Roman Slave Owner

"Is everyone ready?"

Spartacus sat in his seat and said.

"Ready."

Everyone said one after another.

Pointing to the map on the table, Spartacus said: "According to the information we obtained from the captives, the enemy's military camp is here, 13 Roman miles away from us. I will personally lead the team to carry out a sneak attack on their camp tonight. .”

"New defeat in the war, it's not appropriate to sneak attack now."

Ixion said.

"No, this is our last chance to win. Once we give up the sneak attack, the enemy will besiege us tomorrow. They will surround Regium with ditches and earthen walls, and we will be trapped here to death by them. .”

Spartacus said.

"Since we can think of this, can the enemy also think of it?"

Ixion said.

Spartacus was silent for a while, and then said: "You are very reasonable, but we have no choice."

Everyone thought about it for a while and it was true. If you don't fight, you will definitely die, but if you fight, you may find a way to survive.

Seeing that Spartacus had made up his mind, Ixion no longer stopped him.

At this time, he was very lucky, fortunately, he was Li Wei's man.

Originally, he was hesitant about whether to join Li Wei again. In the rebel army, he held a high position and authority, holding a legion in his hand, and he was one of the giants of the rebel army.

But what can he do after returning to the intelligence team? At most, it's just a small boss, how can it be prestige here.

However, he intends to remain silent and not to inform Li Wei of this news, after all, they did not ask him to do so.

Maybe Spartacus can win another game.

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In the Roman barracks, Castus was dragged by two soldiers like a dead dog, followed by several soldiers and a Roman officer, who was the one who captured him.

Castus let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, and a lot of sweat poured out of Castus, causing his face to contort in pain.

The soldiers dragged his injured leg on the ground as if on purpose.

Instead of arousing sympathy, his screams aroused constant ridicule from the Roman soldiers.

"Let you rebel against us Romans, regret it now."

"Send 600 Roman soldiers to gladiatorial death and we'll crucify you, Pig Gong."

"..."

At this moment, Castus was extremely angry, but he was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak.

In the end, he was brought to a tent in the middle of the camp. From time to time, laughter could be heard from inside the tent. Several unusually young soldiers were guarding the outside of this tent. They were Li Wei's guards.

"Please inform everyone that Castus has brought it."

said the Roman officer.

A guard nodded and walked out quickly.

"The general will let you in."

Two Roman soldiers dragged Castus towards the camp, and then threw him to the ground, causing him to let out a miserable howl. At this time, the camp gradually became quiet.

Castus looked up and saw that the tent was huge. A handsome young man was sitting in front of him, looking at him with a smile on his face. It was Li Wei.

Some generals sat on both sides, and the table in front of them was filled with all kinds of delicacies, but there was no fine wine.

He knew many of these generals, because they all came from Capua and had seen their own gladiator performances.

"That's right, it's Castus."

Geta said, "Haha, boy, you have done a great job."

Hearing this, the Roman officer laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. This is a great achievement.

"What should we do with him?"

someone asked.

"If you ask me to crucify him directly, he will give the slaves in the city a blow. If they leave the city and surrender, they will end up like this."

Belieus said disdainfully.

Everyone nodded after hearing this, crucifying the slave rebels was a routine operation of the Romans,

This is what Crassus did in history.

Castus felt extremely terrified. He glanced at Li Wei and found that Li Wei hadn't spoken, but was thinking about something.

"Forget it, send someone to transport him and the captured slaves to Rome, and hand them over to the Senate and the Roman people for disposal."

Levi said.

Hearing this, everyone felt extremely frustrated, and crucified the enemy so as to demonstrate their military exploits, but Li Wei seemed not interested in this at all, and always sent all the captured slaves to Rome.

So what about sending it to Rome? Did they let these slaves go?

Someone persuaded a few words, but Li Wei did not agree.

In the end, Li Wei ordered someone to take Castus down, and it was enough to confirm that he was Castus.

The atmosphere in the camp became active again, and all the generals boasted about their achievements.

At this time, Geta said: "Patriarch, I think the enemy is likely to launch a night attack tonight."

"Why?"

Levi asked.

"Because we will dig trenches around Regium tomorrow to completely surround Regium. If Spartacus does not want to lose, he can only launch a night attack tonight."

Gaita said.

"That makes sense."

Belieus thought for a while and said.

They were too busy celebrating the victory, but they forgot this point. If the enemy's night attack was successful, the previous victories would likely be wiped out.

Everyone also nodded, thinking that what he said was reasonable.

This is indeed the last chance for Spartacus to stand up, otherwise they will be trapped to death by light sleep.

"You are right, we should indeed prevent the enemy from attacking at night."

Levi said.

He had already thought of this point, and was just thinking about how to make the situation controllable, at least not to knock down Regium in one breath.

This made Li Wei very headache. It was difficult to win a battle, and it was even more difficult to win the war under his own control.

"We should set up an ambush in the big camp, and arrange fewer scouts outside the big camp, so as not to scare the snake."

Gaita said.

Everyone frantically flattered the old boss, thinking that he was so wise and powerful.

It's just that Li Wei has a headache, how can he continue playing like this.

"All right then."

Li Wei said helplessly.

He kept praying for Spartacus, I hope he can escape this disaster.

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In the middle of the night, a round of bright moon hangs in the sky, covering the dark earth with a layer of silver gauze.

The huge Roman military camp was like a monster, crouching quietly under the moonlight. Spartacus and Curius had already sneaked here with some elites. They did not immediately lead the soldiers to attack at night. .

The Roman army would send a small number of cavalry into the field for early warning at night. Blindly leading large troops to carry out night raids is definitely courting death.

Those cavalry must be cleared before they can carry out night attacks. Although they have already cleared many cavalry, they cannot guarantee that all enemies on the route will be cleared.

Torches were lit on the earthen walls of the barracks, but there were very few soldiers patrolling, which boosted Spartacus' confidence a lot. The enemy should have been drunk.

"How long is the shift?"

Curius asked.

"Soon."

Spartacus glanced at the sky and said.

At this time, the gate of the camp opened wide, and a cavalryman rushed out with a torch. These were the cavalrymen who were changing shifts.

They galloped in every direction along the road, ready to replace the cavalry who were out.

A cavalry rushed over here, because just behind Spartacus lay the body of an Arab cavalry.

"Their numbers seem to be a little small?"

Spartacus said that this was out of proportion to the enemy cavalry.

"It must have been careless after the enemy won."

Curius thought for a while and said.

Spartacus pondered for a while, and finally nodded. This is probably the only explanation.

Then everyone remained silent as the Arab cavalry drew closer.

At this moment, the Arab cavalry heard a sound of horseshoes.

He looked into the distance, and vaguely saw a cavalryman running towards the distance on a war horse.

He started yelling, what are you running? How to run farther and farther.

So he rode forward and rushed forward, but because of the darkness, his speed was not fast.

However, he didn't know that he was approaching the god of death in the shadows.

In the darkness, Spartacus suddenly jumped up and threw the Arab off his horse.

The man let out an exclamation, but the sound soon disappeared.

His throat had been cut open, and a large amount of blood flowed out continuously. He looked at Spartacus in horror, and finally lost his life gradually.

"You go back and bring people over, I'll intercept the cavalry they come back, be careful on the road."

Spartacus said.

"Okay, take care."

Curius said.

So he rode on the war horse and returned to Regium with the cavalry who rushed over.

Spartacus let some people stay here, and he led some people to the road to ambush.

In fact, he guessed right, and soon there were cavalrymen running wildly along the road, wanting to report back to the Roman barracks.

Spartacus's men immediately pulled up the tripping rope, stopped all the cavalrymen, and then ended their lives.

More than three hours later, Curius returned with four legions of troops, which was the last strength of the rebel army.

Spartacus lurked towards the Roman camp with some elites. They crossed the trench and carefully pulled out the spikes in the trench.

Then he set up a human ladder and quietly climbed towards the earthen wall.

Luckily there weren't many soldiers patrolling, which made everything go very smoothly.

After occupying the walled city, the people behind carried up ladders, and more people continued to climb up the earth wall through the ladders.

Spartacus and the others jumped into the camp along a rope, and then quietly approached the camp gate.

From a distance, they found some bearded soldiers drinking and eating meat at the gate of the camp. Why are they Arabs?

There are so many Arabs they met today.

Spartacus gave them a wink, and the soldiers understood and walked over to the Arabs openly.

"Who are you?"

said one of the Roman officers.

Spartacus and the others wore Roman armor, so he thought they were his own.

"We're the ones changing the shift."

Spartacus said.

"Is it time for a shift change?"

The Roman officer said doubtfully.

He didn't notice that Spartacus was getting closer and closer to them.

Suddenly they jumped up and attacked them.

A dagger cut their throats, and the remaining Arabs were shocked.

"%￥#—*"

They shouted inexplicable words, and then took up arms to resist their attacks.

Spartacus led all the real masters, coupled with a steady stream of soldiers pouring out from behind, they quickly occupied the gate of the camp.

Amidst the crackling sound, the gate of the camp opened wide, and a large number of slave rebels rushed in from the outside.

The camp was still very quiet, as if they didn't know the enemy was coming.

Spartacus was so excited that he won! About to win!

The rebels rushed into the camps one by one, and what shocked them was that Roman soldiers had been waiting for a long time, as if they had known that they were going to attack at night, they started fighting with the slave rebels.

There was a sudden sound of killing in the entire camp, and a large number of Roman soldiers swarmed out of the camp, and killed the insurgents.

"What's going on? How did they do this?"

Spartacus said with a look of shock.

"We fell for it, the enemy was already prepared."

Curius looked panicked.

He has brought the last property of the slave rebel army. If they are folded here, they will be completely finished.

"The general has an order to capture Spartacus alive and reward him with 1 million dinars."

Many people suddenly shouted loudly.

"Catch Spartacus alive! A reward of 1 million dinars!"

"Catch Spartacus alive! A reward of 1 million dinars!"

"..."

The Roman soldiers shouted excitedly.

The torches were lit one by one, illuminating the camp as bright as day.

Outside the camp gate, some slave rebels even found fire dragons coming out of other camp gates, planning to encircle them.

"This is a trap! Let's retreat!"

Kurius said anxiously.

"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw! I'll cut off the queen for you!"

Spartacus said that the slave rebels fled back in panic.

Spartacus led people to stop the pursuing Roman army.

"Spartacus! You're crazy!"

Curius growled angrily.

"This is my responsibility! Only my death can atone for the dead brothers. You go back and help me take care of Sarah, and take her out."

Spartacus said.

"Enough! Without you, we would have been defeated by the Roman army long ago. How can we survive today? Come back with me!"

Curius said.

"I won't go!"

"If you don't leave, I won't leave either!"

"..."

Seeing Curius with a determined face, Spartacus was very moved, and finally decided to fight back with him.

It was night, and there was chaotic hacking and killing everywhere. The slave rebel army was completely defeated, and no one knew how many soldiers died in this battle.

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The next morning, Li Wei sent all the cavalry to arrest the fleeing rebel soldiers.

Too many enemies have not returned to the city, and they must be captured before any harm can be done to the civilian population.