"If God wants to go against man openly, it is difficult for anyone to deal with." - Homer

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"After we landed in Apheriga, we were also stationed between the old camps of Utica and Gonelus. Several soldiers accidentally dug out several golden statues on the ruins of Carthage and made a fortune. As a result, Apius yelled that when Carthage was destroyed, the Puniers buried countless treasures in the entire underground. As a result, under his leadership, all the soldiers did not dig trenches, and with shovels and pickaxes, they almost dug up the former site of Carthage, but in the end they found nothing." As Pompei said, he couldn't stand up straight.

Peletaus was the same, but he still insisted on it. "In the end, the soldiers got angry. They lifted Apius and threw him into the pit they dug, saying that if he could not dig out anything, they would bury him alive."

"In the end, Apius really asked to dig out a few copper coins." After saying these words, Pompey was so happy that he almost laughed in a panic with Peletaus.

Then the two of them fell silent again, "How did Apius die in the end? On Crete, or in the Black Sea?"

"Crete, he was the first to climb up the city of the pirate stronghold, ate a javelin, fell down and died, and finally fell into a pit." Peletaus replied.

Pompei stopped talking, he stared at the setting sun slowly falling and said, "Sula did not approve my triumphal squad back then, I said to him, people love the rising sun but not the sunset. Unexpectedly, I have come to this situation today. But I cannot die like Sura, surrounded by friends, wife and children, and be extremely mournful. I am not Venus' lover, I am a fighter of Mercury. Peletaus, promised me that I will be the commander of the two legions in the battle immediately, and fight with the two legions of Tulas. You must also fight well with Vibrius, but one of you and him must survive."

"Yes. The great General Pompeii, whether I or Vibrius survive, will arrange your funeral properly. I will fight, but not the kind of battle that will stop before death." Peletaus said with a sob.

Pompei nodded, stood up, and said goodbye to the old friend one by one.

In the mansion in Utica City, Pompei listened to the sound of war trumpets outside and stared at the cloak of Alexander the Great hanging on the wall. Gonelia walked in and said quietly, "No need to worry about me, I am used to such a fate. It seems that the Roman men will eventually die on the battlefield. You should not bring any care. Teach a lesson to those who dare to be enemies of the great Pompei!"

"That's right." Pompei smiled, and then he sat in front of the mirror. Gao Nailia took off the cloak knowingly and put it on her husband. Although this was a bit funny, because Pompei, who was in his fifties, was already fatter and the cloak was stretched very tightly. Gao Nailia stroked it several times before it was over. Her tears also slid down silently.

"Hey. Demethlius, my hair, my hair, is not like Alexander at all!" Pompey pretended not to see his wife's tears, and shouted easily at Demethlius who was already crying beside him. The Jewish slave stepped forward and tidius up his hair with a cow horn comb for the great Pompey.

"Is this strand of curly hair hanging in front of my forehead always giving people a funny feeling?" Pompei finally said this.

Demethlius didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He nodded and combed Pompey's curly hair back with force. There were already many gray and white hair mixed in it, but Demethlius combed it very carefully. In the end, Pompey's hairstyle was really the same as the side of the Great Emperor on the silver coins.

Pompei was very satisfied and nodded. Then he got up, as if he was explaining his funeral, and said to Gornalia and Demethus, "My two sons, Rous and Sequetus are now commanding the fleet to fight on the Balearic Islands. There is no need to worry about them, because they are Pompei's sons, and they are all determined by themselves. If this battle is not good, I will not live a life, so Demethus..." As he said, Pompei took out a few special wax plates from the bronze inlaid box, "This is my family."

The Pompeii family has had tens of thousands of slaves and three thousand Talent land since my father's time. I could form three legions by scattering assets, but unfortunately, if I guess correctly, these assets should have been confiscated by Caesar and Libida, and some of them were sold to pay for military pay. Demethlius, but I still handed it over to you and do my best to make some remaining money to give to my wife Gornalia. I am very sorry, my dear."

Gao Nailia sobbed and threw herself into Pompei's arms, saying, "My father is already mentally ill, and you--"

"Don't cry, don't cry. Men will die when they go to the battlefield vigorously, and women will be responsible for living strongly. Aren't the rules in the Roman world like this?" Pompey briefly comforted his wife, then pushed her away, handed the wax plate to Demethlius's arms, and instructed him, "Although I have a relationship with you as a master and a slave, I have liberated you in my will. Remember that if you fall into the hands of Libida or someone else in the future, don't fight too much, and explain what you know. I believe they will not be embarrassed by the free people. Demethlius, you should live well, and I will be satisfied with taking care of my family."

Then, the master and servant hugged each other tightly. Then, Pompey bid farewell to all his family and servants, walked out of the house, rode on a war horse, and headed towards the boiling camp outside the city without looking back.

In the port of Brindisi, several soldiers of the legion were boarding the ship in an orderly manner. This was the third wave of Caesar's entire army and the most powerful wave of troops. At this time, all Li Bida's fleet came to escort. In front of the head coach's tent at the dock camp, Yulia suddenly appeared, and she also brought Leo and Tulinus!

"The children said they wanted to go and see each other, Leo was going to follow the papa, and Turinus was going to meet his uncle." This was Yulia, who was holding the two children in a blanket, explained to Li Bida.

Li Bida looked at two children of the same age as the age of ten. Leo's eyes were obviously afraid of blame, and he was very uneasy to pinch the leather box on his chest, which contained pens and books; while Tulinus lowered his head calmly, and could not see any expression on his face.

"Turinus, as your guardian, I must ask clearly, what is the purpose of meeting my uncle when you go to Afiriga?" Li Bida asked, from the traditional social ethics, he had no reason to blame his two children. A Roman boy had to complete his childhood education at the age of seven, and completed his academic education at the age of thirteen, and began to enter society and prepare to get married.

Then before serving in public office at the age of 30, serving and debating skills were indispensable. Now they have to follow Li Bida to see the world. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!