Yulia's Intent, Pompey's poison scheme!

"You' re actually able to refuse such an invitation from a beauty like Aurelia?"

After hearing Ye Tian's reply, Yulia couldn' t help but lightly smile.

"I think there should be some misunderstanding from you. May I know if lady Yulia has any requests?"

Ye Tian shook his head and calmly asked.

"It's nothing. I just happened to see you, so I came down to greet you..."

Yulia smiled, but Ye Tian wouldn' t believe her answer. After all, they weren' t so familiar.

"I wonder if Sir Satan has any plans to join the army?"

After a moment of hesitation, Yulia asked softly.

"Join the army?"

Ye Tian was stunned. He didn' t know why Yulia would ask such a question.

"Yes, Aurelia thinks so highly of you, so you must be extraordinary. Why don' t you set foot on the battlefield, kill the enemies, and establish contributions?"

Yulia said to Ye Tian.

"If you want to, I can send a letter to my husband, allowing you to directly become a vanguard general!"

Yulia continued to speak, making Ye Tian understand immediately.

Yulia wanted to help her husband. After all, her husband was already old. Right now, he was in the northern battlefield, but he was under the control of the incompetent commander, Lu Phus. Moreover, his age was already high, his energy was declining, and his movements were slow. Up until now, he still hadn' t done anything, so she was anxious.

Because of this, she would clutch at any straw just like a drowning person. She had heard that Ye Tian's sword-arts were superb and possessed great strength. If such a person was able to step onto the battlefield as a vanguard general, he should be able to raise the morale of the army, perhaps, he could directly turn the situation around.

"Madam Yulia, I can roughly understand your feelings, but a war can not be changed by just a single person!"

After knowing what Yulia was thinking, Ye Tian calmly said.

To be honest, he also wanted to step onto the battlefield, kill the enemies, and use his contributions to pave the way for him to step onto the political arena in the future.

However, right now, he didn' t have any troops or generals. Even if he stepped onto the battlefield, he could only be controlled by others.

Thus, he was scheming to tie these Spartans to his war chariot, planning to establish a small-scale Spartan slave corps, to make his name known on the battlefield.

Of course, if he really wanted to step onto the battlefield, perhaps Gaius Marius would be the best choice for him. Because Gaius Marius was incapacity for ambition right now, and nor could he establish merit. Perhaps he might well satisfy Ye Tian's requirements.

Most importantly, Ye Tian was basically tied on Aurelia's war chariot right now, and Gaius Marius also could be said to be one of his allies.

"Of course, I' ll think about your suggestion, Mis Yulia. But now isn' t the best time!"

In the end, Ye Tian shook his head and softly said to Yulia. He wasn't slighting over her.

In war, there had never been a lack of the example that, to use the few to defeat the many.

The Ancient Roman, and even the entire Ancient Greek, the soldier had a very strong ability to fight alone. However, if you mention the true war, they really couldn't compare to Ancient China.

After all, in the eyes of the ancient Roman, the people worshipped heroes with powerful single-soldier abilities. However, also it's important, this is not recommended, the ancient chinese army paid more attention to the cooperative combat ability of soldiers.

The war in Ancient China had always been planned first and then moved. First to analyze all of the factors of the battlefield, then to act according to the plan.

Although Ye Tian couldn' t be called the military expert, he had read many military books such as "Master Sun's Art of War", "An Essay on War" and others. He was confident that when he stepped onto the battlefield, he would definitely be able to stir up the storm on the battlefield.

After obtaining Ye Tian's promise, Yulia chatted with Ye Tian for a while before finally leaving.

"Battlefield, I' ll be here soon!"

Ye Tian softly muttered, but the main thing at hand was to gather a few more Spartans.

Not to mention three hundred, but at least fifty or more.

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"Young Master..."

When Pompey returned to his home with the dark face, the butler hurriedly went over and carefully greeted.

"Go! Call the twenty most powerful Spartans in our family here!"

Pompey said in a heavy voice. Although he was unable to use the family treasury easily, those unruly Spartans Warriors he still had the right to rule over.

"Satan, don' t you want the Spartan slaves? I'll give it to you!"

Pompey laughed coldly, his eyes carried a trace of killing intent and scheming.

Back then, he had been completely frightened by Ye Tian. But on the way of return home, the endless anger and resentment had arisen in his heart, causing a scheme to arise in his heart.

Not long after, twenty shackled slaves were brought over. Clearly, they had yet to be tamed.

They were extremely strong. Their faces were covered in scruffy beards, and there were many scars on their backs, left behind by the whip. And the depths of their eyes flickered with cruel light.

This was a group of unruly Spartan slaves!

"I know that you hate us, also know that you wish to kill us. But I know the most important thing is that you wish to regain your freedom and return to your homeland!"

As he looked at these cold slave warriors, Pompey did not show any fear, but the extremely happy instead. Wasn' t the enough killing intent of these Spartan slaves exactly what he wanted right now?

"Now, I' ll give you a chance to kill the slaveholder and escape. As for whether you can escape from the city, it's up to you!"

With a cold laugh, Pompey said indifferently. Causing the pupils of all the Spartans to shrink slightly.

"Listen up. Tomorrow, I' ll send you all to the hands of a slaveholder. I' ll give you a chance to undo your shackles. My request is very simple, waiting for the opportunity to kill that slaveholder."

Seeing the throbbing in these slave warrior's eyes, Pompey said it lightly. He knew that his plan had already been completed by half.

The sudden rampage of twenty Sparta slaves, Satan would undoubtedly die!

Pompey laughed coldly in his heart.

Not only would he be able to vent his hatred by killing Satan, he would also not have to pay this huge amount of money.