Chapter 19: Prisoners of War Form an Army (Part 2)
In the wind and waves, under the protection of Maximus, Caesar approached Kalaris in a rather embarrassed manner. A lot of oil and water seeped out of his bald head under the scorching sun, so the dictator wiped it back and forth with a handkerchief while grunting with dissatisfaction. It is said that the little Pompey brothers and Rabinus in the Balearic Islands did not lie down. Could they consider forming a large-scale legion and fleet to conquer the other party?
"Without Your Majesty Caesar, this scabies problem can be completely quelled by me, Brutus and the provincial army of General Telureas." Casio, who was beside Caesar, took the opportunity to say.
Caesar walked into the lobby of the city hall, sat down a little tiredly, and then said to the two people who were following closely behind him, "How about I give you the number of the first legion? Spain in Teluleas has The numbers of the second and fourth legions are striving to form an army by the end of the year. I hope to see you four legions destroy the remnants of Pompey and triumphantly return to Rome before the Wolf Festival next year.”
Immediately, Caesar folded his handkerchief, suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Casillo and Brutus, and said: "Lusitania is a very remote and poor province. I was a financial officer in Spain, and I also served here. Governor of the province, I am informed - Casio, if you bear the expenses of two legions, is it possible to trigger a popular uprising?" Most importantly, Caesar pondered for a moment. Then he said to Brutus in a very soft tone, "My child, maybe I have never been your tyrant in terms of ideas. As everyone knows, I have never shied away from it. Your mother and you are the people I love most. From me After my daughter's death, I plan to recall you and Casio to Rome after your term as financial officer ends next year, because this position is now expanded and there is a shortage of suitable manpower. But in terms of love, I miss you. Make an oath, and that is the sword and weapon I give you. Will you give it to me one day?"
Hearing these straightforward words, the sweat on the forehead of Cassius next to him was about to flow. Originally, Caesar had always been vague about Brutus, but this time the issue has risen to the oath, and Brutus is an extremely upright person. Man, will he pour out his true thoughts? Just when Casio was about to open his mouth to sneer him, Caesar's sharp gaze suddenly locked on him, which made his lips and tongue feel like they had been stung by a wasp, and he could no longer utter a single word. Kaxiyo looked at his friend's move and felt relieved. Still, there was greater sadness and uneasiness.
Caesar also shed tears, stepped forward and hugged Brutus and said, "Let God hate Julius! I hope that the oath Brutus swore today will never be presented as a sacrifice, never!"
In the alley outside the city hall, Casio and Brutus walked to a secluded corner and had a heated argument. Casio was worried about whether his friend would be afraid of the oath he had just made, "Afraid that one day... When I really need you to pierce Caesar's chest with your sword, will you hesitate because of today's oath, and then ask me to bear the consequences of killing the tyrant alone? "...
Brutus pushed Cassius away and shouted angrily, "My mentality when I swore just now is the same as my mentality when I kill him in the future. There is no room for wavering."
"No, you have been shaken. You think of family and friendship, and of killing Caesar. The saddest thing is your mother! You are once again confused by Caesar's rhetoric and false tears. All he does is to want Imitate Sulla, but his ambition is greater than Sulla, don't hesitate Brutus, don't hesitate!" Casio looked at his friend who turned away and chased after him with a heavy breath.
In the Balearic Islands, the rescued prisoners of war cheered and sailed into the harbor. Then they jumped off the shoal one after another and came up to embrace their former comrades. They knew that if they were taken to Rome, they would be deported because of their status as foreigners. They will inevitably participate in hard labor first, and then duel with each other in the Colosseum, bleeding out and dying miserably.
"There is no time to sigh!" One-eyed General Lelias stood on the general altar and yelled at everyone, "Even if you join, our army's strength is only about 5,000 people, so you and I are both Fire cannot be sacrificed easily. Tactical training must be strengthened. From now on, you are both infantry and cavalry. You must be proficient in swordsmanship, wrestling, formation, throwing and equestrian skills. I will personally take on the role of a centurion and train you!"
Later, Rouse also came to the rostrum. In the name of his eldest son who died in Pompeii, he asked his subordinates to swear allegiance to his late father and his brothers, and promised that all current armies and sailors would be granted citizenship rights after the victory and enjoy The salary and land for retirement resettlement are equal to those of the regular army.
So all the soldiers built simple shacks on the sand. They made the most of everything in this small space: the shooting range, the equestrian arena, the boxing ring, as well as the oiling room and bathing room. With their bare feet covered in sand, they were practicing skirmishing tactics with each other. The cavalrymen wrapped their reins around the roof beams and went up and down for saddle training, requiring everyone to be able to fly on any terrain and under any circumstances. Mount your horse and fight with your weapons.
The generals also divided their duties: Laius was in charge of formation training, Laelias was in charge of tactical training, Marcius was in charge of equipment, while Sextus and Libo were in charge of the fleet, and Labienus was in charge of intelligence and strategy work.
"Caesar and Lepidus each have several legions, but do you know? Their tactical styles are different." In the fortress where the command room is located, Labienus raised this topic to everyone. Sextus and Laus were a little confused. After all, the time they fought with Lepidus was relatively individual and brief, and they were still a little confused about the difference between the two.