Roman Slave Owner

"Yes, that's what he said."

Liberias said.

"Hmph, what kind of famous general is he? He deserves to be compared with my uncle."

At this time, a young man said with a cold snort.

"who is he?"

Sedori asked coldly.

"Publius Sulla, nephew of General Sulla."

Liberias said.

Sai Duoliu snorted coldly, Sura was really ruthless, even sent her own relatives, it seems that the sincerity of the negotiations is very high.

"By the way, didn't he send a sword to the consul of Scipio?"

Sertorius asked.

"No."

Liberias said.

Sedorius couldn't help but ponder. Scipio is a descendant of the God of War family and is proficient in military affairs. Li Wei gave him a sword but not Scipio. What does this mean?

Is it to sow discord?

Sertorius didn't know how much he would achieve in the future, at least for now he thought he was inferior to Scipio.

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure it out, so he could only give up the question.

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After the hostages arrived at the barracks, Scipio did not meet them immediately, but delayed for a few days on the grounds of busy work.

Lebiris and the others were not in a hurry, but they kept in touch with the soldiers, offering them good food and drinks from time to time, and giving them something from time to time, which made the soldiers feel good about them.

They are all soldiers, why is there such a big gap between soldiers and soldiers?

What others eat is sweet bread made of white sugar, while what I eat is tasteless coarse bread.

Others drank good wine and made a lot of money, but they themselves drank poor-quality wine. Not only did they not make any money, they might even become captives and even lose their Roman citizenship.

In fact their lies are easy to expose, but the book "The Crowd" tells us. The more people there are, the lower their IQ is. A lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth. This is the truth. When the news spread more and more, people believed it.

The morale of the Roman soldiers in the barracks was even lower, and there were even some aggrieved ones.

In fact, the senior officials in the barracks had already discovered this situation, and they had no choice but to reprimand them. Because the matter has already spread, no one can stop it.

In the early morning, when Catiline was dealing with official business, a soldier walked in.

"My lord, the hostage sent by Su La brought you a gift, saying that it was given to you by General Su La."

"Is it just for me?"

Catiline frowned and asked.

"No, it is said that many people have given it away."

"That's good, let them in."

Catiline thought for a while and said.

Not long after, some soldiers came in carrying some boxes, and a centurion said with a smile, "Lieutenant General Catiline, this is a gift from Sulla. I hope you can laugh."

"Demetrius, is that you?"

Catiline said in surprise.

He glanced warily at the soldiers around him, but luckily they were all his cronies.

He made the soldiers retreat, except Demetrius.

"How did you come?"

Catiline asked.

"Let me come and see you? See if you are the Catiline I know? The proud nobleman Catiline actually worked for the populace. When I first heard about it, I thought my ears had heard it wrong."

Demetrius sat down on a chair without any politeness and said.

Catiline snorted coldly. In fact, he was born in a down-and-out aristocrat, but the more down-and-out he is, the more he values ​​his status as a nobility. He has always been dismissive of the populace.

"Who gave you the guts for a slave to be so presumptuous in front of a nobleman?"

Catiline slapped the table hard and said.

"Let's not talk about this, let me tell you the truth, this place is about to end, if you don't want to die, you'd better turn to General Su La, so that you can save your life."

Demetrius said without fear.

"Don't talk big here, Scipio has six legions, and it is as difficult as heaven to break through here."

Catiline said with a sneer.

"I'm not kidding, Li Wei invented a powerful trebuchet, which can throw 450 Roman pounds of stones at 200 Roman steps, which is very scary. Not to mention the military camp, even Rome can't stop this trebuchet. "

said Demetrius.

"Impossible, 450 pounds of rocks thrown at 200 paces? Don't lie to me here."

Catiline would not believe such nonsense.

"I'm very serious! This thing is top secret, and I risked my life to tell you. If the peace talks fail, General Sulla will order to attack your barracks, and no one will be able to save you at that time."

Demetrius said with a serious face.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No kidding!"

Catiline was silent. Although Demetrius was a slave, he was very capable and good at making money. He was in charge of Pompey's property.

It was precisely because Catiline was a poor nobleman that he knew the value of money. He once proposed to buy Demidrius, but Pompey rejected him.

And he knew that Demetrius was a man of great credibility and never lied, which was his golden signature.

Is what he said true?

"Now General Sulla holds 14 legions, nearly 10,000 cavalry, and is invincible. He has occupied the entire central Italy and is not far from Rome. Who else do you think can stop General Sulla? You? Or Scipio ? Or that Sertorius who accepted the sword from Li Wei?"

Speaking of this, Demetrius laughed a few times, as if he felt that comparing Sertorius with Sulla and Pompey was an insult to them.

"Your morale is low, and the soldiers have no fighting spirit. Many people in Rome are thinking about peace talks. How can you block the advance of General Sulla? Or you still want to work for those civilians!"

Demetrius said contemptuously.

"enough!"

Catiline said with a cold face.

"Master Su La said that as long as you are willing to rely on him, all your debts will be forgiven, and you can be appointed governor of a province. What do you think?"

said Demetrius.

Hearing this, Catiline was greatly moved.

It is not easy to be an official. He has to borrow money to please the people. He has already been heavily in debt, and he is almost overwhelmed by these debts.

If you can become the governor of a province, you can make a lot of money.

"Which province?"

"It's not decided yet, it depends on your performance."

said Demetrius.

"Okay, I promise."

Catiline said.

"So refreshing?"

Demetrius was surprised.

"Hmph, I won't give my life to those civilians? I won't even die!"

Catiline said viciously.

Demetrius sighed lightly, prejudice, deep-rooted class prejudice.

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Not long after the hostages arrived, they spread the news everywhere, saying that Sulla had created a terrifying catapult, and it was impossible for the barracks to block the attack of this catapult. Although many people don't believe it, the morale of the army is still floating.

As a famous general, Sertorius grasped this restlessness, and he knew that he could not go on like this. Although Scipio's policy of peace talks seems to be good, but the peace talks may come true at any time, which is not in his interest.