Chapter 21 The Death of a King (Part 1)

ps: To celebrate the Mauritanian Empire Navy Admiral Sura, under the blessing of the Shaman High Priest, killed the E4 Dean in one wave last night, and got the pride of the Italian Empire Navy, and will also get the "Roma" and "Empire" battleships in the same column in the future. I will update twice tonight. Happy Oti, Ati, Feiti and Antarctic!

"Tiberius, go to the Tiber River!"--The citizens of Rome celebrated the death of Tiberius

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"General, the time to use your sword of martyrdom has come!" The serviceman who always accompanied Marcius shouted in the crowd of all the soldiers, making Marcius' face blue and purple. Seeing that everyone was staring at him, he was embarrassed to death, so he made up his mind and drew his sword. The general slave and the centurion blocked him in front of him, and then he stabbed him in the chest.

With a cry of surprise, Marcius was frightened to the point of sitting down, his hands still trembling, but he was not dead, because he was wearing a very valuable and solid copper breastplate with a perfect arc, and Marcius himself was not good at using a sword, so the sword just slipped and missed his heart, stabbing his armpit instead. The director of engineering turned pale and shouted, "I'm bleeding, I'm injured." Several loyal military slaves ran over to help him bandage his wounds. The soldiers were also in a mess, saying all kinds of things. The haunted serviceman appeared again, and he picked up the general's sword that had fallen to the ground. And asked the centurions. "Take off the general's skirt and breastplate. Only in this way can his suicide be successful."

A military call was sounded, and the officers and soldiers retreated one after another. The guards of the victorious high priest, all black-skinned Medetians, came over. The bald-headed captain of the guard, Alp, who led the way, stood in front of Marcius, his eyes sweeping around like a leopard, and said in a deep voice. "His Excellency Lepidus, the high priest of the Republic, must enforce the natural right of the winner."

"The natural right of the winner" is a phrase that everyone is familiar with in the hundreds of years of war history of the Roman Republic - the winner kills everything, and the loser is doomed; the winner is justified, and the loser is to blame for his own mistakes.

Obviously, Lepidus asked Alp to pass on the message, which was to massacre all the officers, and then plunder the entire camp and sell the ordinary soldiers into slavery.

Marcius was even more paralyzed immediately, and he immediately shouted to Alp. "Don't slaughter my officers and soldiers indiscriminately. I am willing to plead guilty to the high priest. I ask for any punishment."

This immediately moved the soldiers greatly. They saluted the engineering director and commander who looked very mediocre and cowardly on weekdays, and shouted that they were willing to sacrifice themselves to save the life of the supreme commander.

"Then you go to see His Excellency the high priest, maybe there will be a turnaround." Alp raised his head and immediately resolved the extremely embarrassing situation of Machias who wanted to die but couldn't. So the general stood up, holding his sword in his hand, took off all his ornaments and cloak, and wore an ordinary sweat shirt. Under the cheers and gazes of the soldiers, he slowly came to the shed built by the high priest at the edge of the camp.

This was a temporary shed, decorated with flowers and grass, and a huge silver plate was piled with some mountain delicacies, just as a reward for victory. Lepidus, wearing a red and white consul's robe, warmly embraced Marcius who came to plead guilty, and asked his entourage to put on a toga for him. It was made of delicate Cyrene cloth, extremely light and comfortable - but after Marcius put on the clothes, he felt particularly heavy. He hurriedly handed over his sword and expressed his willingness to apologize for his previous reckless and disrespectful words, "You can use this sword to execute me, or you can return it to me out of compassion, and I can commit suicide in front of all the soldiers."

"Oh? What if I want you and your soldiers to go through the yoke door and then forgive everyone?" Lepidus asked jokingly.

"Please forgive me again. Most of my followers are natives of Spain. They came out to fight with me out of gratitude to Pompey and his son. If they were to accept such a great humiliation as drilling through the yoke, it would be worse than death. I would rather you pierce my chest with this sword now." Machias said without hesitation. Lepidus laughed, and Corolla behind him was also moved. "I have captured you for the fourth time, Sir Marcius. This shows that there should be an unusual friendship between us. In this battle, both armies and commanders are extremely brave and honorable, so no one should die. I guarantee the safety of all your people's property and lives. How about it?"

Finally, the two walked out of the awning hand in hand and expressed "reconciliation" to all the officers and soldiers present who were originally enemies. "I, Lepidus, this expedition is just a relay point. The ultimate goal is to bring eternal peace and tranquility to the entire two Spains and Lusitania, the entire continent!"

"Long live the high priest! Long live the Republic, God bless Rome!" The whole camp was boiling.

Now, of course, Lepidus knew that the gateway and road to the city of Ursau had been opened. His current hope was that the seven legions of Petheneus could successfully crush the Sagantan region and advance to the city of Ursau. The natural protective trench on the east side, the area around the Xingilis River, contained the two legions of the Little Thunder God, allowing him to move freely.

To this end, he called the newly-commissioned Markius and asked him to list the configuration of the little Thor army in detail on the sand map table. "If nothing goes wrong, Sextus will be in Xinjili Sihe deployed a legion, and with the assistance of the Spanish barbarian cavalry, he was confident that he could temporarily resist your guerrilla army. Then he should deploy another legion in another fort called Uriah, plus the troops sent by Rolls. A legion of reinforcements are coming. I estimate that his plan is to take advantage of all your main forces from all aspects to gather for siege and defeat all of your troops. That is to launch a two-pronged offensive and first defeat your lieutenant from the direction of Sagantan. group."

"Petnaeus has seven legions, and he is also an expert in tactics. The little God of Thunder is worthy of being a little God of Thunder. He really dares to think and do." Lepidus said with admiration, "But since I personally led the team to cross the Sierra Nevada , came to Munda Plains, and also came to the back and soft belly of the little Thunder God, I can't let him do whatever he wants." After speaking, Lepidah raised his gilded baton horizontally, "After the whole army camped tonight, The next day, they all rush out of the mountain road, and I will press forward step by step to eat up Sextus's town and troops!"

The next day, Lepidus appointed Machius as the commander of the first echelon, under the jurisdiction of the 1,500 Spanish soldiers who had just surrendered, and asked Dusonville to "guard" him with 800 elite cavalry, from the camp. Exiting the mountain road, we arrived at the southeastern strategic point of the Munda Plain, the city of Windibo.

The city of Windibo is located just on the left bank of the Xingilis River, south of the Little Thunder God Barracks, and east of the Ursau Fortress. It is an extremely critical and sensitive area, where Lepidus will fire the first shot to pacify the Spanish province. . (To be continued...)