Augustus Road

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Calabis and Timotheus tied the injured horse to a crooked neck tree, then braved the rain and rushed towards the small door on the side of the villa. He was so grateful to Pop for his design now. He loved Pop. Yes, he had to give him another 30,000 sesterces afterwards.

This small door is extremely hidden, hidden among the camouflage of trees and vines. A guy squatting nearby and defecating was wiped on the neck by Calabis silently, and then he took out the key and opened the small door. As a result, as soon as he stepped in with his front foot, he was hit hard on the back of his neck. He snorted, his eyes went dark, and he fell down.

Timothy, who was following behind, and Potty and Paluma who were in the shadow of the small door, shouted together.

In the warm wind, Calabis, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes. Everyone moved him to the fireplace. His eyes rolled around, and the back of his head still hurt. He gritted his teeth and asked, who was it just now? Slap my sap.

"It's me, father." Paluma raised her hand and raised the stick in her hand with a matter-of-fact expression.

"This kid originally wanted to tie nails on the stick, but luckily I didn't have the heart to do it." Potty sighed, "You happened to wake up and you were already unconscious in the middle of the night." Calabis nodded and felt a sting on his forehead. There was a clanking sound, and when I touched it with my hand, it turned out to be steel hoops. "What are these?"

"Your wife is in a hurry. We need to perform a craniotomy on you. This is for permanent use. We were just about to do the surgery when you woke up." Timothee and a few Tianzhu guys said expressionlessly.

The morning light outside filtered in dimly, and the noise outside the wall became louder and louder. Milu beside the bed said that the mob might have gathered around again. Everyone was tired after fighting all night. I am now Go and take over from Popper's team. Karabis, take over from Tagus' team and be responsible for the defense of the gate. This is to protect your family. We are here to help.

Karabis said I don’t like to owe people favors, and I will definitely repay them in full afterwards.

In front of the gate, Karabis, holding a fighting sword and standing behind the temporary deer village, took the wicker shield sent by Tagus and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, I have a daughter too, and I don't want these scum to ruin their lives," Tagus said.

In the billowing white smoke below, there were figures, holding various weapons, swarming over densely. At dawn, the mob also made a more careful observation and found that there were not many people in the villa. Everyone came up together , broke down the door, rushed in, burned, killed and looted, showing off the bad breath from last night.

"Dong dong dong", Karabis and others hurriedly lowered their bodies behind the deer village. The stones thrown by the mob hit the bronze door, leaving white pits, and then there was a harsh cry. , the dozen guys in the lead, wearing Phrygian double-eared hats, wrapped in simple leather armor, wielding Gallic swords and iron axes, stepped on the mud and rushed forward.

The soldiers were fighting hand to hand, and there were shouts everywhere. Calabis resolutely carried out the legion's instructions, half-crouched under the large wicker shield, and allowed the opponent to shout and chop, without moving. From time to time, he saw the opportunity and calmly handed the dagger to the opponent. of the abdomen and under the ribs. At this moment, Pope's small projectile cannon was also fired on the top of the villa, and the sheep's head stone clattered into the gaps in the mob's ranks, blocking their subsequent charge. Soon, several dozen people who rushed in front were stabbed to death by fighting swords and iron-tipped wooden spears. The rest also crawled back. A few veterans picked up the stones they had just thrown and pointed them at those people. He was hit on the back and head, and in the screams, Karabis, who was almost shot last night, felt very happy.

But the ebb of the mob was short-lived. They quickly armed themselves with the valuable furniture they had looted last night. All cabinet boards were dismantled and placed on their heads as shields. Hundreds of people surged up again. The cannonballs flying towards Pop seemed to be in a hurry, and they hit the furniture cabinet board with good quality and bounced everywhere. "Get ready to retreat and close the door!" Karabis and Tagus shouted. , then pulled his companion back.

Karabis also saw that the mob actually created something: they completely removed the upper part of the mule cart, tied a bronze statue on it, and rolled it over with eight solid wooden wheels pushed by about ten people. , preparing to knock open the door of the small villa.

"This is going to be tricky." Calabis's eyes were red. Once the door was opened, these twenty veterans couldn't withstand the crazy crowd of mobs. "No, how can I die here? I still can't." I didn’t kill that bastard Catiline!”

A long and thin guinea pig jumped out of the smoke. It was the guide, followed by Maya, and more than two dozen gladiators wearing pointed helmets and large top helmets, who silently rushed towards the mob. On the side of the team, fighting swords, iron forks and reverse-blade machetes were used to kill, and the mob was suddenly filled with blood and flesh. Seeing the turn of events, the defenders of the villa also raised their weapons and counterattacked. At this time, the true nature of the mob came out. They dropped the "statue siege vehicle" and fled like flies.

The small setback of the mob of Apilon in front of the small villa of Calabis is nothing, because they have made huge gains in most other villas, and now they have no interest in competing with this "little nail" anymore , the large group of troops turned to the Pletes Fortress, where the "City Legion" garrisoned had Catiline's inner line - now seizing the support of weapons and troops was more important than seizing the money of a small villa.

The two scarred prisoners were pulled into the hall of the villa by the gladiators and veterans. Calabis and Milou sat on the couch, "What is Catiline's plan?" Then Tagus grabbed one of them and brought him to His hand was dragged into the blazing fire of the fireplace, and the man's pig-killing voice was mixed with the sizzling sound of his palms. The other man was so frightened that he sweated and said hurriedly: "Spare your life, I only know, Catiline Let us plunder Apilon, kill all the rich, and have all the property at our disposal. Then we shall seize Pletes and Capua, and then march to Rome."

"These are small characters, and their testimony will make the Senate worthless." Milu said.

"Moreover, Catiline must have the support of many elders behind him for doing this." Calabis added.

"Should we stay safe here?"

Calabis shook his head, "Why? I swore to Catiline before in front of the Grand Racecourse that if he touches my family, I will take his life - now that he has done it, it's his turn I've made my next move." Then he made an execution gesture to the two prisoners.

The leader, a strong gladiator wearing a big-top helmet, grabbed the hair of the two thugs and slit their throats neatly. The two fell to the floor, kicked their legs a few times, and continued to ooze. He stopped moving in the pool of blood.

"Who are you? What's your name? Maybe I should pay you ten or more big Shaqs and continue to employ you." Karabis became interested in the strong man.

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