"What oath should be used to maintain peace after the war?"—Apien

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"Caesar, Caesar, are your ambitions and achievements buried in the quicksand?" Seeing the bloody corpse of the dictator lying in the aisle, Anthony, who could not bear to see the fall of noble people, approached and knelt down, stroked Caesar's body, and cried. =

"What should we do now?" Pansa also knelt down, held Caesar's drooping head, and said unruly, "Ebro, Ijiurus, Barthus and Hejius, we are all from low-class backgrounds and have been appreciated by the dictator before entering politics. Are they going to clean us bloodily?"

"Don't panic, don't cry!" Li Bida, standing under the statue of Pompei, calmly scolded, "Now Julius is dead, and he died in the hands of the despicable assassin. The most urgent task now is to search for the list of murderers who killed Caesar, second to protect Caesar's will, and third to control the army!"

"Maybe, Brutu and the others will start to liquidate us soon, and we will lose the opportunity to appeal in front of the people." Pansa became a little afraid, but Li Bida said, "Don't be afraid of you, when Caesar was a teenager, he dared to resist the dictator Sura, and didn't he retreat? The people loved Caesar, and the military source areas of all Italy and the distant provinces also supported the Emilius Act. Of course, they knew that if the murderer's faction was completely successful, the power they had gained before would be completely lost, so now we must distinguish between enemies and us. We must win more friends."

So Pansa and Anthony calmed down. They stood up, wiped away their tears, and said to Li Bida, "I longed to get your advice."

"Yes, in order to avenge His Excellency Caesar faster and better." As he said this, tears also flowed from the corner of Li Bida's eyes. "How much he believed in the people who were promoted. He thought these people could repay their kindness, but these people chose to act like beasts. Don't panic. You must know that this is not the era of the Gragu brothers. The high priests and consuls could kill political enemies at will, but now it is different. We have an army, a sword slave, and Caesar's will - they are afraid of us, otherwise Brutu and Kasio would not have taken people to hide on the Capitola Mountain."

"Then let's divide the labor!" Anthony said, "The Sixth Legion in Hezhou is your direct line, and the matter of controlling the army will be left to you. I stayed at the Julia Hall and dealt with them as the cavalry commander and the acting consul. Pansar contacted his staff and other staff members. As the Executive Yuan, he collected food and reserve forces from various provinces to prevent Dihemoth's counterattack. Because he was the governor of Shannan Gaul, the four new legions recruited by Caesar there."

"By the way, Marco, have you ever had information about the murderer before? We are eager to need this thing as a basis for justice." Li Bida asked Anthony plainly.

As a result, he clearly saw Anthony hesitating. At this time, Li Bida's sharp eyes seemed to have seen through everything. Then under the sculpture of Pompei, Anthony shook his head decisively and said that he did not know anything about the murderer. The only thing he knew now was that Brutu and Kasio led the assassination.

Under the sculpture of Pompei with a smirk, Li Bida also nodded calmly. The problem just now was easily revealed, so he advocated, "Because most of the veterans have gone home in panic, so in order to win the support of them and the people, Brutu will not take radical actions in the city for the time being. What we need to do now is to carry Caesar's body back!"

So in the dark and sorrowful wind, Li Bida, Pansa and Anthony walked out of the theater and came to the iron bars, trying to find the sedan chairmen. However, the entire street was full of desolation, and the people and slaves of Rome hid very quickly. This was the ability they had developed since the Sura era. They moved their children and food to the mezzanine between their own arcades and chimneys, locked the doors and windows, and themselves and their wives, and slaves picked up the weapons they could find in order to protect themselves.

"Have you sent someone to Julius' home to report the news?" Li Bida asked.

Pansa nodded, but he didn't understand why no one came to collect the body so far. "Forget it, it seems that Caesar's relatives also knew that Caesar, who died in a bad life, would inevitably be counterattacked. They are different from us. We have nothing to lose except ourselves." Li Bida sighed.

As a result, in dusk, a shaking carriage appeared on the street. The slaves carried it under him carried it to the iron gate. He didn't even dare to ask for money, so he threw it down and turned his head and ran away like flying.

Then the one who walked out of the carriage was Pepeya. She was lost and slowly walked to Li Bida, saying in a trembling and frustrated voice, "Is Julius dead? This is a whole city today."

"Yes, it's rare that you can still see him." Li Bida said.

Pepeya lowered her head and covered her face and said, "I have nothing to be afraid of, what else can there be scary? It's just the name of her former wife, who came to help him for the last time." Li Bida nodded and said, "It's rare that you still have this courage and responsibility as a woman, but when Caesar's body was moved out, Pepeya almost fainted."

Finally, Li Bida and others lifted Caesar's body on the carriage, and then the three men carried the carriage, and the center of gravity was unstable and shaking on the street. Pepeya, who was walking behind, burst into tears again, "Why didn't he listen to the advice of the prophet? Isn't the current scene exactly the same as the prophet--he will inevitably lame one leg, and now the carriage of four people is three people carrying it. If it is not a 'lame leg', what is it?"

Caesar's body was placed in the twilight in Julius compound in the Subra District where he lived since childhood. Several old slaves said nothing, touched and stroked the lights to put the lights in, replaced the bloody clothes for the former young master, cleaned the wounds, and prepared a wax mask, a garment and a clean shroud. Li Bida and the other three stood silently on one side. Looking at the scene, Timothus, as a doctor, brought a document to record the number and depth of the wounds left by Caesar.

"It's clear, there are twenty-three wounds in total, the most fatal one is at the back of the neck, but the one that caused him to lose his resistance seemed to be at the groin." Timoxiu finally stood up and concluded.

"That means that there are about twenty veterans who are directly involved in the stabbing." Pansa said gritting his teeth.
Chapter completed!