On the third day, Caesar was still with Li Bida and Anthony in the grand theater to entertain the elders to admire the elders. When Dick Thiddor sat in the middle of the fan seat facing the stage and the orchestra, his eyes were fixed on the lintel of the set cottage in front of him. He was obviously not on the play. The elders around him greeted each other very easily, sitting down in accordance with their respective seats, but a considerable number of people were also restless. They also had to observe Caesar's actions to provide all valuable information for the aristocratic and republicans in the distance...

"Have you been to Fumiya Manor?" Li Bida looked behind him and beside him, and deliberately raised the topic, so that Caesar would not have to be too sluggish and could be seen by others.

Caesar nodded and said that Cicero was still struggling and hesitating. He was always such a person, harmless but useless. Just keep him stable now. In his talks with me, while expressing gratitude, he also publicly slandered Marcus Varo. There is no way. The person the philosopher looked down upon the most is always another philosopher, who thought I should not forgive Varo. In addition, I am determined to support Eurabella, a young man who is brave enough to serve. In addition, his younger brother Quindus is also the commander of the 14th Legion, Cicero will finally calm down for a while, at least he will not make any more money on the death of Cato.

After hearing Caesar's words, Anthony, the other side whistled in dissatisfaction.

"After the drama, there will be a dinner party in my mansion. When entertainment is arranged, Anthony and I will play the walnut throwing game with the guests, and you will be the minister." When the choir walked into the orchestra in the sound of the song, Caesar exhaled and said to Li Bida.

This is a code word, "swinging walnuts" means that Caesar wants Anthony to follow him across the sea and go to Greece to fight; and "being a minister" is to ask Li Bida to continue to submit a meeting of the Snake in Rome, and then lead the remaining legions to Sicily. After everyone was satisfied, the chorus began, and the token officer submitted an urgent military situation. Caesar took the letter board and looked at it for a while, and then stood up with a serious expression.

Since seeing the dictator's expression in this way, the choir immediately shut up, and the elders also stopped all the expressions at hand and solidified their expressions. It seemed that the situation of the battle would inevitably change.

"The enemy's naval fleet in Utica and Dikhaqiang defeated the Republic's fleet in Port Brindisi and captured forty decked ships, which was a serious threat to Italy's security. Since Hannibal, the Republic has never suffered such a great threat. So I decided not to observe the triumphal slogan, but to take the army to Brindisi. Governor Curio in Sicily will go on a battle with Afilica soon. I can only express my greatest apology for my neglect of everyone." After saying that, Caesar bowed politely to the elders and apologized, then walked down the seat and hurriedly left along the passage of the theater.

That night, a veteran Fei also wrote the news into a secret letter and handed it over to the surviving slaves, asking him to find a way to hand over the ocean, Pompei of Utica, and Bibruce of Dikhachon as soon as possible.

When the information was transmitted to Utika City, it was already the time for two markets, but this was also a speed of lightning for that era. At that time, the entire port was noisy. Pompeii's victorious naval fleet was dragging the captive ships and sailing in a vast turbulent manner. The entire dock was covered with people watching such a grand event, including veterans and knights. On the gravel ground on the edge of the city, teams of Ala cavalry in Roman armor and light Numidian cavalry were shuttled and practiced each other. With the cheers, the javelins were accurately shot into the target ring one by one. Many of the young noble soldiers laughed loudly on the horse's back, "We can't compete in Diktuo, who is fifty years old, and see how he made nine out of ten shots."

In his voice, Pompei, with a fat and white hair, pursed his lips, and rode his horse skillfully, lifted the javelin with one hand, leaned against his shoulder, and then threw it perfectly and forcefully along the wind, hitting the target there without any bias. Sitting beside the wooden fence of the venue, Gonailia, under the parasol, took the lead in applause, and said with pride to Scipio, who was unable to succeed in Syria, "Look, this is my husband. Now my admiration for him has surpassed you, Father. I heard that when he was thirty, he hunted lions in the forest garden of the Nile with the Egyptian Pharaoh in the Nile River, and pointed to the lion who died with the javelin and spear, saying, "Look, even in the animal world, we must obey the authority of Rome."

Gonelia imitated Pompei's arrogant tone vividly, and Scipio mocked his daughter, "When he stabbed you with a 'spike', was he also saying that in the women's world, he must obey Pompei's authority?"

"He is not as vulgar as you think." Gonnalia actually retorted seriously, "A hooligan may receive the love and obedience of the soldiers of the camp team, and not as he does now, to obtain the same aura as my husband. He is a gentle leader and caring for his wife and family. He throws shot put with the most powerful game in the army, plays jump with the smallest clever guys, and practices long-distance running with the most powerful guys. This is why Pompey is a general. To be honest, I have no disgust for the dead Caesar's daughter, only envy. Correspondingly, I still have deep nostalgia for the same dead ex-husband, Crassu."

At this moment, Demethlius hurried over with several postmen and whispered to Gornalia. Then Pompey on the horse's back noticed the situation, pulled the reins of the horse tightened the reins, and made its pace smooth. He leaned against the fence and took the document sent by Gornalia, which said that Caesar's legion had begun to drive and go to Brindisi. In addition, the affairs of the city of Rome are now under the responsibility of Libidaus. However, the number of legion left behind and number controlled by Libida is also unknown.

Pompei put down the reed paper strips and calculated carefully, "Then, based on the mileage of the six legions, Caesar should have just arrived in Brindisi, and we are already prepared. Should we go to Greece to fight my Macedonian legion against the storm of autumn and winter, or should we come to the desert here with Curio?"

Tulas, Cruise, Scipio and the veteran generals who had just arrived surrounded the two men and said almost unanimously, "Caiser would not take such a great danger to cross the turbulent Adriatic Sea and go to the Greek war zone. He would probably call Dehimos's legions in Syria to attack Xiao Ya to restrain us, and himself and the main force would use Sicily's wood to build ships to make up for the huge losses before, and cross the sea to Africa after the winter camp."
Chapter completed!