Chapter 15 Click to Read (Part 2)

At this time, Cicero was already so angry with Cato that he walked away.

Cato's nephew looked confused, but Casillo said directly, "With all due respect, we are by no means Caesar's opponents when it comes to bribing nobles. If you are no longer willing to invest in civilians, regardless of the election of any official position, we will They will all fail."

"Isn't it just vote-buying? This is the biggest cancer in the body of the Republic. Every citizen who is supposed to be upright is selling his or her vote at a price. I will soon take office as a legal officer and must correct this bad habit. For famous people, For a true Roman citizen, it is his duty to be inspired by virtue and nobility." Little Cato said hurriedly as he passed by a few dirty beggars on the street corner.

"But uncle, you didn't say it completely. It should be described like this. For any citizen of any country, there are two ways to inspire them, one is virtue, and the other is money, but the latter is always more effective than the former." When Brutus was still arguing, Philippas held his shoulders and said only one sentence to his son-in-law Cato the Younger, "If you want to correct the bad habits of the republic, you must wait until you run for consul or consul." After success."

"And now Caesar and Pompey's henchmen are emerging in endlessly, like rats in Maximus's gutters, greedily inquiring about the position of consul even in three years." Cassio's words can be regarded as a reference to Felippas of supplement.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, little Cato stopped sadly, turned his back to everyone, then touched his chin, and then raised his bare feet to rub them. Even in the coldest winter, Cato the Younger only wore a sleeveless woolen toga and bare feet. This almost became his personal symbol. Ordinary citizens and soldiers in Rome would joke and ask, friends, how do you judge? Winter is coming? Don't be superstitious about the priests holding calendar books in the temple. Whenever Cato puts on that half-old woolen robe, winter will come on time.

"Okay, friends, I have promised you that the remaining money will be used to repay my father-in-law's debts, and the other half will be used for my brother-in-law Dumitius's consulship campaign. And "When Gabinus goes to Cyprus next year, Lepidus will be forced to surrender his military power. I will pay attention to this matter - the only one who can defeat the poisonous scorpion is the king of the desert, the poisonous cobra." Cato the Younger. He calmly stepped on the ground with his recovered feet, and then continued walking forward until the deep golden sunlight covered his slightly white hair.

It is already early spring on the island of Cyprus. A huge gilded cobra is fluttering high. The flute player Ptolemy wears a blue war crown and stands on a light two-wheeled chariot. He is wearing leather and armor and has gorgeous carvings on his waist. With his bow and arrow, holding a golden scepter, accompanied by the court and his daughter, he stood on the hill outside Salamis, looking really majestic.

Lepidus rode a pure white owl among the brilliant flowers, and drove up the mountain. He saluted straightly to the flute player and asked if he could start reading?

The Pharaoh nodded heavily and excitedly, then raised the scepter in his hand and slowly circled it around. Sixteen trumpeters of the Thirteenth Legion wearing wolfskin cloaks puffed up their cheeks and blew a surging tune. The guards around the Pharaoh shouted and raised their spears. At this time, under the hill, the first attached cavalry group passed by. They were riding horses that had just been purchased from Boiosia, Greece. This was a very impressive medium-sized horse. The horses were lined up in a dense formation. The harness, shields and swords were rubbing against each other, making a sound that was very intoxicating to those on the battlefield. The knight at the forefront was holding a flag engraved with the portrait of King Numa. This was Lepidus. The first requirement is that the traditional legion unit does not have reading flags. Only the 100th team holds up the silver ring with iron hands (the number of silver rings represents the number of complete centurions), and the rest of the 100th team all look at the first one. There is no difference between what the flags of the Hundred-Man Corps refer to. Now, each arm of the Thirteenth Army has flags in the form of readability, so that command signals can be sent to each group more conveniently.

Just as the Pharaoh kept nodding his head in approval, the attached cavalry brigade suddenly rushed out of a line. They drew their bows and arrows on horseback. Swish, swish, swish, and hit the targets erected on the edge of the hill. Queen Elizabeth was the first to cheer. , and then quickly evolved into shouts all over the mountains and plains.

Then the attached archer group came over. They wore Athenian-style oblate cavalry helmets and wore leather upper garments decorated with armor plates. They raised bows and arrows of different shapes in their hands. Their flag was a silver-plated centipede. , shouting salute to the Pharaoh on the hill,

"Thank you to the invincible army for your hard work!"

"Serve Pharaoh!"

The main infantry group that came next had different helmets, different armors, and different shapes of shields. They were indeed the Thirteenth Army Corps from all over the world. The glorious tradition of this team can be seen from their attire. Their flag is a golden fly, which was a symbol of plague and death in ancient times. They believed that their swords could bring these horrors to their enemies.

"Thank you to the invincible army for your hard work!"

"We are all Pharaoh's dead servants!"

Finally, the thousand-man brigades of the Thirteenth and Twelfth Legions came forward neatly. These people were somewhat like the adopted sons of the regular army. They were dressed in curtains, holding legion shields, densely packed heavy javelins, and holding Catiline irons. The hand flag and the lion flag, the former was held by the energetic Spaniard Tagus, and the latter was held by the scarred Hebrida, with the drunken military tribune Marco Antony sandwiched in the middle.

"Thank you for your hard work, invincible legion!" The flute player's voice was a little hoarse, but his interest and energy were still high.

"See you in Alexandria!" The two thousand-man battalions turned their heads, raised their flags, and shouted in unison to the Pharaoh in this simple Greek language.

The last to come was the legion's trump card, the cavalry artillery squad. They sat on four-wheeled Celtic chariots, holding cobra flags, and rumbled to the long beach amid cheers. Then they quickly unloaded the ballista and set the shooting position. In the shallow water over there, there were several abandoned ships anchored, which were specially pulled here as target ships.

Sabokemus, who was commanding next to the ballista position, was listless. He knew that this thing was just acting. On the battlefield or the ocean, except for the fixed fortress, how could there be enemies or ships that were so motionless? Moreover, the cavalry gunners of the Thirteenth Legion were not as well-trained and battle-hardened as the Twelfth Legion, so they could only shoot at the immovable target ship, just to show off and fool the Pharaoh.

"Toot-toot-toot." Sabo whistled loudly, but the commanders around him looked nervous, and kept raising and lowering the flame-tongue flags in their hands, and the cavalry gun positions over there began to shout. (To be continued.)