"The most powerful people are the ones who can use their followers and friends to mobilize the most votes." - Gerzer

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"My right wing can move forward!" Seeing that Dumijus was entangled, Li Bida ordered the soldiers to send a signal with bronze mirrors on the lighthouse, and at this moment on the side of Seymus Island, the core fleet directly under Li Bida, under the command and command of Gable, raised its sails and rushed towards the wing where Narcidius was.

Seeing that the opposing fleet was all equipped with elite bronze ramming horns, and a complete set of ballistas, and was superior in numbers, Narcidius had no intention of making any battle, he neither joined Dumijus nor stepped forward to fight Gable's fleet, but ordered all ships to turn their bows and flee in the direction of Tauroas Island.

At this time, all the citizens who were watching the battle at the head of the city shouted in despair, they had clearly seen the tragic outcome of this naval battle, and many people jumped off the city wall in despair and indignation, and threw themselves into the sea to die. Little Cato stood on the other side in the gale, looking up to the sky and weeping, and the green tendons on his neck burst out—"If Dumijus and I die, maybe the republic will be finished, it will be really finished!" ”

The Gable fleet did not pursue Nacidius, but went directly to the flank to cooperate with Adangius, and fiercely flanked Dumijuanus, and the other party's ships were destroyed one after another, or captured, and the Albisites preferred to die in battle rather than become prisoners, many of them threw stones and javelins like crazy, and then maneuvered the boats to ram the enemy violently until the boat was destroyed. Ultimately. Dumijuans' huge flagship was surrounded by "sharks". Many ramming angles hit in all directions. The bronze cover and armor were twisted and deformed, the bridge was completely smashed by the rubble, the broken sail was on fire, Dumijuan's leg was broken by the collapsed mast, and he lay in a pool of blood, but he still held his short sword and shouted battle slogans, and some of his men and slaves jumped to escape. But more stayed with his master, until he was knocked down by the rain of arrows, and the hooks wrapped around the hull like a spider's web—it seemed that Li Bida was intent on seizing his flagship.

The few remaining slaves moved the bloodied mast away, and Dumijus struggled to pick up the gold-cast seahorse flag and struggling to move towards the stern of the deck, until one of his porters helped him and dragged him up to the stern, "Thank you, but I can't be captured." Death is my oath - all careerists. Caesar, Pompey, and Lybida, take a good look at the magnificent gladiatorial battle of the Cato family in front of the grave of the Republic! This was Dumijus's last cry, and then he took the flag and flew into the vast smoke, and his figure was instantly depressed.

Several of the slaves of the Cato family tied canvases and ropes to the stern of the ship, set themselves on fire, and soon Dumijus's flagship was also on fire, and although Lypida's ships scrambled to drag it back to the island of Seymour before it could be completely destroyed, the fire was so fierce that the great ship, a symbol of courage and faith, was left with a charred skeleton, and soon fell apart in the waves and firelight.

The city of Massella was suddenly plunged into a bleak abyss, and the city-state's century-old fleet, all but one that had followed Narcidius had been sunk or captured by Lybida, and its corpses were floating all over the sea, and there was nothing more miserable than this: a glorious city that had risen by the sea was now swallowed up and destroyed by the merciless sea.

Even the only one left was found abandoned on the island of Taurroas by the pursuing Lipida raiding fleet, and when the two brigades of soldiers rushed under the fortress of the island, they found that all the guards had fled, and they did not even have time to take the food and military supplies from the warehouses - Narcidius did not dare to hold on to this fortress at all, but fled directly in the direction of the Spanish province, in the final analysis, he was just ordered to attack, since he had come to the city of Massella, then it was good to go back, as for the final outcome of the victory or defeat, It has nothing to do with him for the time being.

In this way, the islands of Seymour and Taurroas, which were like the left and right latches of Masseria to the sea, together with the docks, ports, lighthouses, warehouses, and ships of all kinds, were now in the hands of Liebida, and the blockade of the city of Massella by the sea was like an iron wall. "The city is isolated, and three-quarters of its walls are sea-front, a feature that Massella boasted of as impregnable, but now a rope through which it binds."

The long death penalty came, and it was summer when Caesar and Aphranius were in the thick of a fierce battle in Spain; When Pompey was still struggling with Africa, he pondered bitterly, and did not know where to point; When the anti-water Dehemoth of the East brazenly sent legions, in cooperation with the Adiana army, to completely drive out Cicero and capture Cilicia; When Cassiillo and Brutus finally settled in Ephesus, they ran and cried out, recruited troops and food, and prepared to organize a new line of defense to stop the collapse of the republicans in the East; When Menander of the Bosphorus Kingdom reorganized the Bronze Shield Army, with the assistance of Sarmatian and Scythian mercenaries, and began to climb the Sinop ground one after another, in an attempt to restore the Great Pontic Empire, the city of Massella in the southernmost corner of Gaul, the besieged city of Massella, seemed to have been forgotten by the world, but the two sides of the attack and defense directly faced each other continued the tragedy of life every day and night, either dying in battle or starving to death.

In order to boost morale, little Cato now wore unkempt hair and ate on the streets, but more and more people starved to death around him, and there was not enough food, and now a considerable proportion was distributed to the defenders of the Acropolis, and the anger of the citizens slowly grew, and many of them complained about the fifteen nobles who were in power, believing that these fifteen oligarchs had betrayed the whole city out of selfish interests, and they would face the fate of starving to death.

Soon the riot broke out, and hundreds of citizens, whose faces had been starved to the point of starvation, attacked the mansion of a noble man aggressively and violently, and under the guidance of his renegade slaves, killed all his family, young and old, and threw their bodies in the drain, when they opened the granaries and basements of the nobleman's house, and found that there were plenty of goods and drinks, which angered everyone even more—thousands of citizens and slaves joined forces to loot the mansions of the nobles and elders one by one, and set fire to the municipal buildings, The town hall where Cato the Younger was located was also affected, and the wolf Bèi, under the protection of Munajus, escaped into the fortified mansion of a nobleman, and no one cared to admire his style, and everyone's slogan was simple, "If there is no hope of victory in this war, why should we be a funeral for the Romans from outside?" ”

The grizzled little Cato sat in the inner hall, the clamor of the mob outside was earth-shattering, he finally knew that the grief of losing his brother-in-law was nothing, and he still had to walk into the trap created by Li Bida slowly. (To be continued......)