Roman Slave Owner

Cosinius and Fowles did not speak, but contempt flashed clearly in their eyes.

A village was on fire, and a slave laughed grimly and killed a Roman, and then liberated a slave.

The slaves were taken to an open space in the middle of the village, and a strong man with red hair in Roman armor was watching them quietly.

There was blood all over his body, and he looked extremely terrifying. Some Romans were held down and knelt on the ground.

"Slaves, my name is Kress, and I am the general under Spartacus. You are free from now on, and you are welcome to join my team..."

Kress said loudly.

"free?"

"Spartacus?"

"..."

Those slaves were surprised, they didn't expect that they would join Spartacus' team, which is really great.

But there are also people who are very worried that now that the Roman army is chasing them, it is too dangerous to join at this time.

"General, can...not join?"

At this time, a slave said timidly.

Kress looked at him fiercely, he never thought that there would be such a waste.

If it wasn't for Spartacus' orders, he would have killed the damn bastard.

"Of course, we are free to come and go. You can follow these Romans and tell the Roman consul, I! Cres! The most powerful gladiator in Capua is waiting for him! Coward! Coward! .”

Kress said with a grin.

"Do it!"

The slaves behind the Romans waved their daggers one after another, and the Romans screamed, and their ears were cut off.

"I will kill all the Romans I see! I will make the Romans howl at my hands! I will make you tremble when you hear my name! Remember my name - Kress!"

Kress said coldly.

Those Romans looked at him with resentment, and they kept this face deeply in their hearts, vowing to avenge their family no matter what.

Kress smiled disdainfully, he was not afraid of their revenge.

"Let these Romans go."

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The next day, Serabio led the Roman army to continue to pursue one of them, but it didn't take long before the news was received.

Two slave rebel armies attacked villages and towns along the way, killing a large number of Roman citizens and looting supplies.

"Consul! Please kill Kress! My wife! He killed all my sons!"

"If you dare not pursue, I will go to the Senate to sue you."

"You coward! It's all because of your incompetence that so many Romans died."

"..."

Hearing the cursing of the Romans outside the camp, Serapio's face turned ashen. The prediction of the two people was completely correct, and he knew that he had no way out.

"It seems that we have to divide our troops."

Serabio said with a wry smile, and both Cosinius and Fowles nodded in agreement.

"I'm going after Kress, I want to see how he scares me, how he makes me tremble."

Cosinius said with a sneer.

"How many people do you want?"

"2000 people."

Corsinius said.

"I also want 2,000 people."

Fowles said.

"All right then."

Serabio said.

It didn't take long for them to divide into three groups, and each of them launched a pursuit on one of the slave rebels.

The hills are rolling, the trees are lush, and a slave rebel army is winding forward, when a gladiator rushed over from behind.

"Report to the leader, we found a Roman army 20 Roman miles behind us, with about 2,000 people."

said the gladiator.

"Have you finally caught up? You are really obedient."

There was a sneer of disdain on Kress's face, "Tell those people behind, hurry up, and don't be caught up by them."

"There are old, weak and women behind, and their speed cannot be fast."

Gannix said, still holding a half bottle of wine in his hand, with a hint of drunkenness on his face.

"If it doesn't work, hide them first, and come back to pick them up after we defeat the Romans."

Kress said impatiently, it was these people who seriously hindered them.

"I do not mind."

Ganix shrugged and said, as long as there is wine and women, he will do anything.

Kress glanced at him indifferently, sometimes it's good to have such a partner, he will never compete with you for any power.

"Do you know of any places here where people can hide?"

Kress said to an elderly slave.

The slave's naked body was full of scars. This was a slave they rescued from their attack on the village not long ago.

Because he is very familiar with the terrain here, he became their guide.

"I know of a very hidden canyon twenty Roman miles ahead."

said the slave.

"Canyon? Tell me about the terrain there."

Kress said with great interest.

"There are high mountains and dense forests, and only about ten people can pass between the canyons..."

said the guide.

Listening to the guide's explanation, Kress had an impression of the terrain of the canyon, which was clearly an ideal place for an ambush.

"How long will it take us to get there?"

Kress asked.

"About two days. You know that it is very difficult to march in the mountains. Sometimes it is very difficult to look at the mountains and run dead horses."

said the guide.

"I think it would be nice to ambush the enemy here, what do you think?"

Kress' eyes grew brighter, he said to Ganix.

"I think it's pretty good too."

Ganix took a sip of wine and said.

Kress called several gladiators and said to them: "Go to Spartacus, the ambush site has been found, and I need his support."

"As ordered."

Several gladiators said, and then left here.

In the middle of the night, the Roman army, which had been chasing for a day, began to set up camp.

Kosinius personally inspected the camp, and at the same time told the soldiers to do a good job of night vigil, and must strictly guard against sneak attacks by the slave rebels. The most feared thing in the mountains is a sneak attack.

Then began to interrogate the captives. Just this afternoon, they had a battle with the slave rebel army. In order to protect the old, weak, sick and disabled who were left behind, they even provoked the Roman army, and they paid a heavy price.

There were endless screams in the tent, and the Roman soldiers tortured the captured slaves, and the last slave was dragged into the tent of Cosinius.

"He is the highest among the captives, a captain of ten men."

said a Roman soldier.

Cosinius felt a little regretful that he was only a captain of ten men, how many secrets such a person could know.

"Your name, identity, who is your slave, and how long have you joined the rebel army?"

Corsinius asked, taking a sip of his wine.

"My name is... Aulus. I am a slave of Capua elder Tullius. I joined the rebel army two months ago."

The slave said weakly.

"Who is the leader of your rebel army? How many people are there?"

Corsinius continued to ask.

"Our leaders are Kress and Ganix. I don't know how many people there are. I'm just a ten-man commander and I don't know much about this situation."

"Estimate."

"3000 people."

Cosinius nodded slightly, which was similar to the information he had received.

"Where are your goals? Any plans?"

Corsinius continued to ask.

"I have no idea."

The slave said weakly.

"What a waste, pull it out and kill it."

Cosinius said dissatisfiedly.

The slave didn't resist, but showed a hint of relief.

Compared with being crucified, being killed is definitely a lucky thing.

"Now the enemy in front of us is very clear. They are only about 3,000 people, and they have made a fatal mistake. They even tried to protect the old, weak and sick. This will drag them into the abyss."

Kosinius said confidently, "We can defeat them in a maximum of two days."

His adjutant said: "General, you are wise, you have accomplished what Grebo failed to accomplish."

Cosinius laughed triumphantly.

The next day, the Roman army set out to pursue the camp again, and the traces left by the slave rebel army were very obvious, which made it easy for them to track them down.

In order to protect the old, weak, sick and disabled, some slaves actually fought with them again, which made Cosinius ecstatic.

Not surprisingly, they defeated the slave army again, and then launched a pursuit of them.

"Hurry up, I will completely defeat them today."

Corsinius said loudly.

The morale of those Roman troops was also high, and they chased them into a canyon.

Looking at this canyon, there are high mountains and dense forests on both sides, and the distance between the canyons is very narrow.

Kosinius wondered whether there would be an ambush here.

Shouldn't it? They had just suffered two defeats, so how could they have the guts to carry out an ambush.

But out of caution, he still ordered the soldiers to be careful of the enemy's ambush.

Kress led the slaves and ran all the way in front, and the Roman soldiers followed closely behind.

After fleeing to the middle of the canyon, Kress said loudly: "Stop!"

All the slaves stopped immediately, then turned and smiled at the Roman soldiers.

The soldiers couldn't help being overjoyed, and were planning to attack them.

"Stupid Romans, you have been fooled."

Kress laughed out loud.

At this moment, the sound of fighting from both sides shook the sky, and a large number of stones and javelins were thrown down from the mountain, hitting the heads of the Roman army like rain.

Many Roman soldiers were either stoned to death or stabbed to death with javelins.

Kosinius watched all this in horror. He was so frightened that his ghosts froze, and he said loudly: "No! There is an ambush! Get out!"

Then he was the first to lead the troops to break through. At this time, one after another huge stones rolled down from the mountain, completely blocking the way back.

Seeing this, Cosinius looked desperate.

"It's over! It's over!"

Facing the falling stones and javelins from the top of the mountain, the Roman army suffered heavy losses.

Under the order of Spartacus, they launched a charge, and finally wiped out the Roman army, and Cosinius was also killed on the spot.

"Nice job, Kress."

Spartacus hugged Kress fiercely.

"Fortunately, you supported in time, otherwise we might not have enough troops to ambush them."

Kress said with a smile.

"What should we do next?"

Curius said.

"The news here hasn't spread yet, we can deal with the Roman army in the middle first."

Spartacus said.

"All right then."

Kress said.

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On a hill, the Roman army is camping.

"It's really annoying."

Fowles kept scratching his body.

He hadn't bathed in seven days since chasing these slave rebels, which was a bad thing for a dainty nobleman.

At this moment, a soldier ran over.

"Report to the general, we found a village in the east. After that village knew about our arrival, it wanted to invite you as a guest."

"What is the invitation to be a guest? I am afraid that those slaves will attack me."

Fowles said disdainfully.

"They say that there are famous hot springs nearby, and these hot springs will help you wash away the fatigue of your journey."

The soldier continued.

Hearing this, Fowles was greatly moved.

It turned out to be a hot spring, which is a good thing.

In the cold autumn, being able to soak in hot springs is definitely a great enjoyment in life.

"How far is that village from us?"

asked Fowles.

"About three Romani."

Three Romani? This distance is acceptable.

"Go, take a squadron... no, six hundred soldiers, let's go to that village as a guest."

Fowles said.

Now that the camp is almost successful, if the camping address is changed, the soldiers will complain.

But he can lead some soldiers there to enjoy the wonderful hot springs and the friendly reception of the villagers.

Soon a brigade of soldiers was assembled and headed towards the village under the leadership of Fowles.

The changes here were quickly discovered by the watching gladiators, and then reported to Spartacus.

"What does he mean by that?"

Spartacus couldn't understand Fowles' operation at all. He didn't know that it was the hot spring that attracted Fowles.

Everyone was also puzzled, and Kress asked, "How many people are there in that village?"

"About a hundred families."

said the gladiator.

"One hundred households means about five hundred people. If we detain women, the elderly and children, there are only about a hundred people. If we sneak attack, we will definitely succeed."

Kress said.

"Could this be a trap?"

Ixion said.

"We just need to send people to watch the barracks. If this is a trap, Onomamos, you send people to ambush on the way to the village. If they send people to help, you find a way to hold them back."

Spartacus said.

"All right."

Onomamis said.

After deciding on the action plan, Spartacus personally led people to the village.

In the middle of the night, a round of bright moon hangs in the sky, covering the quiet mountain village with a layer of silver gauze.

At this moment, a large number of black shadows approached the mountain village quietly.

"It's so comfortable!"

In the steaming bathhouse, Fowles had a hearty smile on his face.

After enjoying the warm hospitality of the villagers, he can finally take a hot bath.

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