v8 Chapter 267： Terrible disease

From their mouths, the defending soldiers learned that Antiuum had been captured by the Dionysian army, and Saturnicum became the only Roman town that was still resisting, which caused waves in the hearts of the soldiers. .

It was under such circumstances that Quintus made his own claim and took advantage of Camilos, ignoring the opposition of other generals, secretly leading 4,000 soldiers out of the city in the dark, in an attempt to attack the Camp of Dionia, hoping to get a battle. Victory to boost morale.

As a result, it was not long before the city was discovered by the mountain Detective Brigade in the dark whistle outside the camp.

Davers quickly mobilized the army to carry out the siege.

Quintus saw the situation, hurriedly ordered to retreat, and personally led the team to block the chase, and eventually died in the battlefield, nearly half of the army was killed or wounded. The failure of this sneak attack caused a lot of morale for the Roman soldiers. The big blow, they began to say to Camilos "... As long as they persist, our turn will come..." The words they had believed before were shaken.

In the bumper harvest in September, when other city-states were delighted, the city of Satnikum was seemingly lifeless. The sentinels of the city rarely patrolled back and forth, relying more on the walls or sitting or sitting. Thinking about things, even rarely talking to teammates.

On the streets of the city, you can see the filthy filth and the soldiers lying on the roadside in the middle of the wounded battalion. They are crowded with people outside the wounded battalion in the square. They ignore the pungent smell and the flying mosquitoes. Desperate to find a doctor to see a doctor, the coughing sound of their heartbreaking lungs almost rang throughout the square...

In the bedroom of the city's main house, Camillas suddenly opened his eyes in a nightmare.

The uneasy confidant slave standing in front of the bed immediately shouted with joy: "Adult, you woke up!"

Camilles’s difficult flowing neck looked around and whispered in a hoarse voice: “...water...water...”

The slave hurriedly picked up the well-prepared jug, then raised his head in one hand and fed him water.

After drinking some water, Camilles got a little better and asked in a low voice: "...How long have I slept this time?"

"Two...two days." The slave looked a little frustrated.

Camillaus heard the news, his face was awkward: the time to sleep was getting longer and longer, and he seemed to feel that his organs began to become decay, which gave him a sense of urgency.

"External... What's the situation outside?!" When he just exported, he realized that he was confused. How could the slave know about this, and then changed his mouth and said: "Where is Lucius?"

"Lucius is sick." The slave trembled.

Camillas’s glimpse of his concern for the city of Satnikum was better than his concern for his son, so he went on to ask: “Go and call... Titus.”

Titus was responsible for commanding the army on his behalf, so he often reported to him.

"Titus is also ill, he has not come here to see you for two days." The slave said eagerly, his face had become pale.

"Titus is also ill?!" Camillaus is another glimpse. After decades of war, he has a sense of vigilance in his heart. He immediately asked: "And who is sick?!"

"Li Si Nius, the great man! Servius! I heard that there are still many soldiers! Adults, will this be...this will not..." The slave’s face was horrified and his eyes were visible. Fear, but never dared to spit out the word.

Camillaus’s face was terrible, and he said in a deep voice: “I’m going to go to the general who is not sick... cough... I’m calling it!”

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"Do you suspect that it is a plague?!" Hearing the word spit out from Meyurs' mouth, Camillaus suddenly had big, muddy eyes, and the dry throat gave the loudest volume since waking, even though there was already a suspicion. I still don't want to believe that this is true.

"The dictator is an adult..." Meijis, who has been a long-time battlefield, is very arrogant at this moment. He trembles and says: "...In my decades of military career... I have seen one or two plagues. ...and this time...this time is very similar to the previous one...the same is fever...headache...vomiting...diarrhea...the whole body is weak...and there are always soldiers who have such symptoms..."

Camillaus closed his eyes in pain, and the generals such as Meyers and Oulus did not speak any more, and they focused their helpless eyes on the old man who had completely lost his ability to act.

After a long time, Camilles slowly opened his eyes, staring at the roof, his face full of sorrow, he murmured: "Great Jupiter!... You are giving up... Abandoning Rome ?!"

His voice just fell, and all the generals in the house shed tears.

Camilles turned his head in difficulty, looked at the crowds surrounded by his bed, and looked calm and terrible: surrender to Olia...

The generals headed by Oulu and Mejos heard the shocks in their hearts, and the subconscious shouted loudly: "The dictator, we must not surrender! We can continue to fight..."

Camillaus sighed and said with a low voice: "The plague has not spread throughout the city... surrender to Diaonia... at least to save some people's lives... This is me... Camillos as the Roman dictator... the last command..." After he finished, he closed his eyes, and the two rows of turbid tears ran down the gully of the face.

The house was silent.

After a while, the generals walked out of the bedroom, thinking about their own thoughts, all the way out of the city house.

"Do we really have to obey the command of the dictator and surrender to Dionia?!" The general finally couldn't help but ask loudly.

"What can we do if we don't surrender?! We are trapped in the city and there is nowhere to escape. In the end, we will only get infected with the plague. After the death, the soul can't get peace!" Another general couldn't stand the pressure in his heart, and his emotions were out of control. Suddenly looked up and looked up at the sky, loudly questioning the gods who worshipped in peacetime: "Jupiter, you are not the protector of Rome! Now Rome is dying, and where are you?!"

Others listened, and no one actually stopped the behavior of the gods, but it was even more sorrowful.

At this time, Oulus suddenly said: "The plague can infect our Roman soldiers, of course, can also infect the Dionyrians! We can let the Diorians suffer from the plague by surrendering, perhaps this is Rome. a turn!"

Mejus and others glimpsed, and the eyes of the Dionysian army were all under the city. If they were also infected with the plague, most of the soldiers died. Do they still have the ability to control the Latin region that they just conquered? !

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In the big account of the Camp in Dionia, Davers was looking at a report that had just been sent from Campania, and soon his face showed a smile.

"Your Majesty, is Alexis sending good news?" Henipolis asked softly and curiously.

"The great leader of Pentene sent a messenger to Alexis, asking for a war and a fight! And the Kautini also sent a messenger to Zantitipis, expressing the same meaning." Daves took the letter lightly. Clapping his arms, the tone is brisk.

“No Karachini?” asked Henipolis.

"Samone's four tribes are the most conservative and stubborn, but the strength is also the weakest. This time their losses are not small. They think they are hiding in the mountains. We can't take them. Oh, don't forget. If there is no assistance from other tribes, other mountain races that are adjacent to them, such as the Masi, the Helsinki... will be willing to calculate the old accounts with them.” Dafos smiled contemptuously: “At that time The Karačeni people will come to us on their own initiative."

Said, he handed the battle report to Henipolis, and then asked the Croto Kataks next to him: "Kruto, how do you think about how to deal with Kautini and Pentney? Samonai tribe?"

Since the last time Daves had already described his initial disposition and planning of the four tribes of Samona, these days Croto Kataks also had careful thoughts, so I faced the test of Davers. Teach, he said with some confidence: Father... The Samonets used to be our allies But they tore up the covenant, provoke war, and arbitrarily plunder the kingdom and the people of the allies... so this time We must increase the punishment and control of the Samonna race to prevent them from rebelling again in the future!

My suggestion is that the great heads of Puntini and Kautini must go to Turui to be severely punished, and other tribal leaders must be punished accordingly, and the tribes must be hostage.

As the father said before, the Pentini and Kautini tribes must be completely vassals of the kingdom. The land of Kautini that we now possess will be owned by the kingdom. Kautini only retains Walto. The land north of the Nobel River, as a buffer between the kingdom and the mountainous races such as West Dini and Olinc, the new great leader of Kautini must be selected from the original Nakonian tribe.

The land of Pentene that we are now occupying is not much, but Pentene must cede the mountains adjacent to the Duni area, so that we can build the city there...

Moreover, these two tribes must not restrict the priests of the kingdom from establishing temples in the mountains, nor restricting the trade between the kingdoms and the Samoun people..."

"Your Majesty, His Highness Kloto is very comprehensive, and the consideration is very detailed!" Tormide praised.

Davers smiled and nodded: "It seems that after the last exam, these days, although you followed me in Latin, I have been thinking about how to deal with the Samona tribe. In this proposal, you I have already considered the issue from the perspective of the interests of the kingdom. The proposed scheme is more detailed, specific, and maneuverable, very good!"