But what Demethlius thought was the best strategy, obviously scared his master. Demethlius still did not give up. He pointed to the cloak of Alexander the Great on the wall and persuaded: "Master, is this just an exaggerated decoration in your eyes? A trophy that is optional in triumph? Those people in Rome will only hypocritically praise you, but they will never want King Philip (Alexander's father) and his son to appear in the city of Rome. They only like to appear like Sepio, the Great, who is trembling in the Senate's questioning."

"Dmitrius, my child, you are crazy." Pompey directly rejected his advice, then looked at the Emperor's cloak and said to himself: "He died without any regrets when he conquered his career to the peak of glory. I am almost forty-five years old, and I will not be him after all. The city of Rome cannot be born from Alexander the Great. This is the tragedy of Rome, but it is also its success. I always live in such a world and should be used to it."

Then, his strong body stood up from the chair, sighed, touched Demethlius's hair, expressed his intimacy, and then asked what else could be done with the Jewish slaves.

"There is another one. Give up the triumphal, abandon the identity of the legion, and go to Rome to run for the next re-election consul (Roman law stipulates that the triumphal general is not allowed to enter the city within the specified time, so he will not be able to run for the consul). After taking office, he uses his power to pass the land plan and win the support of veterans. As long as he grasps the regime and the morale of the army, he can do everything he can, and he can suppress Caesar and Crassus' new ambitions." As long as Demethrius is not in front of Adianna, he can restore his clear thinking and mind.

But the master just stared at the cloak and sighed without saying a word. He really was unwilling to give up this great triumphal style. It seemed that his life could only have real value in winning this phantom glory.

"That is, before Crasso's supervisory team arrives, part of the money will be distributed to the soldiers, part of it will be sent to the city of Rome for bribery, and it must be kept appropriately and prepared to be handed over to the treasury, so that your grand triumphal style can be guaranteed, and your generals are unreliable." Finally, in order to make the master happy, Demethlius replied in a lonely and heavy tone. He knew very well that even if this method was successful, Pompey's wealth in this war would have been mostly lost. No matter how energy and money it took to distribute land to the veterans, his master could no longer occupy the lead in the fierce battles in Rome, and his fate would be exactly the same as that tuna.

Is this a very ironic destiny?

Demetlius's inferior suggestion finally made Pompey satisfied. Yes, he still can't live without the feeling of being sought after. This is the meaning of his life.

There was a noise from the deck, and Demitrius opened the door of the bridge room. Pompey walked out in his loose robe. He saw white camp tents and smoke everywhere on both sides of the bay of Ponticabien, as well as the trenches, wooden fences, arrow towers, and soldiers on both sides' tense states - the pirates and the new model troops who had already turned into bandits were like fish in water. Pompey and Petternius both issued recruitment orders to them, and they put on the red cloaks of the Roman legion and continued to hold the mutually competitive salary.

As for the bay, there were all kinds of floating objects, as well as the gray and white corpses of people and animals. This was a masterpiece of attacks and plunder by Zifan Pirates. The whole situation was worse than Pompey imagined. Although the Eighth Legion had already landed, all the supplies had been snatched by the Thirteenth Legion. The supplies of Bendu's Copper Shield Army were seized, and the income of the entire island city town was looted. Now it was hoarded in the Acropolis. Petternius was in charge of the city of Ponticabien and did not take Pompey's hearing seriously. There was no way, there were too many veterans and officers in the Thirteenth Legion. Pompey had thought that triumph was about to be reunited, but he became a little selfish. In order to save costs, Demethlius cut off and expelled a group of soldiers or disobeyed him. As a result, all of these people went to the Thirteenth Legion.

What's even more terrible is that those Zifan Pirates who wanted to surrender themselves seemed to have forgotten their previous promises. They attacked their own transportation lines all day long, but never made things difficult for the transport ships of the Thirteenth Legion. Pompei could only supply the troops on the island along the Sinop, Korkis, and from land to the Simmerian Strait. Ten bushels of wheat could be transported to the Eighth Legion's mouth. The soldiers' complaints were already soaring. Triali kept in a hurry, asking for wheat, wine, olive oil, blankets, military shoes, pack horses and mules, in short, everything!

That’s right, such a bad situation must be worthy of the special talk of the guys in purple robes in the Temple of Union!

"Geneus Pompeii has become a dangerous figure now. What exactly does he want to do and what purpose he wants to achieve? Sorry, even the divination officer in the Temple of Jupiter cannot give us a safe answer. We only know that he has eight to ten legions, twelve kingdoms and three hundred tribal nations in his hands. He can decide the life and death of a king at will, and then he asked the city of Rome to give him a second triumphant treatment, and also used the public's craze and the military power in his hands to seize the achievements of other provincial legions. He was too greedy! He and my brother raised crocodiles, and once he opened his bloody mouth to eat, he would not stop in the water at all." In front of the half-moon podium in the Senate, Lukulas, who had been away for a long time, suddenly appeared and began to give a speech to Pompeii.

Afterwards, Lukulas's speech was cheered by Katu and his friends, and the veterans who supported Pompeii gathered around Cicero and kept promoting Pompei's great achievements in extermination of pirates. "Isn't such a general worthy of the public's love for him?"

"The people, especially those mobs who live in the "Floating Island" (Roman's name for high-rise and low-end apartments), love him a little too much. My friend Cicero, don't forget the lessons of the Gragu brothers and Catilin, and don't put the city of Rome before the whirlwind of riots. To be honest, I don't want the great Pompei to lose his last days and become the second Mallor." Xiao Gatu stood up and warned loudly, "Besides, Pompei is very

He may have covered up the huge gains of his and his army in this war, but he used some clumsy means. When a Mitradati concubine handed over the full six thousand Tarante's vault to him, he later announced that the vault was fake, full of stones and iron pieces, and is there anything more incredible than this?" (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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