On the mound, as soon as the leader finished speaking, the hungry rebel soldiers rushed forward like wolves and tigers, scooped out water from the bucket in various containers, and poured it into their mouths. When they drank enough, they realized that they were hungry, so they grabbed the white bread with burnt yellow spots in the bamboo basket and started to chew them in big mouthfuls.

In less than half an hour, the water and bread were all over the place. Many people were burping and holding swords and guns. The two leaders were also full of food and drink, waiting for the enemy to play some tricks next. They thought that someone would come out to persuade the surrender again in Feng Yu's army, but to their surprise, the enemy under the small mound had no movement, but continued to surround the mound without any slacking off.

Suddenly, one of the leaders felt dizzy. He tried to open his eyes as wide as possible and looked around. He saw that the other leader had already lying on the ground, and many soldiers were shaking and swaying on the ground. He shouted: "No, it's really poisonous..." Before he finished speaking, he collapsed to the ground and fainted.

The sound of Feng Yu's army attacking came from the mound. Thousands of soldiers shouted and rushed towards the mound in large numbers. When they rushed to the top of the mound, most of the rebel soldiers had fallen to the ground and unconscious. Although a few soldiers were not unconscious, they felt weak and could not raise their swords and guns at all. The soldiers who could barely raise their swords and guns were gently lifted by Feng Yu's soldiers with a spear, and removed the weapons in their hands and were captured.

At this time, Feng Yu also walked up the hill. Dian Qing beside him was still complaining: "Lord, I still think they should be burned to death with all the fire. Why bother with this? Not to mention the Ma Fei San of our military doctor, we will also have to allocate additional food to raise these slaves that cannot be used or sold."

Feng Yu waved his hand and said, "Stop talking, do whatever you want."

Soon, the more than 2,000 rebels were tied up. After another hour, they woke up one after another. Some of them began to curse after finding out what was going on. But before they could curse, they were escorted in batches. According to Feng Yu's instructions, they would be escorted to an island less than ten miles away from here and were imprisoned in centralized detention. That small island is more than twenty miles away from the Apennine Peninsula or the main island of Sicily. Even if ordinary people rely on floats, they cannot swim so far.

Feng Yu summoned Simmons again and told him in his ear: "From the future, this nameless island will be a place where these rebel prisoners are specifically detained. This island is of great importance, so you will take three hundred teams to fully manage the offshore island and these prisoners of war. Remember three principles: First, the soldiers should not abuse them for no reason. Otherwise, you will not be able to suppress thousands of people who are angry with bare hands and fists. What's more, more prisoners will be taken to the island in the future. Second, the leader and ordinary soldiers of them must be detained separately. Third, you must attack them first, otherwise when the number of them increases, you will still be in chaos. Remember these three things."

Simmons said in confusion with his hands on the back of his head: "I can understand these first two, but the last one is the best thing to attack the heart. I don't know."

Feng Yu smiled and said, "You don't know, but someone will. In a few days, someone will come to the island to help you, and he will also bring a group of craftsmen." Simmons was even more confused when he said something. He was about to ask questions, but Feng Yu said, "You don't need to ask more questions, you will naturally know when the person comes."

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After everything was done, Feng Yu stayed in the Strait of Messina for another day. When he was about to march along the coast toward Palermo, the capital of Sicily, he rushed to report that another army of unknown origin suddenly emerged from the mountains and appeared on the nearshore plains of the Strait of Messina. However, the number of this group of people did not seem to be large, only a few hundred people.

Feng Yu said in surprise, then flew onto a horse, surrounded by the guard brigade and the generals, and left the camp and rushed southwest. They had only made less than a hundred battles, and indeed they saw a team of hundreds of people in the distance being stopped by a patrol team of hundreds of people.

Feng Yu thought to himself that there was no fight between the two sides, so this team of hundreds must be a friendly army. At least they must have told Feng Yu's patrol that they were a friendly army. When he thought of this, he said to himself in surprise: "I didn't expect there would be a Roman army on Sicily."

Feng Yu quickly rode his horse and whipped it up and rushed over. Seeing that he was coming, the centurion of the patrol hurriedly raised his hand to him, and then introduced: "Report to the consul, the chief of the Roman Empire's 29th Legion in Sicily, Heroes, but he did not have any document and seal to prove his identity."

When Anthony heard the centurion report Feng Yu's title, he immediately asked Feng Yu: "I guess this is the consul of the Milan Legion, which is famous in the Roman government and the opposition."

Feng Yu nodded and said, "It's just below," and then asked back, "Can you tell me the full name, age and occupation of your cousin?"

The man replied without hesitation: "My cousin is the Roman inspector, Pershing Proseus, now forty-seven years old." Then he explained to Feng Yu: "I am indeed the commander of the 29th Legion. The relevant documents and seals that can prove their identity have been lost in the war. But it doesn't matter. You can find any person who has lived in Rome for many years in the early years and it is very likely that he will know me, because I was the head of the security officer in Rome in the early years."

Feng Yu smiled and said, "No need. If you were impersonating a rebel, it is unlikely that you know such detailed information about your cousin. It is not likely that you know your past experience. Before I came to Sicily, I learned about Sicily's imperial officials and generals from information. So it is unlikely that you are impersonating."

After hearing Feng Yu's words, Anthony couldn't help but praise: "Hello Feng Hu is indeed wise. No wonder he was able to achieve so many achievements shortly after he came to Rome."

The two sides continued to talk. Feng Yu then learned about Anthony's rough experience on Sicily.

It turned out that Anthony's 29th Legion was originally stationed in the city of Nicosia in the center of Sicily. But then the outnumbered ones were captured by the rebels, and the army was almost wiped out. Anthony fled into the nearby deep mountains and forests with more than a thousand remaining soldiers. The day before yesterday, the messenger he sent to Rome to contact the court discovered Feng Yu's army and quickly turned around to report to Anthony. Only then did Anthony bring people to inquire about the truth.
Chapter completed!