"It should not be a mutiny, but the soldiers were somewhat emotional about the plan and route." Aphranius was afraid that the situation would be revealed, so he suppressed his mood and said as peacefully as possible.

Syketus stared at him, staring at the former consul, and then Little Thunder spitted on the ground with two big mouthfuls. This reckless and crude habit formed a strong contrast with his pretentious father. Then he tied the legion's sweat shirt to his body, jumped up all over his mud, and ignored Aphranius, pointing to Peletaus, who was closer to trust, and said, "Hey, take people back to the camp and solve this matter, and be clean and neat!"

"I'm not in staff." Peletaus answered quickly and quickly.

"Then arm all my father's battalion slaves in Spain and find the one who takes the lead to kill them." Seyx said, wiping his hands with a cloth towel. Then, he suddenly pushed Avranius's chest with his hands, meaning that the other party would not be allowed to interfere in this matter. "You are just the deputy general commissioned by my father, but you have to know that this army was brought out by my father. This is a private matter of the Pompei family. I wonder if you can understand!"

Now, the commander could only let him go aside awkwardly. In the end, Peletaus mobilized 400 armed slave slave soldiers, and joined several barbarian leather shield soldiers who were loyal to him. Then he raised dust and galloped towards the camp.

Syketus then rolled his eyes and looked at the awkward coach. After a short rest, he worked hard with his cavalry to build a wall.

In the evening, the camp of Pompeii's army turned into a slaughterhouse, and Peletaus resolutely controlled the signs of rebellion. The list of privately kept by the leaders was found. Then the cavalry blocked all the roads in the camp. Armed slaves and barbarian guards searched people one by one from the camp. The spies of Caesar's side, who were leading the head, were nailed to death. Those who were trying to rebel, were pierced with hands and feet and nailed to the cross. Those who followed the barbarian allies were executed according to the customs of the other side.

The head rolled down the soles of the feet, but Sequetus still entered the head coach's tent with expressionless expression. He asked Peletaus to summon all the officers who had not participated or were hesitating in advance, "Be loyal to my father's name." At this time, Peletaus handed him the plaque and whispered, "Avranius's son also had a seal on it."

"There is no need to make things too big. The army still needs the commander. My age and qualifications are too light." Syketus threw the zipper into the stove at that time. He added to Peletaus, "That's all about this. Just pull Avranius in and force him to take the oath!"

When Aphranius walked in uneasyly, he bent down and trembled and kissed Pompey's statue, and made an oath of never despise. Then Saykos took the joints over in an understatement, without asking anything, but just asked - to ask the two commanders to call the civil guards and the centurion to take the oath according to the level, and then the soldiers would do this together according to the sequence of each hundred-man team, and no one was exceptional.

Seeing that his son was not implicated, Avranius secretly took a chance. It seemed that Seketus still hoped that he would lead the army in name.

Then, Seyqutus asked him to hold an emergency joint meeting and determined that no form of peace and compromise was allowed with the Caesar army. In order to reverse the unfavorable situation, the entire army would reserve sufficient water and food after the wall was completed from now on, abandoning Elaerda and retreating towards the Taraco and Eporo.

"How much military ration is needed?" Syketus asked.

"Although a light soldier may not take ten days to arrive at Taraco by foot alone, in order to prevent frequent wars that will inevitably occur on the way, I think it is best for each soldier to prepare twenty days of water and food." Avranius replied cautiously, and then Peletaus reminded, "The army cannot have so many pack horses, so each soldier must carry some of the military food and rush on his way."

"Just do it like this, do it as soon as possible. I will serve as the commander of the defender. General Peleta, General Lipo, you and the coach jointly command the main force's battle in the front." Syketus remained silent, but in fact he was sending people to monitor the uneasy coach, but he was willing to be the rear guard, Pompei's youngest son was very courageous.

At dawn, the vanguard of Pompei's army and his successors began to slap. At this moment, after the cruel suppression and forced to take the oath, all the soldiers returned to order and retreated in an orderly manner towards Eporo. They were also the elite under Pompei. The strong Roman main infantry not only carried weapons, shields, tools, armor on their bodies, but also carried bags of food on their backs, and walked slowly. This was a common occurrence for the soldiers of the Republican Regiment.

In the morning mist, Syketus was at the foot of the mountain beside the camp. Before retreating, he specially selected eight brigades of light-mounted leather shield soldiers, plus the thousand cavalry he personally led, and stayed fearlessly in the rear, allowing the four brigades of leather shield soldiers to drive first. When he saw the mountain pass that could control the streets, he climbed up to form a formation, and then he led the remaining four brigades of leather shield soldiers and cavalry slowly followed behind.

At this time, when they noticed that Pompei's army was slipping away under their noses, all the officers and soldiers became angry, and the entire battalion automatically issued a command of "be ready to go, armed", especially the 10th Army, the 15th Army and the 16th Army, the most active. They quickly filled the trench in front of the camp and opened up a way. Without waiting for Caesar's specific order, they flocked out and pursued Pompei's army.

On the street, Syketus first led the cavalry team and launched a counter-charge against the chasing Caesars army like a whirlwind. The "little Thor" did not wear a helmet to defend against the flying stones of arrows. He was bare-headed and held the sharp and terrifying Caglia battle axe as his weapon, howling like a barbarian, and fought with Caesar's cavalry continuously. Both sides suffered heavy losses, but Syketus' counterattack was still tireless. Time and again, Caesar's cavalry did not even have the chance to develop, and the red pony under the little Thor's crotch was also energetic.
Chapter completed!