Caesar stared with an ugly expression at the several square formations that had been arranged neatly in front of him under the moonlight as bright as day.
However, his own soldiers continued to come from the rear and hastily formed a formation.
His face had rarely looked relaxed since he was ambushed near the Wolf Mountain between Pisa and Florence.
Caesar thought he had broken open the west gate of Florence and was out of control.
But now it seems that every step he takes falls into the other party's calculations.
Nero's main force was not near Florence at all, but had already been positioned outside Pisa, waiting for Caesar to rush in.
At this point, Caesar no longer plans to capture Pisa. All he can hope for now is to have his soldiers withdraw... no, an organized escape.
They were short of men and horses... They didn't even have war horses, and they had almost no chance of winning.
On the wall of Pisa in the distance, there are two flags fluttering in the wind.
On one side, Animusfia follows the Chaldean logo, but the color is changed to the classic Roman gold and red color legion flag.
The other side is based on his personal preference, using the classic black and white color scheme, inheriting the flags configured in the Eastern Han Dynasty.
A big "zhou" is written in seal characters on the square flag.
He can be considered Zhou Yu and Zhou Gongjin now. Isn't this too much?
Although she made excuses for herself, in reality, Animusfia was just trying to fulfill a childhood dream.
Who can refuse to command an army with a banner with their own name on it?
To be able to plot the famous Caesar to this extent was impossible without Zhou Yu's spiritual foundation.
"His Majesty----"
Animusfia stretched her hand forward, and the transparent stairs extended downward one after another, and finally connected from the high platform of the city wall to the ground.
"Come down with me to meet the enemy."
Nero looked at Animusfia and nodded.
"Hmm!"
Then, as if the scene of Animusfia ascending to the Kingdom of the Gods was repeated, Nero stepped down from the Kingdom of the Gods with the support of Animusfia.
The wind blowing above the high wall of the battlefield was particularly fierce.
However, Animusfia felt that Zhou Yu's spiritual energy within her body began to tremble.
Unlike Zhuge Liang, who was the prime minister and was in charge of government most of the time, Zhou Yu during his lifetime was always a general in charge of military affairs as the governor of Soochow.
He is an out-and-out military commander.
Are you excited about the long-lost battlefield?
Holding Nero's hand, Animusfia guessed this.
[When a true man lives in the world, when he meets a master who knows him well, he relies on the righteousness of his ruler and his ministers externally, and the kindness of his flesh and blood on the inside. He must follow his words and follow his plans, and share the blessings and misfortunes. 】
This is Zhou Yu's lifelong pursuit.
It is a pity that Sun Ce, who became close friends with Zhou Yu, was assassinated by a traitor and died young. Zhou Yu himself also died of illness ten years later, leaving only Qiao and Qiao alone to guard the empty house.
The trust between Animusfia and Nero is exactly the relationship between king and minister that Zhou Yu desires most.
Caesar watched quietly as Nero and Animusphia slowly walked down the city wall.
There was no point in being anxious now. He was completely trapped and had no choice but to fight his way out.
Either Caesar was trapped and died in this cage, or he fought hard to dismantle the cage.
But what made Caesar very sad was that Nero had too many capable soldiers.
If Caesar could have had a general like Boudicca during his lifetime, or a military advisor beside Nero who could be completely trusted, I'm afraid his achievements would be far more than that.
It's a pity that Brutus, the only one of Caesar's men whom he trusted and even regarded as his own son, ended up becoming one of his assassins.
"You are very good at forcing me to this point. In terms of military strategy, you are even better than me——"
The soldiers around him continued to form a phalanx, Caesar looked at Animusfia and said.
"Whether we win or lose, this is probably the last battle between you and me. At least, I want to know your name."
"Animusfia [Zhou Gongjin], you can call me this, Lord Caesar."
"It's a foreign name, that's right. You don't look like a Roman either... your style of conduct is far inferior to that of the Romans."
Caesar said slightly.
"You are ridiculous, Lord Caesar. It's just a little trick that won't make it to the stage."
Animusfia replied to Caesar without being humble or haughty.
"It's your petty tricks that pushed me to where I am now. Based on this alone, no matter how much you pay, you are considered a master."
Nero listened to the conversation between the two with a confused look on his face.
Why does it feel like Caesar has met the governor several times?
But the Governor was clearly by her side and never left.
.....Although he felt that he knew him well enough, if he really thought about it, Nero found that the governor he now completely relied on knew nothing about it.
He is an enigmatic person all over him.
"Nero————, son of Octavian, now Augustus."
Caesar turned his attention to Nero.
"Hmm, I'm right here."
"There is no need to introduce myself. I am Julius Caesar. If you really want to say it, I can be regarded as your ancestor. I have always wanted to meet you since I came to this era, but I didn't expect that it would be you." To do it in this situation.”
Caesar said somewhat self-deprecatingly.
He had even imagined talking to Nero after capturing her, but he never thought that he would be forced into a desperate situation.
"Beautiful...so beautiful, just as beautiful as Rome."
Caesar looked at Nero's appearance carefully and sighed.
"Now, let me say everything I want to say. I am very happy that Rome is now in your hands. But you may be surprised... and also very curious, why do your ancestors... Will your elders show up here to oppose you?"
"Hmm..."
Although after experiencing the Caligula incident, Nero was already prepared for hostility with previous Roman rulers.
But when he actually saw the great men he admired most leading his troops against him, he felt something different in his heart.
Does such a person really have the right to claim to be the orthodox of Rome?
The reign of Augustus named Nero in Rome was actually over.
With the destruction of the palace and the Guards, the treachery of the Senate came to an end.
The only thing that kept Nero going now was that night on the Palatine Hill, when he asked her to be his only "Imbratus" and his only vassal.
"Don't show that expression, Nero. No matter how beautiful your face is, it's meaningless if it doesn't smile. Rebellion has appeared. If you really have the consciousness of being [Augustus], then what you do should be a crusade. Instead of holding back.”
Caesar drew his sword and pointed it at Nero.
"Now I will take [Rome] away from your hands and conquer [Rome] again!"
After pondering, Caesar slowly said.
".....Then destruction."
"What did you say...?"
Nero couldn't believe what he heard.
"And if I want to seize the existence of [Rome] from your hands, your enemy is far more than just me——I will tell you the rest of my words after the battle is over."
The golden sword in Caesar's hand burst out with dazzling light.
"Anyway, keep the power you still have in your hands."
He has not yet fully accepted his fate of defeat, and Caesar still intends to speak the remaining words as a victor.
"All troops, attack!"
The phalanx behind Caesar passed him and marched out towards the First Army of Romagna in Animusfia.
Two huge flows of people were intertwined.
