"There are only a group of slaves here." - Whenever Tiberi comes out of the Senate, he will say contemptuously.

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"After talking for a long time, you still don't have the confidence to defeat Li Bida!" Fulivia was very angry.

"Yes, yes, woman. If the opponent is Turinus, I can still give it a try, but what is in front of me is an insurmountable desert. My adventure ambitions are useless. You have never seen the desert, but I have seen it. It is difficult to win. I will definitely remove all the chips on the gambling table." After Anthony said that, he actually hugged his knees, angry like a child, and tears began to turn around.

Fulivia sighed, then slapped her husband twice on the backbone, "Then let's talk with him before you have a province and sufficient arms."

At this time, the messenger appeared from the gate of the courtyard. He brought the latest news from Rome, which was quietly handed over by Anthony's friend Ijulus, "What, is that boy Leon, waiting to discuss with me at the border?" After receiving the letter, Anthony thought about it carefully, and then his face relaxed, and said to his wife, "Since that guy Libida sent Leo, it means that he would not kill me like Tulinus."

The Rubicon River is still gray and barren. Since Caesar passed here, the system of the Republic has undergone earth-shaking changes, but the arable land, grassland and swamps here have rarely changed. After the war broke out, this inconspicuous river was always the focus of the north, but after the war left, it was still an inconspicuous river. There was no such thing as to stay at this moment.

Leo rode a docile mare. Like his father, the guards drove in front of him until he saw Anthony, who was also riding on horseback, and hurriedly got off the horse and performed the ceremony to his father.

Then in a secluded farm, Leo stood upright, respectfully handed the bronze plate to Anthony's hands, and said directly, "I can express my opinion to my father, Lord Anthony. I have completely obtained all the authorization of my father and can discuss any matter with you."

"I will continue to retain the position of governor of Shannan Province and the authority of the four legions." Anthony said, holding the bronze plate.

"This is impossible. The father, Lord Anthony, will be merged with Umbria, Pinukem and other regions. Then the governors there, like the governors of Syria, must be identified by the Executive Yuan. The former protects Rome and the latter protects Xiaoya, which is a key place. There must be three regular legions stationed in the garrison. Therefore, Lord Anthony, the father, is not within the scope of this discussion." Leo stood upright and explained in detail.

Anthony laughed contemptuously and spitted phlegm on the ground. Then he looked casually at the contents on the bronze plate, "The chief priesthood of Julius Priests, in addition to enjoying the annual salary of the governor, can also enjoy the subsidy of three million Seth's meals. I said, what do I want these?"

"Of course, this money will not touch you, the great Lord Master Zhi, but behind this money and position is permanent security, both from the Antonius family, from the Emilius family, from the Julius family." Leo continued to speak.

"Safe, just as safe as that boy Tulinus on Malta!" Anthony stood up in anger and held the whip in his hand. "Will you be the Emilius family be respected alone in the future? Will you still be able to tolerate me in your eyes?"

"It is precisely because Turinus is the heir to the Julius family and his political energy is extremely powerful that he attempts to harm his father and me under the blind movement. But you don't need to worry, your father just hopes that you can live with him without any grudges, and gloriously in the second half of your life. The entourage assigned to you is equivalent to the consul. On this point, my father can vow to any god!"

"The subtext of your father is that I have low political abilities, so I can't make waves compared to Tulinus, right?" Anthony gritted his teeth and turned around twice, and then he whispered to Leo, "Am I a political idiot?"

Leo paused twice, then lowered his voice and said to Anthony, "I don't think so."

"Is that true?" Anthony hung the whip on his legs with some regret.

"I think it's too much for idiots to treat rhetoric, and it should be said that their political abilities are lacking, which is more appropriate."

This sentence made Anthony glar at Leo with resentment and anger for a long time, and then he looked at Leo, "I can trust you, but I can't trust your father. I need proper conditions, not clergy, nor official rank, nor money. I don't know if you understand."

"Yes, of course I understand." After saying that, Leo stretched out his hand, "My child and Vivia have not yet come to the ground, but if it were a son, your daughter Antonina would be his wife without any resistance."

Half a month later, the army that had been checked from Pinochen, marched past the south of Milan, and then the city of Mutina, and the Skylark Legion and the Eleventh Legion also joined the marching sequence here, which was equivalent to Anthony's submission, and he had handed over all his personal armed forces. In the bleak autumn wind, Anthony said goodbye to his wife and daughter. He stood in the hall of the house, washed his hands with a washbasin, slowly looked back at the armor and sword hanging on the wall, and his exquisite and mighty helmet, then put on the sheepskin robe used by the priest, and walked out with a spruce stick used by Pan Shen.

Outside, Leo and the cavalry team were waiting with Song Ming, because the sky was just the third whistle, Anthony looked at the "children and in-laws" and then at the fish belly of the sky. "How about it, your father would be very happy to see my outfit?"

"I think it's not just my father, but the whole Republic," Leo replied in the saddle.

"What other republic?" Anthony sneered, holding his cane, and followed Leo and the cavalry, like a wandering monk. At this time, all the soldiers of the legion were lined up in long columns and passing by in front of them. Faces under the flames passed one by one. Some Anthony was familiar with him, while others were strangers. As he watched, his heart suddenly became sad, feeling that he was a coward who threw down his weapons on the battlefield and begged for life.

Standing in the ocean of torches, Anthony would think, what would it be if he had fought hard before and instigated these teams to enter Rome?

But now, he can only think about it. If a coward or a warrior is allowed to judge in the future, the reality is that I did not resist, put down my weapons, and accepted the relatively humiliating peace. (To be continued, please search Piaotianyi, the novel is better and faster!
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