"Rabinus will definitely make some big moves in the near future, otherwise he would not instruct Machius to determine the location of the Lebida Legion!" After Caesar returned to the camp, he immediately took off his gorilla red cloak and said, and then his eyes turned, "Rabinus' main attack direction should be Diccias in the north, because of the confessions of the two traitors."

But when Secredirus and other deputy generals asked Caesar to reinforce the northern position, Caesar refused, "I have no reserves on hand anymore. I have lost most of my vitality in the battle a few days ago. Then he closed his eyes and said, "I believe that the three legions of Libidaus will become the last reserve troops to crush Rabinus. The role of the reserve troops of Rome is to force the enemy to accept the Second War, right? The only thing to do now is to send the token officer to remind Diccias."

In the night, the token officer sent by Caesar and several cavalrymen quickly touched the darkness and headed towards the north position. The swamps separated by them were rugged and difficult and very dangerous, but if you want to go around the street, you will not have enough time.

"Puchi!" The horse neighed in horror, almost lifting the token officer. Several javelins were inserted horizontally in front of the horse's hooves. Then, in the dark and bushes, a group of soldiers wearing leather and animal skins suddenly walked out, holding a shaky blade, and the leading centurion pulled the token officer down, shouting roughly, "This, your journey is over."

This communication route was obviously also told by the two rebellious brothers that at this time, the supreme commander of the city of Cokura was precisely the offensive route of the camp north of Caesar: twenty brigades, and even each corps. How to form a coordinated offensive along the different passages of the swamp in front of him was simply a matter of being able to capture Rabinus, who had been immersed in the military formation for so many years.

In addition, on the Adriatic Sea, Lipo and Sequetus' fleet also extinguished the flames on the deck, followed the dark and gentle tide, and the masts stood like dark forests. They quietly carried the three legions and accurately anchored on the sandy coast. Then, the soldiers of the three legions of Macedonia took small canoes or wade directly into shallow water to board the shore and set up a formation, waiting for the signal of attack.

At this moment, the two legions of Diccias' camps were still unaware that they were just within the normal alert range. That is, the trench was the boundary, and patrol troops were arranged. In the previous fierce siege of Cocula, most of the cases occurred in Caesar's Eastern Front and Anthony's Southern Front, so it was impossible to say that the camps in the north were not slackened. Although Caesar had reminded Diccias a few days before sending the token officer to pay attention to the preparations for the army, it was difficult for Diccias to implement the order. He had served as Caesar's chief of staff for most of his time and lacked the experience of leading troops on the front line.

After the military horn that reported the moment in the barracks rang out, Caesar stood up with difficulty, looked at the water meter on the cabinet, and asked in a hoarse voice if the token officer was back? When he received a negative answer, Caesar, who had always been steady, was inexplicably angry. He cursed the two defected Gaul brothers, and vowed to crucify them in the future and deprive all the honors of their family. Then he said, "Send the second and third token officers to go, hurry up and go different paths, and our communication route may be betrayed!"

This feeling of knowing what the enemy's movements were but unable to react made Caesar feel extremely uncomfortable. Now he also feels regretful. One is that he regrets obeying Anthony's risky and sloppy advice; the other is that he hates himself for why he didn't kill the scum brothers before, at least imprison them.

But before the staff had arranged the rest of the token officers, the unknown horns and the sound of flint-shaped bombs slashing the sky, interrupted Caesar. He stepped out of the camp and said, "It seems that he can only look at Libidaus, because Rabinus has launched the general offensive. I have guessed it wrong in goals, time and action, but I have no strength to defeat him!"

Karenus next to him hurriedly persuaded Caesar, "Give me the chief brigade of the 12th Legion, and I will go to reinforce the camp in the north."

"It doesn't make much sense." At this time, Caesar actually flashed a hint of fear and helplessness in his tone.

But Karenus insisted on his request very much. He persuaded Caesar, "War is luck and planning, but based on my years of experience in the army, it is also due to decisiveness and persistence. Please deliver the chief brigade to me. Even if I cannot defeat Rabinus' offensive alone, I am confident that I can win time to wait for General Libidaus' reinforcements."

This speech touched Caesar, so he allowed Karenus's action and regained confidence. "All the other hundred men followed me down the mountain immediately, blocking the remaining troops who attacked Rabinus, and reducing the burden on the besieged positions in the north of our army!"

But at this time, Diccias's two legions were caught off guard and were already in chaos. When the general led the chief brigade of the Ninth Legion to rush out of the camp to resist the tide of Pompei soldiers, he found that the camp of the Eleventh Legion had begun to show signs of running away. Diccias cursed, saying that it was Mars who was punishing his undevotion, which made him on the same line of defense as the long-legged legion.

But before Diccias could vent his anger, the enemy's light infantry quickly lined up and threw a hunting spear and shot a bow and arrow at the chaotic chief brigade of the Ninth Legion. The flag-holder beside Diccias was immediately caught in an arrow. But before Diccias could help him up, the flag-holder struggled to stand up, and the arrow shot into his chest, but he still held the eagle flag tightly and turned around to shout to everyone in the chief brigade, "I used to be just a military slave. It was Lord Caesar who liberated me and gave me the flag to my charge. If I died today, I would also ask my comrades to return the eagle flag to Caesar intact, and my loyalty and love for him, tell him that the eagle flag officer of the Ninth Legion did not disappoint him, and Caesar's eagle flag will never fall into the hands of the enemy."

After hearing what the flag-holding officer said, the chief brigade of the Ninth Legion shouted, "Today, everyone's lives must be sacrificed, and you must also protect the military flag for Your Excellency Caesar!" Then Diccias was also excited and pulled out his sword himself, fighting side by side with his subordinates with the enemy.
Chapter completed!