Roman Slave Owner

They know how the peerless Hannibal defeated one Roman legion after another, killed one consul after another, and how Hannibal slaughtered and captured more than 50,000 Roman soldiers and 20,000 allies in one battle. military.

He wreaked havoc on the territory of Italy, and the Roman people were displaced, but the great dictator of Rome, Quintus Fabius, led four legions, but only dared to follow behind him, and did not dare to fight him at all. This Quintus S. Fabius was jokingly called a procrastinator, and was ridiculed unanimously by Rome from the senators to the people.

But after the Battle of Cannae, the great dictator was re-elected as the great dictator.

Because the Roman people discovered that only delaying tactics are the most correct tactics, Quintus Fabius changed from a procrastinator to a shield of Italy, and then became a Roman hero, and was worshiped by the people of the whole country.

At that time, Hannibal was a devil in their eyes, and the whole country reached a consensus that the Romans could hardly defeat Hannibal on the frontal battlefield.

But the Battle of Zama changed all that. Scipio was born, and finally defeated the devil head-on in Zama, North Africa.

Like the great savior of Rome, he ended this epic war and re-established the confidence of the Roman people.

In the eyes of many people, Scipio is their god of war Mars.

But now this descendant of Scipio is about to surrender, and he surrendered without a fight. I don't know how many myths in his heart have been shattered.

Su La flushed with excitement, the Scipio family was about to surrender to him, this kind of honor was even more glorious than defeating the King of Pontus.

"No...problem, I promise."

Sura's voice trembled a little.

"Okay, I surrender on behalf of the entire army, and I hope you will treat them well."

Scipio said blankly.

Those soldiers finally couldn't bear it anymore, and there was an uproar everywhere, even military discipline couldn't restrain their restlessness.

Why did he surrender?

"Please rest assured, I will treat them kindly."

Sura laughed and said.

Both Metellus and Pompey looked at Scipio in disbelief. This is really unbelievable. Scipio actually surrendered?

Scipio silently turned around and took a deep look at Nashika.

Nashika had already burst into tears in pain, and he vowed to remember everything today, and he would avenge everything.

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"Old friend, do you really want to go?"

Metellus said reluctantly.

Five days had passed, and most of Scipio's men had defected to Sulla.

There were also some scattered and scattered, and Sura did not stop these people.

As for Scipio Sula, he always treated each other with courtesy, but Scipio didn't want to stay here for a day, and finally got Sula's permission to leave here today.

"Yeah, stay here to make you laugh?"

Scipio laughed at himself, "Now I'm afraid I'm the object of everyone's ridicule."

"What are your plans for the future?"

Metellus asked.

"Back to Rome to study philosophy and history. Recently, I am very interested in Greek philosophy and history. If possible, I decided to write a "History of the Punic Wars."

Scipio said.

"Really, if you finish writing it, you must give me a copy."

Metellus said with great interest that this was written by the descendants of Scipio himself, and there must be many inside stories that others do not know.

"Of course, your share must be indispensable."

Scipio laughed and said.

"By the way, there is one more thing I want to ask you."

A trace of hesitation appeared on Scipio's face.

"Just talk about anything."

"If anything happens to me,

I hope you can help me take care of Nashika and them. "

Scipio said.

"Why did you have an accident? Didn't General Su La guarantee your safety?"

Metellus said.

"The war is in turmoil now, and there are some things who can tell clearly."

Scipio said with a sigh.

"No problem. If we lose, I hope you will take care of Appius and Nepos."

Metellus said that it was his sons whom he spoke of, Appius and Napos.

"Okay, when the time comes, I will adopt them as adopted sons."

Scipio laughed and said.

The two made a gentleman's agreement very tacitly. Although they were in two camps, this did not prevent them from safeguarding each other's interests.

In fact, if it hadn't been for the butcher Mario, they would not have come to this point at all, but would only be good friends.

Scipio left here with a few slaves, and Metellus reluctantly said goodbye, but there is no feast that lasts forever, so they had to break up in the end.

But what Scipio didn't know was that his every move was being watched.

"Don't ask, don't tell, it's best to plug your ears. When the time comes to kill someone, you will naturally be freed, and you will even be given a travel fee to let you go home. Knowing too much, even I can't protect you. The forces I represent are definitely something you can't afford to mess with. Don't even try to escape, even if you escape from Rome, we can kill you. And this place has been blocked, you better be honest."

In a small forest, a masked cavalry spoke to a dozen other masked cavalry in fluent Persian.

Those cavalrymen all had iron collars around their necks, which represented their status as slaves.

Even if they escape, they can be easily chased back.

"We knew we would do anything if we were given the freedom."

One of the masked men said in Persian that they were all Parthian (Parthia) cavalry, and they were sold to Rome as gladiators due to their defeat.

Unexpectedly, their master sold them to a stranger, and the stranger gave them a mission to kill a person, and as long as they killed him, they would be free.

These slaves had no choice at all, and finally agreed.

The pain of being a slave gladiator is definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary people. You may die at any time. It is better to give it a shot, and you may be free.

"It's good for you to understand. Now you are divided into two parts. One part goes to the front to ambush, and the other part rests here. Pay attention to maintaining your horsepower."

The masked man said.

The Parthian slaves glanced at each other and finally obeyed his order.

Some left here on horses, and some stood by.

Not long after, Scipio and several of his slaves appeared in sight.

The masked man's eyes flashed brightly, "It's them, see the man on the white horse? It's him, as long as you give me his head, you will be free."

"We get it."

Those Parthian slaves said one after another.

When Scipio and his slave were nearer, they mounted their horses and pursued them with bows and arrows.

"Who are you?"

A slave quickly discovered the Parthian slave rushing out of the woods, and couldn't help but be shocked.