Chapter 26: Dividing the Territory (Part 2)
"Come out!" Pytheas endured the pain of a woman's dystocia before he and a few remaining soldiers were defeated. They rushed out of the street vowing to die. Almost all their armors were lost. "Quick, head towards the city gate. That way." Pythias supported the two wounded soldiers and ran towards the unclosed city gate like a bereaved dog.
"Look, it's our cavalry." The wounded soldier pointed excitedly to the bright side of the city gate. The noisy dust and cavalry shouted that his companions finally came to meet him.
With a shout, all the cavalry of Telureas rushed into the corridor of the city gate, swords flashing and heads rolling around.
Until his death, Pytheas did not realize why his fellow cavalrymen pointed their swords at them. But before he had time to ask, half of the sky was cut off, and the bodies rolled to the city gate. At the edge of the ditch, more and more corpses were piled on top of him. In this way, after just half a day, the three large groups of rebels led by Pytheas who entered the city were all surrounded and killed. .
The rebels in the other brigade also followed the "coach" to attack the city wall inexplicably, and then they were all within the killing range of Leo's shooters, unable to advance or retreat. If they attacked by force, they would be leaderless and could not even reach Teluleas. If they all "rebeled", they would be shot into hedgehogs by the towers and enemy archers; if they escaped, they would be caught up by Telureas' cavalry within ten Roman miles, and they would all be chopped down on both sides of the road.
So in front of the walls and city gates, all the surviving rebels prostrated themselves on the ground, accepted Leo's conditions, knelt down and surrendered for the second time.
Under the sun. Maximus's fleet was exactly what Leo said. Coming from the sea. After sailing into the port, the soldiers on the deck waved flags and shields, sending out signals to join the battle. Unfortunately, they were useless. The rebellion had been completely resolved - the remaining rebels sat hugging their knees in the south. Under the city walls, Trureas and his cavalry formed a large circle. Guards were around them.
There was a sound of trumpets, and Fabius came out of the city gate with fifty cavalry, saluting Trureas, "Your Excellency, deputy envoy, I need your written evidence. In addition, are there any survivors who can be questioned?" Providing a confession for this rebellion?”
After sunset, Sifax's hands and feet were shackled and hung from a tree trunk in the courtyard. Appear in front of Leo.
"JL, Julius family. This concept is too broad. What I want to ask you is who is the specific person who is the main messenger. If you can answer with honor, I guarantee that you will survive and live in peace. "Leo's tone was very gentle, and he placed the oath in front of Syphax.
"I am a veteran of Caesar, so any veteran can be named 'Julius'. Don't waste your efforts, you son of a foreign thief." Syfax yelled.
Then, Syfax's mouth was put with a bit. "This thing can prevent him from self-harm and suicide, because he is not willing to say anything yet, and his tongue must be left until the moment he is willing to speak." After that, Leo Not interested in hanging out with him anymore, he put on his cloak and left, "Watch him carefully and tell your father the news as soon as possible."
At this moment, in the Spanish city of Corduba, there were crowds of people, and fireworks were set off in various temples and markets to release signals. "The high priest will give a speech in the square in front of all the chiefs and city representatives." "
After sacrificing the cattle and sheep, Lepidus held his hands still stained with warm blood and internal organs. He turned around and looked at the thousands of town nobles under the steps, as well as his own generals and soldiers:
"Gentlemen, there are always two kinds of blood in the body of the Roman Republic. They coexist, that is, Romulus and Numa. Romulus was an enterprising Latium warrior. When he was in power, He wanted to continuously open up territories, kill enemies, plunder women and spoils, and bring glory and wealth to Rome; and Numa was a steady and gentle Sabine priest. During his reign, he worked tirelessly to formulate calendars, laws, and priestly rules to appease The eager blood of the Romans brought peace and law-abiding to their hearts, relaxed the tension in the entire society, and achieved long-term peace. But now, many people agree with Romulus's approach, but ignore King Numa's painstaking efforts. , and now the Republic is showing a certain terminally ill trend, which makes people in power like me feel really uneasy - the Romans have fallen, and their men and women can no longer regain the strength and simplicity of their ancestors, but will only drum up their strength in the summer. They must have the courage to brave the sunshine on Lake Luclin, board a colorful cruise ship, watch the falling light on the parasol, or sigh in the folds with flies stuck to the wind. If possible, they also hope to be like the Assyrian tyrant in the east. , using eunuchs as their own slaves and hiring Numidian herdsmen to ride horses to clear the way for them. What caused this situation? Is it because the Romans were so superior that they could enjoy entertainment and entertainment without doing anything. Rationing bread, wine and pepper, they completely forgot that hundreds of years ago, their ancestors would go through decades of hard battles and conquests to obtain a salt farm - but the Romans today dismiss these things as if they were taken for granted. , popping up automatically from the ground like wheat.
If a nation is too superior, destruction will be the main plot of its next drama. In fact, Caesar and I are both thinking about how to save this nation. Therefore, Caesar's acquisition of unlimited power is just the first step to start the transformation, but he failed at the first step. But what did Caesar leave me? Here is a brand new term, called "confederation equality". That's right, if the "republic" of the Roman Republic wants to survive forever, it should not be seven hills and thirty-five Tribus, nor should it be a vote of one hundred and ninety-three centurions. Its "republic" can only shine through the ages if it moves towards the vast world and empire.
Therefore, I am determined to allow more people, with more votes, to participate in this country, from Spain and Lusitania, that is, the entire Iberian Peninsula. Originally, these three provinces were set up, and now I have decided to divide it into eight administrative districts: Southern Lusitania, Northern Lusitania, Ossetani, Betnali, Sagantan, Corduba, Cadiz and Magala. Each administrative district is entrusted with the management of an envoy chief, who is promoted from Roman knights or local knights. The administrator has the right to directly recommend and manage local taxes and garrisons! And each administrative district is an independent voting base. From now on, for the election of key positions in the city of Rome, the Iberian region has expanded from the original "none" to "8" all of a sudden. "
As soon as these words came out, the whole venue was boiling. (To be continued...)