In the city hall next to the port terminal, the bright sunshine of Sicily in May gently projected in the central patio, like gold pouring down the ground. Leo put down the document of Young Caesar on the small table beside him, and said to all the officials, "I am the adjutant of the envoy of the Sicily wartime province, and the financial officer of the high priest's army. All fleets, materials and warehouses, and the power of allocation are controlled in my hands. But the Republic is by no means a place for private access. Because of such an important duty, I should put my personal emotions and personal interests out of it. Therefore, I must reject this letter from outside the war zone, and keep its original copy, submit the copy to the provincial envoy, His Excellency Marclus, and the Senate of the Roman city for review, and look forward to a reasonable and reasonable solution to this matter."

Then, he asked everyone seriously, "How is the configuration of all legions now?"

"There is only a twin legion, commanded by General Tlureas, is stationed in the Tarindun area, ready to wait for orders, cross the strait, go here to support the battlefield in Spain." The officials and clerks around him searched the news and reported.

"Where is General Maximus' squadron?"

"Just assisting General Macmillan, he defeated the enemy Lipo's intercepting fleet on the island of Saxo in Balearic, and escorted seven legions to the New Carthage area to land on the shore."

Leo nodded. He needed clarity in this situation. "Immediately send a quick paddle boat to entrust Maximus to the mission of besieging Saxony Island, and then return Macmillan's main fleet to Lilibi." At this time, a slave from the house also stepped forward and said, "A thousand elite soldiers of the Hetius Party have arrived at the city pier."

"Very good. Very good." Leo calmed down, and a sadness suddenly surged in his heart: When he was a child, his mother taught me kindness and tolerance. But when his father became an adult, he kept instilling in me with Taoism and scheming. I knew that maybe this character quality might be just a double side of a coin. But - Turinus, Agripa, and my sister Corinna - what kind of face will I face you in the future? Will this be the biggest trial my father gave me?

The city of Magara in the Ebro River Bay in Spain is bustling again. The high priest's legion advanced towards the coastal streets in the northeast. All the residents and masses stood on the gates and roads with flowers in their hands, and flew away the streets. Although the high priest stayed here for a short time, it brought a real "spring breeze" to all the twenty-one towns south of the Sierra Nevada:

The taxes of towns were reduced from one-seventh of the original (formed by Caesar) to one-tenth;

The blood tax provided by towns to Rome to war was abolished, that is, the people were provided to engage in military slaves and auxiliary troops;

Abolish most levels, and a considerable number of previously temporary tax increases;

For the garden land that was originally confiscated and state-owned, one-third were allocated to the poor, and two-thirds were open to local or foreign knights;

Reward local workshops and fleet construction, trade activities, and reduce taxes levied on the release of slaves.

In short, "The cause of reviving the Republic started in the city of Magara." This is the original words of the high priest and consul, and it is also a time for everyone to believe in miracles and restore faith. Isn't Caldes a good example? The high priest only held a sacrifice ceremony here for half a month. The previously declining Caldes suddenly became prosperous and lively. The rivers were full of ships, brothels and shops were re-studded, and many residents in the countryside who were hiding from the war returned to them to live and work in peace.

The army was majestic and majestic, and the high priest riding on the horse was thick-bearded, and he frequently smiled and waved to the people around him.

At this time, on a high hill overlooking the entire marching force, the bushes and weeds were lurking there in sweaty clothes. The figure dressed in the druid priest was lurking there, murmured, "Yes. Yes, probably so much military force, the helmet, the cloak, and the gilded baton on the saddle, there was absolutely no mistake, and the shoulder carriage and umbrella cover of his wife sitting behind him." Then, he rolled up the parchment paper for recording the things and handed it over to the shepherd's children next to him, "Passed it to the three villages inside and outside Rome, and someone will reward you."

Then, when the two saw the army gradually drifting away, they took a breath and stood up from the grass. At this time, an arrow suddenly shot from the canopy beside them. The shepherd child was hit by a neck, and a muffled blood splattered onto the priest's robe, "Damn it!" The priest hurriedly grabbed the paper scroll and ran wildly. From Gaogang and the woods, many cavalry holding spears and bows jumped out of the mountains, and shouted, like a cat chasing a mouse, surrounding the priest.

In the campsite left on the outskirts of Magara, after the newly built corridor, about 5,000 soldiers, including two brigades of Liwus and Numawang, and nearly 3,000 Spanish natives, were squatting in a collective order, sorting out their luggage and weapons, and behind them were large numbers of military slaves leading horses. In some inconspicuous camp tent, the high priest who had shaved his beard and long hair was crossing his legs, covering his inconspicuous blue wool cloak of ordinary centurion covering his face and upper body. Soon the messenger submitted the news, "The first batch of supplies from the warehouse in Utika City have been in place."

"Distribute it and send it to each soldier. In addition, a second batch of supplies will be in place soon, and the municipal council and security forces in Magara City will do the subsequent transportation work." At this time, Li Bida turned over and tied his cloak with buttons and pins on his body, and then picked up the sword next to him, "Set out! Flip over the snow Nevada!"

Then he slowly walked to Corora next to him, grabbed another sword, and handed it to him, "If something goes wrong this time, even if I don't execute you, you will not be able to escape - so I will give you this sword. If you are in a desperate situation, be brave and stab it into your chest."

Colora took the sword, "I believe that this sword will follow me and continue to spend thirty years, and after I die, it will be placed on the display shelf in the atrium of my family's house for my descendants to admire and envy."

"I hope so, because I have children too." Li Bida smiled.

At dusk, the information was still accurately sent to the village designated by the priest. Then the intelligence network that Sectus had previously laid began to work, one by one, and after about two markets, the information about Li Bida's military operation was sent to Sectus in the city of Ursau. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!