Chapter 117 The Demolition of the Roman Empire

Rome, Senate.

At this time, there were loud noises in the Senate, like thunder, shaking the eardrums.

It was Marius and the members who were debating, and they all fought red and refused to give in to each other.

"No! No! Absolutely no!" A member of the parliamentary face was even redder than Guan Gong's face, almost roaring, and his chest was undulating rapidly.

The nobles need to be cultivated. Even if the members of the congressmen have to object, they will not yell so loudly, but should use gentle words to achieve their goal. However, Marius's proposal was really unbearable, because Marius actually proposed to hand over the slaves and give them the rights of Roman citizens.

When the Roman Empire was in a turmoil, although the parliamentarians were fighting each other and were not united enough, they would still agree to hand over the slaves for Rome and let the slaves fight for Rome.

However, it is absolutely impossible to give slaves the identity of Roman citizens. It is not only an insult to the status of aristocrats, but also a loss of power.

The reason why nobles are nobles is because they own slaves, and slaves work hard for them, and the fruits of slave labor are their fruits. Once slaves gain the rights of Roman citizens, they will lose the benefits of exploiting slaves and lose more wealth, which will cost them their lives.

"No! No!" The members of the parliamentary concurred in unison, roaring like a storm, drowned Maliu.

"Dear members: Please listen to me!" Mario had to raise his voice and yelled loudly, his voice was hoarse: "Sula was defeated in northern Italy, and the respected Lord Scipio died in the Mediterranean. Rome no longer had an army!"

"Who said Rome has no army? We still have army in Spain!" A member of parliament immediately interrupted Marriott's words.

"snort!"

A MP snorted coldly and said in a sarcastic tone: "Yes, Rome still has an army in Spain! But can you transfer back? Transfer troops from Spain, either to the Pyrenees or from the Mediterranean. It took a lot of time to go to the Pyrenees, and it was too late. The Mediterranean is already the world of the Chinese! I agree with the proposal of Consul Mario to hand over slaves and give them the identity of slaves as Roman citizens."

"Thank you Sextus! Dear Sextus, you have a broad mind!" Marriot said for a long time, and finally someone responded. He couldn't help but feel excited and bowed to thank him.

The full name of Sextus is Sextus Julius, Caesar's uncle. He is smart and has a broad vision. He has always supported Marius's reform proposals. Moreover, his sister has a good impression of Marius, and Marius likes this famous lady very much. If nothing unexpected happens, the two will get married.

"No thanks! This is what I should do! For Rome, we should give everything we have!" Sextus spoke loudly for Marius: "Dear members, if you disagree with Marius' proposal, please go up to the city and fight against the Chinese who are more fierce than the devil!"

"We are noble MPs and cannot fight in person!"

"Fighting is the business of Roman citizens!"

When fighting against the Chinese, these congressmen were very scared. Even capable people like Sula and Scipio could not defeat the Han army. If they went to fight, wouldn’t they die?

"Rome has no soldiers and soldiers, which is even more critical than the Hannibal era. If you do not hand over slaves, Rome will become the trophy of the Han army!" Marriot then lobbyed: "If you do not give slaves the rights of Roman citizens, slaves will not work for Rome! Once Rome is lost, you will have nothing! At that time, the respected parliamentarians will become slaves to the Chinese!"

The wise MPs did not understand this principle, but they just handed over slaves and gave them the identity of Roman citizens, which was to cut their flesh.

Slaves, born lowly, how can they turn over and have the same civil rights as noble MPs?

"Dear members, I forgot to tell you that the Chinese kill people without blinking, even if there are many people, they will kill them!" Congressman Mali's voice suddenly turned high, extremely harsh: "They not only kill people, but also chop you into pieces. No piece of them is complete! Even your heart will be broken!"

Sula's defeat had already spread to Rome, and the fierceness of the Han army was even exaggerated to the limit, and there were even rumors that the Han army had eaten alive. As soon as this was said, the members of the parliament could not help but remain silent.

How can there be a complete egg under the collapse of the nest?

"Dear Councillor Marius, I am willing to hand over my slaves to you!" Sextus responded formally.

With the leader, it was much easier to deal with, and the congressmen had to speak out one after another: "I hand over the slave!"

"Slaves are born to be a lowly bone! Even if they are given the status of Roman citizenship, they are still a lowly slave!"

Each of the congressmen was in great pain as if someone was cutting their hearts with a knife.

"Thank you, dear MPs! Time is tight, so I'll ask you to go back and bring the slaves! I will wait for your arrival at the city!" Marriot finally convinced the MPs, bowed to thank, and then strode away.

The members of the parliament looked at each other and finally had to leave.

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On the head of the Roman city, Mallor was wearing a mail, a helmet, a short sword hanging on his waist, and a shining armor on his legs. He stood straight, like a javelin.

Looking ahead, your eyes are bright and you are particularly energetic.

"Dede!" The messy sound of hooves sounded, and members of the parliament came with arrogance surrounded by slaves.

"Mallow, I've given you my slave!" A member of the parliament came close and was very upset. He even saved the etiquette of bowing and bowing, and he didn't even call him the chief official.

"Thank you! Dear MP, you have a broad mind!"

"Dear MP, with your support, Rome will stand firm!"

Marius was busy saluting the members of the parliament and thanking them for their "generous" actions.

Hundreds of members of the Senate arrived one after another. The number of slaves they owned varying, ranging from dozens to hundreds of people. Not long after, there were tens of thousands of slaves under the city. These slaves had pale faces and thin skin, and they could tell at a glance that they were malnourished, and only a few slaves were strong and strong.

The strongest ones are those gladiators. Gladiators are also slaves, but they are different from ordinary slaves. They do murderous activities to win the cheers of the nobles. According to Roman regulations, as long as a certain number of victories accumulate, they can gain freedom and live a citizen's life.

If you want to maximize their combat power, you have to give them good food, drink and be well trained.

There were quite a lot of gladiators in Rome, with a large number of them. Standing together, they stood out from the crowd and were particularly conspicuous. Looking at these fierce gladiators, Maliu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If there were more, he would be more confident in defending the city of Rome.

"Dear Warriors: Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Mallor, the consul of Rome." Mallor first bowed deeply to the slaves.

"The Chief Official saluted us?" The slaves widened their eyes and looked at Mallor as if they were hit by a ghost.

The chief official is a nobleman. If a slave meets him, he has to take a detour and lower his head and cannot see him. No consul can salute them.

"First of all, I want to congratulate you: you are free! From now on, you are Roman citizens and noble nobles!" Marriot's voice was magnetic and attractive.

"We're free?"

"We are Roman citizens?"

"What's going on? Am I dreaming?"

The slaves opened their eyes wide and didn't believe it at all. Such good things would fall on their heads.

It is not impossible for slaves to gain freedom, mainly gladiators, and ordinary slaves do not have such opportunities. Even gladiators will come out one by one. None of the truly free gladiators will be too low.

Today is good, tens of thousands of people are free at once, which is so shocking.

What the slaves could not imagine was that they were Roman citizens and nobles. Roman citizens were the noblest status of the Roman Empire, and they were much more noble than Italians, Spanish, Sethians, Carthaginians, and Sicilians.

"Haha! I'm free!"

"I'm a noble!"

It took the slaves a long time to wake up, and they were very happy, jumping and venting their surprise.

Looking at the cheering slaves, Mallott finally let go of his heart. Roman citizens were still quite attractive to slaves. The more happy the slaves were, the more they would fight, and the more confident they would be to defend Rome.

"I remember that the last time I gave the slaves freedom was when Hannibal passed by the city of Rome. The nobles were not so generous, and Rome was in crisis." Among the slaves, there were many knowledgeable people who immediately became confused.

"Dear Lord Mallor, why do you give us freedom? Why do you give us the identity of Roman citizens?" The slaves asked immediately.

Without asking, he would tell them that Marius would be very happy to explain to the slaves: "Dear Roman citizens: You are the nobles of Rome, you should contribute to Rome! The Chinese are about to fight! Rome is in danger. If Rome defeats the Chinese, you will lose your freedom and you will lose the noble status of Roman citizens!"

"For Rome!"

The MPs immediately agreed, waved their arms and shouted loudly.

"The Chinese call?"

"Where are Chinese people?"

The slaves looked puzzled. They were slaves, and they only knew how to work all day long, and it was impossible to know about the crisis in Rome. Only a very small number of people could hear about it, and as for where the Chinese were, they knew nothing.

The MPs yelled for a long time, but did not get a response from the slaves. Instead, they talked a lot and couldn't help but shout even more: "For Rome!"

"You don't know Chinese yet? I'm a knowledgeable person! Let me tell you, Chinese are so good!"

"How is it a good way?"

"The Chinese are generous, have a broad mind, and have a kind heart!"

"The Chinese give slaves freedom and noble identities!"

"More importantly, the Chinese let us own property!"

Although the Han army had not yet reached Rome, the actions of the Han army were still spread. There were many well-informed slaves, and they immediately explained the benefits of the Han army to the slaves.

Maluo had given many slaves, but it was far inferior to what the Han army gave. The biggest difference was that the Han army could allow slaves to possess property, while Maluo only gave them freedom and the identity of a Roman citizen.

Freedom is good, and noble status is also good things, but no matter how good it is, you have to have property, because you have to eat and live. How can you live without property?

It was not that Marius did not want to give the slave property, but that he could not do it. Even the current situation was something that Marius had tried his best to win. If the members of the parliamentarians were asked to take out their property and give them to the slaves, his proposal would definitely not be able to pass. Therefore, Marius could only settle for the second best.

"The Chinese are so good, why do we still have to beat the Chinese?"

"That's it!"

"We might as well vote for the Chinese!"

The components of these slaves were complex, including Italians, Sicilians, Thracians, Greeks, Gauls, Spanish, and Carthaginians. They captured the Roman Empire, had a deep hatred for the Roman Empire, and had no sense of identity. It was not that they had no desire to betray, but they did not dare to burst out under the pressure of the Roman Empire.

"Yes! The Chinese are reliable, the Romans are unreliable!"

"At that time, Hannibal's crisis was resolved, and the Roman nobles deprived the slaves of their freedom. The slaves who fought to the death were still slaves!"

Giving up their own slaves means giving up their own wealth. When the crisis of Hannibal's siege was resolved, many nobles tried to change the slaves who fought for Rome and turned them into wealth. This is a bloody lesson.

"Yes! Go to the Chinese!"

The slaves responded immediately, roaring loudly.

When Maliu heard this, he knew something was wrong and hurriedly ordered the soldiers to come and suppress it. But how many troops could he have? How could he suppress it?

"Daughty slaves, do you dare?" A member of the parliament immediately took off his aristocratic airs and scolded him.
To be continued...