Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 267: Horrible disease

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From their mouths, the defending soldiers learned that Antiium had been captured by the Dionian army, and that Satnikum had become the only Roman town that was still resisting. This was in the hearts of the soldiers. Caused volatility.

Under such circumstances, Quintus made his own claim, hiding from Camilos, and ignoring the opposition of other generals, secretly leading 4,000 soldiers out of the city in the dark in an attempt to attack the Dionia camp, hoping to be able to Get a victory to boost morale.

As a result, not long after he left the city, he was discovered by a secret post arranged by the Mountain Reconnaissance Brigade on the periphery of the camp.

Daves quickly mobilized the army to encircle and suppress.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Quintus hurriedly ordered the retreat, and personally led the team to block the pursuit, and eventually died on the battlefield. Nearly half of his army was killed or wounded or captured. The failure of this attack was a morale for the Roman soldiers. It caused a great blow, and they began to shake what Camilos said, "...As long as we stick to it, our opportunity will come..." These words that they believed in before were shaken.

In September of the harvest, when the people of other city-states were rejoicing, the city of Sutnikum seemed lifeless. The sentinels at the head of the city rarely patrolled back and forth, and more often leaned against the city wall or leaned or sat. , Thinking about things blankly, and rarely even talking with teammates.

On the streets in the city, you can see filthy vomit and soldiers lying in twos and threes lying on the roadside. The wounded camp in the square is crowded with people. They ignore the pungent smell and dance in the sky. Mosquitoes and flies insist on seeing a doctor, and their heart-piercing coughing sounded almost all over the square...

In the bedroom of the city lord’s mansion, Camilos suddenly opened his eyes in a nightmare.

The confidant slave standing restless in front of the bed immediately yelled with joy: "My lord, you are awake!"

Camillos's neck was difficult to flow, he looked around, and said in a hoarse voice: "...water...water..."

The slave hurriedly picked up the already prepared pitcher, then raised his head with one hand and fed him water.

After Camelus drank some water, he felt better, and asked in a low voice: "...How long did I sleep this time?"

"Two...two days." The slave said with a slightly frustrated expression.

Camillos looked sad when he heard the words: he was sleeping longer and longer, and he seemed to feel that his organs were beginning to decay, which made him feel a sense of urgency.

"Outside...How's the situation outside?!" As soon as he spoke, he realized that he was confused. How could the slave know this, so he changed his words and said, "Where is Lucius?"

"Master Lucius is sick." The slave trembled.

Camillos was taken aback. At this moment, he paid more attention to Sutnikum than to his son, so he then asked: "Go and call... Titus."

Titus is temporarily in charge of commanding the army on his behalf, so he often reports to him the situation.

"Master Titus is also ill. He hasn't been here to see you for two days." The slave said eagerly, his face turned pale.

"Titus is also sick?!" Camillos was taken aback again. His decades of war career gave him a trace of alertness. He immediately asked: "And...who is sick?! "

"Master Licinius! Master Servius! I heard that there are a lot of soldiers! My lord, will this...will this..." The slave showed a look of panic on his face. There was fear in his eyes, but he never dared to spit out the word.

Camillos's face was terribly blue, and he said in a deep voice: "Immediately go and call the generals who are not sick...cough cough...all!"

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"Do you suspect it is the plague?!" Hearing the word spit out from Mejus's mouth, Camelus suddenly widened his muddy eyes, and his dry throat made the loudest volume since he was awake, even though it had been there before. A trace of doubt, still unwilling to believe this is true.

"My dictator..." Mejos, who was already on the battlefield, looked awkward at the moment. He said with a trembling voice: "...In my decades of military career...I have seen one Two plagues...and this time...this time is very similar to the previous...the same fever...headache...vomiting...diarrhea...the whole body is weak...and there are soldiers who have such symptoms..."

Camillos closed his eyes in pain, and the generals such as Mejius and Oulus did not speak any more, focusing their helpless eyes on the old man who had completely lost his ability to move.

After a long time, Camelus slowly opened his eyes and stared at the roof blankly. His face was full of sadness. He murmured, "Great Jupiter!...You are going to give up... Have you given up on Rome?!"

As soon as his words fell, all the generals in the room shed tears.

Camillos turned his head with difficulty, looking at the generals surrounding his bed, with a calm and terrible expression: "surrender to Dionia..."

The generals headed by Olus and Mejius were shocked upon hearing this, and subconsciously expressed their opposition: "My dictator, we must not surrender! We can continue to fight..."

Camillos sighed and said in a low voice: "While the plague has not spread throughout the city...surrender to Dionia... At least some people can be saved... this is I... Camillos as the Roman dictator... the last order..." After speaking, he closed his eyes, and two lines of muddy tears slowly flowed down the criss-cross ravines on his face.

There was silence in the house.

After a while, the generals walked out of the bedroom, thinking about their own affairs, and silently walked out of the city lord's mansion.

"Are we really going to obey the order of the dictator and surrender to Dionia?!" A general finally couldn't help but ask loudly.

"What else can we do if we don't surrender?! We are trapped in the city and have nowhere to escape. Eventually we will be infected with the plague, and the soul will not be peaceful after death!" Another general could not bear the pressure in his heart. Out of control, he raised his head, looked up at the sky, and loudly questioned the gods who usually worshipped piously: "Jupiter, are you not the patron saint of Rome! Rome is about to perish now, and where are you?!"

Others listened, and nobody tried to stop the blasphemous behavior of their colleagues, but their faces were even more sad.

At this time, Olus suddenly said: "The plague can infect our Roman soldiers, and of course it can also infect the Dionians! We can take the opportunity of surrender to make the Diorians also suffer from the plague, maybe This is a turning point for Rome!"

Mejius and others were startled, and their eyes lighted up: The main force of the Dionian army is under the city. If they are also infected with the plague, most of the soldiers will die, and they will still have the ability to control the newly conquered Latam. Area? !

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In the big tent of Camp Dionia, Daves was looking at a report that had just been sent from Campania, and soon a smile appeared on his face.

"Your Majesty, is Alexis sending the good news?" Hernipolis asked softly with some curiosity.

"Pentney's chieftain sent an emissary to Alexis, requesting a truce to negotiate a peace! And the Kautini people also sent an emissary to Zanteparis, expressing the same meaning." Daves He tapped his arm with the letter, his tone was brisk.

"There are no Karacheneys?" Henipolis asked.

"Among the four tribes of Samona, Karacheni is the most conservative and stubborn, but the strength is also the weakest. This time their loss is not small. They think they are hiding in the mountains. We can't help them. Huh, but Don’t forget, if there is no assistance from other tribes, the neighboring mountain races, such as the Masi and the Helniki...will be very willing to settle the old accounts with them." Daves smiled contemptuously: " At that time, the Karacheni people will come to us on their own initiative."

Speaking, he handed the battle report to Hernipolis, and then asked Croto Catacs next to him: "Crotto, what do you think should be handled specifically with Cavutini and Penteni? These two Samona tribes?"

Because Daves has already told about his preliminary defeats and plans for the four tribes of Samona last time, Croto Kataks has also thought carefully these days, so I will face Dave here. Si’s teaching, he said with some confidence: Father... The Samonais used to be our alliance, but they tore up the alliance, provoked war, and wantonly looted the people of the kingdom and allies... So this time we must Increase the punishment and control of the Samona race to prevent them from rebelling in the future!

My suggestion is that the chief leaders of Penteny and Kautini must go to Turri to receive severe punishment, and other tribal leaders must be punished accordingly, and each tribe must also take hostages.

Just like what you said before, the Pentini and Kautini tribes must become vassals of the kingdom. All the land we occupy in Kautini will belong to the kingdom, and Kautini will only keep it. The land north of the Voltuno River serves as a buffer between the kingdom and the mountain races such as Sidi Sini and Oronchi. The new chief of Kautini must be selected from the original Naconian tribe.

We are not occupying much land in Penteny, but Penteny must cede the mountains adjacent to the downy area so that we can build a city there...

Also, these two tribes shall not restrict the priests of the kingdom from building temples in the mountains, nor shall they restrict the trade between the people of the kingdom and the Samonaites..."

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Cloto spoke very comprehensively and considered very carefully!" Tolmid praised repeatedly.

Davers smiled and nodded: "It seems that after the last school exam, although you have been busy with me in Latham these days, you have been thinking about how to deal with the problems of the Sammonite tribe. In the suggestion, you have considered the problem completely from the perspective of the interests of the kingdom, and the plan given is more detailed, specific, operable, and very good!"