this cruelty, because I am a peace-loving person, and kill some people to live with peace, right?" After saying that, Vicentouri saw the "peace-loving" Governor of Sardinia, blew the trumpet and headed towards Marcelia under the rushing of a group of slingers.

Within four or five days, the governor completely exterminated a tribe, seized their land, gave it to himself, and killed thousands of tribes, most of whom were old people, women, children and children were sold into slavery, and all the livestock were taken away. Except for the ten thousand Albissians who had agreed to join the war for Marcelia in advance, all the others were destroyed. Even these people were sent to another "dead land" under the plan of the governor, as an existence that consumed the food in the city. They watched the tribe destroyed and their wives and children were killed and sold, but they were powerless and had to wait for a more decisive destruction. The cruelty of this method was so outrageous.

But Li Bida returned to the blockade line with two triumphant legions, and asked Alp to shoot the information-bound documents into the city with arrows. Then everything in the city of Marcellia was in chaos: the Albissi man, who was so angry that his eyes were full of violent alcohol, drew his sword, held his shield, gathered together, or shouted loudly, or cried with his head, and cried. Now they had only one thing left in their careers, that is revenge.
Chapter completed!