In the sound of the horn, nearly six squadrons of cavalry, which were originally defended by Anthony on the right wing, began to rush out, and redirected to the flank of the single-line queue of Dihemoth, like lightning, scattered assaults like thunder and lightning, swinging swords and massacres, and countless dead people fell down and groaned.

"This is the gap in strength. Diheimos finally has to pay the price for his choice." Li Bida, who was standing on the high fu, sighed, but Anthony soon rode here on horseback. Because the overall situation on the front line was decided, he and Octavian leaned over like a fishy beast, discussing with him about the distribution of his legion and number after Diheimos' death.

Li Bida looked at the two of them and replied, "Since I have promised Shannan Gaul to Marco, the legion seems to take care of Turinus more for balance. If the 14th legion returns to Marco, then the 17th and 18th legion will be given to Turinus. As for Dehimos' sword-fighting slave army, they will definitely fight for the master until death. His two new recruits will be disbanded, and there is no training at all, and there is no value for us to incorporate."

At this time, there was a sound of horn below. Everyone looked down and all the guards stopped shooting. The six legions formed a wall-shaped brigade, stretching all the heavy javelins outside, forming a Germanic phalanx, and forcing Diximos, who was still standing on the battlefield and surrounded by dead bodies, came from all directions. Diximos looked around, and there were only less than ten entourages left. There were thousands of infantry advances in front and countless cavalry interceptors behind. It was already a situation where there was no way to go to the sky and no way to the ground.

The sun shone straight along Dihemoth's back. He threw down his helmet and his face leaned slightly down. If the previous assassination of Caesar only led to the current ending, then what was his life struggle with Brutu and Casio? Why is the Senate so mediocre, why is his accomplices so weak, why... Libidaus deceived and betrayed me!

Thinking of this, Dihemoth roared like a beast, rushing on his horse, but his mount was neighing again and again. He carried the master to avoid the shiny spear tips in the hands of the infantry, "Dirty man, my death is surrounded by so many lowly people! The lowly Italian infantry with two legs, the barbarian rider riding beasts, now the whole republic is filled with your stench, which makes people suffocate." Dihemoth held his dagger, and again and again

He slashed the opponent's layered shield wall until the blade broke out from the hilt of the sword. Then he gasped and surrounded by many enemies. He was like a tired and powerless leopard in a cage, in vain. After a circle, it seemed that these "lowly people" were quietly waiting for him to break themselves. Thinking of this, Diximus suddenly realized. He said to the sword slave next to him, "I actually damaged the weapon used to kill myself. My friend, lend me one."

The sword slave threw a trident for Dihemoth. Dihemoth inserted its tail into the soil, and then let himself fall freely from the saddle in a scream. The trident penetrated his throat and head, and then his mount slowly left, but Dihemoth's body was still pressed on the trident. At the moment when Dihemoth died, the consul Panza, who witnessed the scene, shook violently.

"This is just the beginning." Octavian looked at the scene and felt anger in his heart. "Guardian, since the battle here has ended and the delivery is completed, Anthony can temporarily stay in Gaul, Shannan, and you and the consul, Mr. Pansar, will bring all the legions back to Rome."

"Turinus, are the lists listed?" Li Bida asked cordially.

Octavian smiled and said that this was natural.

About two days later, before dawn in the Paladin Mountains of Rome, Cicero got up in anxiety and fear. His wife, Feberia, beside him, hummed lazily, then turned over half naked, and fell asleep there. Cicero walked gently to the washbasin on the porch, washed up briefly, and stayed there, saying to the person who reported the news, "Is Diehemoth dead?"

The informant nodded, "Mutina was completely flattened, Dihemoth's head was cut off and hung on the broken walls. His legions were all finished, either slaughtered or surrendered."

"But Akuta, who was sent to the Senate, explained that Diheimos was defeated in pursuit of Anthony - am I deceived again? Previously, when Caesar, Pompeii and Crassus were instigated to unite by Liebida and became three-headed monsters, I was kept in the dark. Now, all the Caesars sent to the front line were united..." Thinking of this, Cicero's blood was frozen, but he was still comforting himself, "Young Caesar was able to become the acting officer and command the army through my recommendation; Liebidaus was also my proposal and took office as the high priest and consul; the only thing I need to be afraid of is Anthony's revenge, but with these two, Anthony must be unable to harm me." At this time, Cicero's mood was slightly relieved.

As a result, another informant came. Cicero had always claimed to be sensitive to information and raised many messengers to help him collect military and political information from the city of Rome or various provinces. Although he did not expect a lot of things, what he brought this time was the letter from his former son-in-law, Ulabella, who was declared public enemy by himself.

It turned out that when Urabella was heading east, he was attacked by a fleet from Libida Castle on the sea. Many of his entourage ships were sunk. He drifted to the coast of Asia Minor and could not take office in Syria. Instead, he obtained the support of a legion of Caesar in Ephesus and was preparing to contact Brutu, who was also wandering around and Kasio.

In the letter, Urabella strongly asked Cicero, "Come to Ephesus as an elder to guide our struggle. Now we cannot continue to fight internally. Although you had declared me a public enemy before, for the sake of your plan, only if everyone unites together and continues to indulge Li Bida, he will become a monster that devours the entire republic."

Escape from Rome, are you going to escape from Rome again? Cicero sat dejectedly on the floor. His nostalgia was definitely greater than in the past. He had already taken office as the most honorable inspector and asked him for advice every day. It is said that the Molo Academy on Rhode Island also erected a bronze statue for him, and his new wife came from her parents' home to serve him with all her heart. He had no flaws in life.
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