"I tell you in truth that one of you is going to betray me." - Jesus

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After the killing, the soldiers of Caesar threw all the corpses stacked on the mountain into the trench below the mountain, then poured them with tinder oil and burned them, and then covered them with soil to bury them. As for the supplies and wealth left by the elders such as Surpisius on the top of the mountain, all the goods and goods left by the soldiers were ordered by Li Bida to divide them up.

Of course, this is not what Li Bida is trying to do, this is the instigation of Caesar. The dictator, like Pompei and Crassus, was deeply constrained and persecuted by the Senate since his rise. He hated this institution like the other two, but Crassus tried to rely on money and Pompei tried to control the country by virtue of his merits and hard work, and get rid of the haze of "old man politics" and "collective republic". Caesar was different. He hoped that through appropriate killing, the group of people would be better off in war. This excuse was most appropriate in ancient times.

So, when Caesar's token officer rushed over, Li Bida learned that this king had entered the surrendered city of Tapusus and went to blackmail the local Presbyterian Church to compensate. It seemed that he had completely entrusted the task of continuing to sweep to himself. "The targets to be killed are the former consul Aphranius, the veteran Cruz, the king of Numidia, King Juba and Pompei's father-in-law Scipio."

Li Bida then ordered the entire army to rest in Ruspina, and then ordered the Ligurian Legion of Itasus to cooperate with the Bendu Legion and continue to advance towards Zama City under the unified command of Anthony. There were still the Eighth Legion of Pompey's party members remaining. In addition, Scipio and King Juba also crossed the Jemale Mountain and fled there - they could only go to Zama City.

But in the middle, Scipio and King Juba still led more than a thousand defeated soldiers to Utica, forcing the city to open the door and paying 50 Talents' money, otherwise they would have slaughtered the whole city. Utica suddenly entered a state of arrows on the string. The Presbyterian Church and the Chamber of Commerce held an emergency meeting in the city hall to decide whether to adopt a policy of resistance against Scipio. The discussion at the meeting was extremely fierce. Some elders advocated using the Julius Law that Uncle Caesar had passed, first to commit the serpent against Scipio, asking the Chamber of Commerce to raise some money and send the people away immediately, and then donate money to Caesar and submit an application to the city of Rome to obtain citizenship. This way, Caesar would not take revenge measures against Utica.

Just as other elders nodded to this "wise" plan, Galba, the president with silver silk heads was angrily leaning on a crutch and took a veto attitude towards the plan: "Friends, whether politically or commercially, it is not advisable to use speculative measures for immediate interests and bring us complete disasters. Of course, Caesar knew that Utika was always the base camp of Pompei's party members here. He had a strong disgust and hostility towards us. Now, we do this again, it is undoubtedly a trick to him. If Pompei's army has not completely failed, Caesar may still have conditions to negotiate out of the importance of our city, but in the current situation, Caesar can destroy our city at any time. Therefore, today is not a time to swing and make a decision, but we have to make a complete decision."

After saying that, Galba tapped the marble floor of the hall with his crutches, and said that he immediately took the nobles, his wife and slaves, and went to the Acropolis to defend against Scipio, and stood on Caesar's side.

"What about the citizens?" an elder asked carefully.

"Accept the god's arrangement." Galba said helplessly.

In the city of Utica, many armed slaves carrying weapons rushed to Pompei's house. They claimed that they had received orders from the Municipal Presbyterian Church to ask Pompei's wife Gonelia to follow them to the Acropolis because there were riots outside committing tyrannical behavior, which was the concern of His Excellency Galba for her safety.

Demethlius panicked and sadly, peeked out of the yard, and said to Gaonalia, who was crying with a chair behind her back, "My Lady, the situation is very obvious now. If the master wins, the defeated soldiers will not come toward Utica City. If there is no accident, the master should have completely failed."

Gao Nailia was simply in a state of silence, she could only continue to cry. She didn't know what she should do in such a situation, whether her husband would win or fail, whether he was a life or death, which inexplicable ocean could she, a weak woman, take the ship to? Then, Gao Nailia saw the sword hanging on the wall, and a surge of impulse and grief in her heart, jumped off the chair, rushed there, ready to draw out the sword and kill him. As a result, Demetlius rushed past

Come, snatched the sword empty-handed, blood flowed from the Jewish palm, and then he half-kneeled down, hugged the mistress's skirt and said, "Don't do this, please pity the master's request before leaving, and continue the master's family. This way, this!" After that, the Jewish man climbed to the cabinet beside the pillars and pulled out an exquisite box. At this time, the clamor of the armed slaves of the Utika outside and the door was getting more and more intense.

The courtyard was full of despair. Some Pompei slaves had already started to take out poison and committed suicide. Demethlius opened the enamel plate of the box and brought out a dazzling small crown from it. Na Na said to himself, "This is probably to repay the debt. In just ten years, will the master have to pay back everything he has won in Mitrada and tuna?" After that, he held the box and handed it to Konalia, and told him, "Miss Mother, after we go in immediately, you must hold this tightly. You are a noble person. Those slaves dare not invade your body! If anything goes wrong, you shout that you are the great Pompei's wife. If your personal safety is not guaranteed, Caesar will definitely not forgive the city."

At this moment, the door was smashed open, and many slaves wearing leather armor and daggers rushed in. Then they saw Takanalia and Demitrius standing at the door of the inner hall, and shouted rudely to come up and pull and push, "Don't do this, don't do this!" Takanalia shouted Greek, and then shouted Latin again, but many armed slaves didn't eat this at all. When they saw the small box in Takanalia's hand, they believed that the things inside were priceless. The leader waved the dagger and rushed towards Takanalia.

After a scream, Demitrius stabbed the sword in his hand into the chest of the leader, and time instantly solidified.

In just a few seconds, several slaves rushed up and pressed the Jewish who was still in absent mind on the wall. The dagger and dagger kept stabbing into Demethrius's body, and blood splattered on Gonelia's body and clothes. She shouted, "You can't treat the great Pompey like this, you can't treat the great Pompey like this!"
Chapter completed!