At this time, Cicero had already been so angry that he left with his sleeves.

Katu's nephew was confused, while Kasio said directly, "I am frank, when it comes to buying nobles, we are definitely not a match for Caesar. If you are unwilling to invest in civilians, no matter what the election of official positions, we will be defeated."

"Isn't it just bribery? This is the biggest cancer in the body of the Republic. Every citizen who should be upright is selling his votes for the price. I must correct this bad habit during the time of becoming a legal officer. For a true Roman citizen, being inspired by virtue and nobility is his duty." Xiao Gatu passed by the corner of several dirty beggars, and even Yu Guang did not scan it, and said hurriedly.

"But uncle, you didn't say the whole thing. It should be described in this way. There are two ways to inspire any citizen of any state, one is virtue and the other is money, but the latter will always work better than the former." Just as Brutu was still arguing, Feripas held his shoulder and said only to his son-in-law Xiao Jiatu, "If you want to correct the bad habits of the Republic, you must wait until you succeed in running for the Grand Justice or the Consul."

"And now Caesar and Pompeii's party members are emerging one after another, just like the rats in the Maximus drainage ditch, greedily asking about the position of the consul in three years." Casio's words were considered a supplement to Feripas.

In the afterglow of the sunset, Xiao Jiatu stopped sadly, turned his back to everyone, then touched his chin, and raised his barefoot to rub. Even in the coldest winter, Xiao Jiatu only wore a sleeveless wool tuga, with barefoot on his face, which almost became his personal symbol. Ordinary Roman citizens and soldiers would joke. Friends, how do you judge that winter is coming? Don’t be superstitious about the priests holding calendar books in the temple. When will Katu wear the half-old wool robe? Winter will come on time.

"Okay, friends, I have promised you that the remaining money will be spent on repaying my father-in-law's debts, and the other half will be spent on the consul's election for my brother-in-law Dumijius. Also, when Gabinus goes to Cyprus next year, the Libida will be forced to hand over 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." Xiao Jiatu calmly stepped on his recovered hot feet on the ground, and continued to walk forward until the deep golden sunlight filled his slightly white hair.

In early spring, Cyprus Island, a huge gilded cobra was waving high, and the flute player Ptolemy carried a blue battle crown. Standing on a light two-wheeled chariot, wearing leather and armor, with gorgeous bows and arrows on the waist and hips, holding a golden power sign. With the accompaniment of the palace and daughter, standing on the hill outside Salamis, it was really majestic.

Li Bida rode a pure white owl in the flowers, drove up the mountain, bowing straight to the flute player, asking if he could start reading?

The Pharaoh nodded heavily and excitedly, then raised the sign in his hand, and slowly turned around. Sixteen trumpeters of the 13th Army wearing wolf-skinned cloaks puffed up their cheeks and blew a surging tune. The guards beside the Pharaoh shouted and raised their spears. At this time, under the hills, the first affiliated cavalry brigade, rode the horses they had just purchased from Piosha, Greece. This was a very arrogant medium-sized foal, lined up in dense formations, harnesses, shields and swords, rubbing against each other. They made the battlefield people's hearts

The drunken voice, the knight at the forefront held a flag with a portrait of Numa Wang in his hand, which was Li Bida's first request, because the traditional corps and brigade units did not have independent flags, only the 100-man team held an iron hand silver ring (the number of silver damage represents the amount of the complete 100-man team). The remaining 100-man teams all looked at the flags of the 100-man team, and there was no difference between them. Now the 13th Legion has independent flags in each brigade, so that the command signal could be more convenient to reach the brigades.

Just as the pharaoh kept nodding and applauding, the affiliated cavalry brigade suddenly rushed out of a horizontal lineup. They pulled bows and arrows on the horse's back. The targets erected on the edge of the hill were all hit. The little queen cheered first, and then quickly evolved into shouts all over the mountains.

Then the affiliated archers came over, wearing Athenian flat cavalry helmets, wearing leather upper half, covered with armor, and raised various bows and arrows in their hands. Their flags were silver-plated centipedes and shouted to the pharaohs on the hills.

"Thank you for the invincible legion!"

"Serve for the Pharaoh!"

The main infantry brigade that followed, they had different helmets, armors, and shield shapes. They were worthy of being the 13th legion from all over the world. The glorious tradition of this team can be seen from their outfits that their flags were golden flies, which in ancient times was a symbol of plague and death. They believed that their swords could bring these terrifying things to the enemy.

"Thank you for the invincible legion!"

"We are all Pharaoh's servants!"

Finally, the Thirteenth Legion and the Thirteenth Legion were coming neatly. The adopted sons of the slightly regular army were dressed in locks, holding legion shields, dense heavy javelins, and holding Katilin iron hand flags and lion flags. The former was the energetic Spanish Tagus holding, while the latter was the scarred Hebrida, with a drunken military guardian, Marco Anthony.

"Thank you for the invincible legion!" The flute blower's voice was a little hoarse, but his interest and energy were still quite high.

"See again in Alexander City!" Two thousand-person brigades turned their faces, raised their flags, and shouted at the Pharaoh in a uniform manner in this simple Greek.

Finally, the legion's killer weapon was the cavalry troop. They sat on the four-wheeled Celtic chariot, holding the cobra flag, rushed to Long Beach with a rumbling sound of cheering, and then quickly unloaded the crossbow and set up a shooting position. Several used ships were moored in the shallow water over there, which were specially pulled as target ships.

Sabo Kemus, who commanded the crossbow head position, was listless. He knew that this thing was just an act. On the battlefield or the ocean, except for the fixed city gates, there were no enemies or ships that were stationary like this? Moreover, the cavalry cannons of the Thirteenth Legion were not as well-trained as the 12th Legion, so he could only fight such a non-moving target ship. Anyway, it was just to be awesome and fool the pharaoh.

"Du-Du-Du-Du." Sabo's whistle was also soft, but the commanders beside him looked nervous. The flame flag in his hand kept lifting and lowering, and the cavalry cannon positions there began to yell.
Chapter completed!