Augustus Road

Not long after, Lepidus once again issued a consul's edict on behalf of Caesar, and the Masselians moved in groups far inland from the coast, that is, selected parts from the old settlements of the Albisci for them to build a new city, a Far away from the coast, there is no fleet of glorious ships in the past, nor is it a city-state that is no longer qualified to be called "Masselia". . . But the original Masseria were also satisfied. After all, they survived, retained their autonomy and priesthood, and were allowed to move the gods of Immortality and Hercules to the new city, and then out of gratitude , their newly established Presbyterian Church of 300 people unanimously named the new city "Merisue". The reason is probably unknown to outsiders.

As for the old site of the city, Caesar generously gave it to the Ligurian city-state. However, in addition to sending troops to garrison on the site of the old city, the city-state's main municipalities, immigrants and fortresses were built around the port of Ar, probably to This place serves as the core to build a new Masseria city.

In short, the old one, like the dead little Cato, has become a ghost in the hearts of all parties. They never mention it, and they only want it to turn into the mist in the waves of history and dissipate!

But the bloodstains of Cato the Younger's death are still expanding, slowly like cracks in the foundation stone of the Republic, causing the pillars and gables above to begin to shake violently. I feel that in the whirlpool of the war between Caesar and Pompey, what will eventually be dragged in and swallowed up is the entire country and order. At the port of Ephesus, Cicero, who had a scar on his nose, slowly placed the funeral notice on the stone platform, and then groaned. Holding his head in pain. Pulling hair. Crouching in front of the seaside road in front of the setting sun, next to him were Brutus, Apis and others who were completely stunned.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Cicero still had to say, "The death of Cato the Younger brought me not anger, but boundless hesitation and hesitation." Seeing that no one responded, this man was dismissed as soon as he took office. The Governor of Silesia, whose Eubotian army raided all the territory, continued talking to himself. "I once commented that even though my friendship with Cato Jr. is no longer, he has always asked for nothing from the Republic, and the Republic cannot do without him. Now that Cato Jr. died tragically in the fight, this shows that the Republic is finished and lost. Without the flag and the soul, the dark iron age of survival and profit replacing faith is still coming. I am not suitable to fight in this era, not suitable." As he said this, Cicero himself trembled. Then he stood up and shook his head. His expression was full of despair, as if the whole world had collapsed. Before Brutus could say anything, he continued to speak excitedly:

"I originally went to Silesia, thinking that my job was just to talk about books with the scholars of Asia Minor. The financial work was taken care of by my personal servant Tai Luo. I only needed to recruit some centurions and soldiers to guard the fortress and streets and fight against some bandits. Just go with the mob. But why am I so unlucky? What awaits me are countless armored war horses of the Eastern barbarians, emerging in groups from the wilderness to the north, like a black plague, filled with fires, robberies, Killing, how can I defend the city of Tarsus? I have no experience, and the barbarian kingdom is not willing to litigate with me!" Such nonsense angered Brutus, and he grabbed Cicero's clothes. Ju, asking him to calm down with great emotion, "If you still have any respect for my dead uncle, don't say depressing words here. Everyone is working hard to recruit people to Italy to restore the republic and realize the realization of my uncle's death." The team of followers of the last wish. The living should work harder for the dead. This is not what others say, but what my weak wife says. She is gritting her teeth now and suffering the pain of losing her father, but He also encouraged me to be strong in his letters. "..."Don't talk about being strong, don't talk about ideals! Ah, these cheap words are psychedelic poisons for people to deceive themselves and others!" Cicero shouted, as if he was completely gone! Like in his mind, "You gave up your life to take it, but what it will always bring you is illusion and death. I am just an old man. I only ask to write books under the shade of the trees and stay away from these meaningless battles. Is it possible?" Is there anything I can criticize? Enough, I don’t want to die in a foreign country, so I can tell everyone on the spot that I want to go back, to my villa in Paladin Hill, to my wife, and let a person without ambition "You old man with integrity, just die doing nothing in the gentle countryside, or be a witness to record this turbulent era, because that's what I'm good at."

"Are you still the Cicero who wrote dignified articles and upright people? You once said that the republic is the most beautiful system in ancient and modern times. It greatly surpasses the city-state democracy of the mob and avoids the dictatorship of oligarchs. This is the influence I can still recite the articles of my entire youth, but I am so disappointed to see you now, Cicero, as limp as a weevil, "Brutus! Seizing Cicero by the collar, he cried out in anger and pain.

"That's just my article. Only fools equate articles with people." Cicero also pushed him away and retorted, "Don't you feel that an oyster is so delicious when you eat it that you chew the shell together? ? Then I ask you now, the person who commanded the siege of Masseria and caused your uncle to commit suicide and die for his country was your best friend Lepidus. If his sword was on your neck, how would you remain calm? "

Brutus took a long breath, let go of the other party, and then stumbled back and forth on the seaside path for two steps, then stood in front of the rolling ocean and cut his thumb with a dagger, "I swear in front of the goddess of vengeance, from now on in my eyes, Marcus Brutus, there will only be hatred of position, but no personal friendship. My biggest enemies are Julius Caesar, Aemilius Lepidus, and Anubis Decimus. If I can't kill these three enemies with my own hands, I will be living in vain! "

After hearing this, Cicero laughed like crazy. Like a vicious court lawyer, he directly questioned the other party, "If you want revenge now, who else can you rely on, except Gnaeus Pompey, and then-he is your father's murderer. Didn't you swear like today ten years ago, but the target of revenge is Pompey? My child. "Then, before Brutus could say anything, he shed tears again, nodded to Brutus twice, staggered away slowly.

At this moment, Brutus threw the dagger on the ground with a clang, knelt in the sea water, covered his face and cried, or Cassius walked over, slowly helped him up, and then the two hugged each other, "Why force others and yourself? In this world, the way to fight is often not the same. "Cassius said to the other party softly to comfort him.