Chapter 943
However, Márquez was eager to learn the language of Diónia and integrate into the environment. He could still remember the speech made by the king of Diónia who defeated the great Camillus.
"Soldiers of Rome, Rome has been annexed to the Kingdom of Diónia. You have been completely defeated! You can always harbor your hatred for Diónia.
But please don't forget that when you conquered Villiers, you killed all the captive males in Villiers City. When you occupied Satnicum, Antium, Villiers, and other Wolsey territories, you either killed or enslaved all the Wolsey males you captured … "
But today, when you were defeated, Diónia did not deal with you the way you did in the past. It did not end your young lives early, and it did not turn you into lowly slaves. Instead, it gave you the opportunity to become a citizen of Diónia!
I believe that many of you have had contact with your former compatriots in Rome. You more or less know what kind of rights and benefits a citizen of Diónia will bring you. You may not be as rich as you used to be, and you can no longer use your power to oppress other citizens at will. But you will become a citizen of the most powerful kingdom in the Mediterranean Sea, and you will be envied by the people of other countries. You will see a wider world and get more opportunities for development!
Well, people of Rome, no matter what, the Rome of the past has been destroyed. You are facing a new beginning. Do you want to continue to hate and be suppressed and destroyed in the end? Or do you want to pick up your spear and shield and fight with us to win the respect of the people of Diónia and open up a new future for yourself and your family? It's up to you … "
It's up to us … Márquez muttered silently in his heart.
At this time, a man appeared in front of him, patted him on the shoulder with a smile on his face, and asked with concern, "How are you? Are you okay now? "
That smile always reminded Max of how the Dionic doctors treated him meticulously when he was afflicted with the plague and filled with despair. That was why he could live to this day in good health. That was why he didn't hate the Dionians too much. He believed that all the people of Rome who were cured by the doctors of Diónia would have such a feeling because it was the people of Diónia who gave them a second life.
Márquez looked at the Diónia officer who had been concerned about him. Although he did not understand what he said, he roughly understood what he meant, so he quickly nodded.
"Let's disembark together!" The team officer pointed at the dock that was already within reach, and then picked up the wrapped shield, spear, and armor that were placed beside him.
Marx wanted to stop them, but he could not speak Greek at all. Coupled with the fact that he had been vomiting non-stop, his body was indeed weak. He could only watch helplessly as the officer opened the bags and asked the other soldiers to help him carry one item each.
This scene made him determined to learn the language of Diónia as soon as possible.
In fact, Márquez's judgment was wrong. What he saw was not a town, but a Triene Naval Base.
Therefore, when the other Rome soldiers who were not seasick boarded the passenger ship and entered the port of the naval base, all of them widened their eyes in surprise. In front of them was a port that was many times larger than the port of Ostia. Countless piers stretched out from the winding coast like a terrifying centipede. Huge warships cruised on the other side of the port, sometimes stopping in formation, sometimes sprinting. The slogans of the sailors echoed throughout the port …
A few Latin soldiers in Legio III proudly told the people of Rome who were stunned, "There are five naval bases like this in the Kingdom of Diónia (the First Fleet has two, Tarantum and Castellón). This is not the largest one."
These former nobles of Rome were even more bewildered. They suddenly found that the strength of the Kingdom of Diónia was far beyond their imagination. The unwillingness in their hearts dissipated under this powerful deterrence.
The naval base of the Third Fleet was in Triene, but the military camp of Legio VI was not here. It was in Siletina. The two cities were dozens of miles apart. For the convenience of continuing south, the soldiers who went ashore were not taken to the Siletina military camp. Instead, they rested in the new camp outside the naval base.
Ten days ago, the Devers had already made this plan. They wrote a letter to the Senate, and the Senate urgently informed Triene and the surrounding towns. The idle people were organized by the city hall to build a camp for the coming army. So when the army of the expedition to Latin arrived, the soldiers found that the camp had already been built and everything was in place. They did not need to do anything at all. Since the expedition to Rome, it was rare for them to enjoy a ready-made campfire without having to do anything.
When they settled down, the officers announced another good news to them, "His Majesty the Devers, in order to thank you for your contribution to the kingdom in Latin, has specially allowed you to hold a bonfire party to celebrate tonight!"
The soldiers cheered when they heard this. The whole camp was in an uproar. Of course, except for the Rome nobles and soldiers who did not know what was going on.
In the afternoon, the officials of the Triene city hall led the organized people to deliver countless bottles of wine, hundreds of goats, and other food to the entire military camp. Of course, there were more people who came to the military camp to visit their loved ones in Legio VI.
To prevent them from disrupting the order of the entire military camp, Commander Tratinoste allowed the soldiers to meet outside the military camp.
In this expedition to Latin, Legio VI suffered many casualties. The civilians who learned that their loved ones had been killed or severely injured were crying in sorrow; the civilians who saw their loved ones standing in front of them in perfect condition were crying in joy. In short, the area outside the camp was filled with cries, but inside the camp, there was endless laughter, forming a strange scene.
… …
At dusk, the soldiers of the various legions walked out of the camp under the leadership of the team officers and came to the wilderness that had been set up. There were hundreds of wheat mounds made of freshly harvested wheat grass. They were distributed in circles, and there was a relatively large open space in the center with a larger wheat mound.
Every squad sat around a pile of wheat. The squad leaders brought a few soldiers to the supply camp and brought back a few jars of wine, a few large jars of stewed and hot mutton giblets soup, a goat that had already been slaughtered, cleaned, and cut up, a basket of fresh fruits, a basket of washed fresh vegetables, and a jar of dried fruits …
The captain personally served the soldiers, filling the wooden cups in each soldier's hands with wine and the pottery bowl with haggis soup …
Although Max wasn't as excited as the other soldiers in the squad to drink the Tuliyi wine, he still expressed his gratitude to the squad leader who looked even younger than him due to his noble upbringing.
The captain saw that he had a good attitude and said some words of encouragement. Marques, who did not understand the language of Diónia, could only nod slightly. In the end, the captain laughed and patted him on the shoulder. Then, he went on to serve the next soldier.
The next soldier's attitude towards the captain was much more respectful, which made Marques feel a little strange. Of course, he did not know that the captain's name was Adoris, and he was the adopted son of the King of Diónia.
Just as the soldiers began to eat, the sky gradually darkened, but soon the wheat mounds were ignited one by one, driving away the darkness of the wilderness.
"Dong! Dong! … "The vigorous sound of drums suddenly sounded, and the originally noisy bonfire venue quieted down under the reminder of the team officers.
Then, a sonorous and solemn chant reverberated in the air above the venue, causing the soldiers to put away the smiles on their faces.
Then, they saw a group of people with strange appearances and different clothes appear in the center of the venue, next to the largest bonfire.
"It's The Birth of Hades!" Some of the soldiers had already guessed the song of the large-scale play and began to cheer.
The large-scale play of Diónia had only been around for more than ten years, but it had developed very quickly. Now, it had moved away from the original pantomime performance and had individual singing and dancing (of course, this was inseparable from the enlightenment of the King's Devers), which made the performance of large-scale plays more diverse, and it attracted more people of Diónia. The song The Birth of Hades was one of the classics, and it was very popular among the people. Therefore, the soldiers present temporarily stopped eating and playing, and focused on the performance.
The first act of The Birth of Hades was about the siblings Hades, Zeus, Poseidon, Hera, and Hades defeating their father, Cronus, and began to divide the world. When everyone was arguing for more benefits, Hades took the initiative to go to Hades Purgatory to watch over and supervise the souls of the dead. The gods were puzzled by his firm decision, and they were ashamed that he did not fight for fame and fortune, and only focused on achieving his ideals.
In the second act, Hades came to the underworld, which was very chaotic due to the lack of control. Hades invited Thanatos and Hypnos to be the God of Death and the God of Sleep. He also persuaded Minos, Rhadamandas, and Ajax to be the three judges. He subdued the three-headed dog, Cerberus, to be responsible for guarding the gate, and Charon to be in charge of the ferry … Finally, order was restored in the underworld.
In the third act, the underworld was well governed. Hades married the Goddess of Fertility, Persephone. The humans thanked him for his contributions and worshiped him. Finally, he danced happily with his subordinates …
The entire plot was meticulously compiled by the priests led by Plesinas. Most of the dialogue in the play was sung. The melody was composed by the famous music poet of the kingdom, the teacher of the Diónia Academy, Ferosanus, who led the students to complete it with great effort. The last group dance, which surpassed this era, was composed by the Devers. Hence, The Birth of Hades was sculpted by the hands of many famous artists. When it was performed for the first time during Hades's celebration, it caused a sensation among the people of the kingdom.
Because of the language barrier, Márquez was not as mesmerized as the other soldiers. However, the actors' exquisite costumes, superb acting skills, and beautiful singing attracted his attention. He tried hard to guess the plot.
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