Chapter 31 The Protagonist and the Supporting Role (Part 1)
"I detest the cowardly swordsman who begs for mercy, because he falls on his knees and begs us to let him live." - Cicero
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While Hebrida was still caressing the many treasures in the Pharaoh's camp affectionately, the shouts of killing outside were already in full swing. The six brigades led by Polo also rushed up, and the Egyptians were attacked from both sides. The human defense line was torn apart, and they could only run around in panic. The victorious party rushed into each camp and killed people, plundered the property, raped the Pharaoh's maid, took away the animals, and then started to set fire to the mountains and highlands. They sprang out in all directions and soon spread.
"There is no need to control the military discipline in this battle, because we have received the order of eradication from the dictator." This was the consensus reached by Lepidus and the sergeants in advance. Caesar obviously agreed to Queen Elizabeth and wanted to punish everyone who still followed her brother. Executing the order of complete annihilation, huge massacres continued on the highlands of the Nile Continent.()().(). Ptolemy Thirteen's camp was occupied, and all the dead soldiers around him fled. Only the centurion Septimius was still following him, "Protect me. As long as you can protect Pharaoh, I will rush out. In the future, I can reward you with half of the empire!" The young pharaoh pulled Septimius's sleeve and ordered half-pleadingly. In the chaos, Septimius, the old centurion, could only nod his head, then he picked up his sword and threw thirteen shields to Ptolemy. The other party put it on his head and gave Ptolemy the clothes that symbolized the identity of the pharaoh. Putting on the cloak, Septimius ran around on the battlefield full of death and carnage.
Soon, they followed the chaotic crowd. We came to a corner on the edge of the high ground. Going down from here is a sheer cliff of nearly a hundred Roman feet. There are also extremely deep trenches dug below, filled with densely packed pickets and caltrops. This was originally used by the Egyptians to guard against Roman attacks when they set up camps. Now the people on the edge of the cliff are being choked one by one under the congestion. If they were squeezed down, they would fall with their heads split open and their backs broken, or they might fall on a sharp stake and be impaled to death. "Don't panic, stay aside!" Septimius calmly took Pharaoh's hand and pulled him to stay beside the ruined tent. The shouts of the Romans over there were getting closer and closer. The Pharaoh nervously kept asking if there was still time. People were running around them, some were trampled to death, and some could only close their eyes and continue to jump down the cliff.
Probably when the Roman soldiers rushed only one furlong away from them, Ptolemy Thirteen could see the excited expressions of the enemy soldiers under the Gallic iron helmets and bronze helmets. Then at that very moment Septimius grasped his hand. Saying that he can leave now, Ptolemy Thirteen suddenly understood that this was the old centurion asking him to jump off the cliff, so he screamed and resisted, but the other party's strength was too great, and he was almost dragged to the edge of the cliff. , and then was pushed down by Septimius. The noble Pharaoh's clothes and cloak disintegrated in the air. He fell on the ditch, and his internal organs were about to spurt out from his cavity. Fortunately, the ditch was filled with dead bodies in advance. This was what Septimius had just said. The reason why Si asked him to wait - miraculously he did not fall to death, but rolled a few times, and then was pulled up by Septimius who jumped down with him, his mouth and nose were bleeding, like He was pulled forward like a chicken with his head down. Here was an empty river bank, with reeds and boats burning everywhere. Lepidus' two legions from Pontus had already opened their human nets and were in the reeds. After pulling out the hiding Egyptian nobles and soldiers to execute them, Septimius smacked his lips, then pressed the hilt of the sword on his waist more firmly, and began to shake his hands and run towards the deeper branch of the river.
"You cannot abandon the noble Pharaoh like this!" Ptolemy XIII screamed, "Even though I have not been on the throne of Alexandria for a long time, I have indeed been authorized and recognized by the gods to escort me to Thebes. Sicheng.”…
Septimius waved his hand and said that all the reward promised to him in advance was lost with the fall of the camp. Now he only needs to return to Pharos Island as soon as possible and kill the two former consuls before Caesar pursues him. Before committing the crime, it was true that he quickly escaped with his wife and children incognito.
Ptolemy Thirteen wiped the blood on his face, and with a sudden heart, he took off both the turquoise ring and the amber ring on his finger, showed them in front of Septimius, and said that as long as you follow my instructions, Do it, and these two rings are yours! Septimius smiled honestly and said that these two rings were probably only worth three hundred drachma silver coins, and it was really not worth the risk.
"Three hundred drachmas. It seems that you are really Romans from the countryside? You know, this turquoise was once worn by Alexander, and the amber was passed down from generation to generation by the ancient Egyptian royal family. It was mined from the tomb. The two items found by the ancestors together are probably worth hundreds of talents. Well, they all belong to you now, but you have to fulfill your promise and take me to Thebes. Not only will you get the ring, but also Become the captain of the palace guard." Ptolemy Thirteen shouted with sweat on his face, and then he smiled confidently and put the ring on his hand again, with a desperate expression.
Obviously, the old Roman centurion was moved. He rubbed his hands and quickly came forward to greet him.
"Then" Before Ptolemy XIII could give an order, Septimius punched him in the nose, shattering it and cracking his eye sockets. His expression and facial features were squeezed together, blood and teeth splattered everywhere, and he knelt down wailing and stroking his face. Then Septimius attacked him left and right, making blood fly everywhere. "What are you going to do? What are you going to do!" Ptolemy XIII's eyes were about to bulge out. He knelt on the ground, one of his hands was twisted behind his back by Septimius, and the other hand was pulled forward to the ground. Then the young pharaoh screamed even more miserably - Septimius's foot stepped on his hand tightly, and the pharaoh's fingers instinctively straightened in pain, and then they were all cut off by an axe, and the fingers rolled all over the ground. Then, Septimius expressionlessly pushed the Pharaoh, whose arms were covered in blood, to the side, walked over to take off the two rings, looked at them, and carefully stuffed them into his waist bag. Then he stood up and looked at the Pharaoh who was rolling in pain with pity, and looked at the Roman army holding torches in the twilight, approaching from far and near, "You lowly man, you have hurt me miserably. You dare to be so cruel to the sacred and inviolable Pharaoh." Ptolemy XIII was still rolling in the blood, angrily accusing.
"I'm sorry, I changed my plan. I was just going to run away. Now that you have told me the true value of these rings, don't blame me." After saying that, Septimius grabbed the Pharaoh's hair, dragged him into a reed bush, swung an axe, chopped him to death, then lit the fire in his waist bag, burned the reeds, and then raised his hands in the long firelight, saying that I was going to meet the Roman cavalry commander.
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