DLERB -Chapter 191 Caesar Fighting for Food — A Dirty Bread Cake That Shatters Rome’s Last Pride

Ying Ziye’s words fell.

Behind him, a military scribe immediately bowed.

“Yes!”

With a wave of his hand, dozens of clerks holding abacuses rushed excitedly toward the half-collapsed Senate building.

“Clack! Clack! Clack!”

The crisp sound of beads clicking echoed across the ruins.

“Columns, high-grade marble—twenty recorded!”

“Fresco, ‘Genesis of the Gods’—record it!”

“Gold statue, missing a head—calculate by weight! Hurry, bring the scale!”

On the other side.

Wang Li raised his hand.

“Set up the pots! Start the fire!”

The logistics soldiers of the 800 cavalry quickly unloaded more than ten large field cauldrons from the carts.

“Crash!”

Bags of millet were poured into the pots.

Water was added.

Soon, flames rose.

“Gurgle… gurgle…”

The rich aroma of millet porridge mixed with dried meat filled the air, pushing aside the stench of blood and burning debris.

The Romans, previously kneeling lifelessly along the roadside, all twitched their noses at the same time.

One… two…

All of them slowly raised their heads toward the steaming cauldrons.

A nearby Roman soldier could no longer endure it.

With a roar, he suddenly jumped up and rushed toward the nearest pot like a madman.

“Food!”

Wang Li’s expression darkened. His sword slid out with a sharp clang.

“Die!”

Before the blade could fall—

Ying Ziye raised his hand.

Wang Li stopped instantly.

“Your Highness?”

Ying Ziye said nothing.

A Qin centurion immediately understood.

“Maintain order!”

“Yes!”

One hundred Qin infantry stepped forward.

They did not draw blades.

They simply reversed their spears.

“Thud!”

The heavy butt of a spear smashed into the Roman soldier’s back.

He screamed and fell to the ground.

“Queue up!”

The Qin centurion’s voice was not loud.

But everyone heard it.

More Romans stood up.

Thin, starving, clustering together like chicks waiting to be fed.

“Thud! Thud! Thud!”

Qin soldiers expressionlessly used spear butts to strike those who tried to crowd forward.

Not lethal.

But painful.

“Step back!”

“Form a line!”

“Trying to cut in line? Try me first!”

The same mob that had just beaten each other to death over fake gold coins now obeyed obediently.

They shoved and squeezed.

Soon, a crooked line formed in front of the first cauldron.

Those at the back stared anxiously, terrified there would be nothing left when their turn came.

A ragged man tried to squeeze in from the side.

Bang!

A spear shaft struck his face. He spun in place, two teeth flying out with blood.

He didn’t dare complain.

He covered his face and obediently returned to the end of the line.

Order was established.

In the most primitive—but most effective—way.

At that moment.

A group of Qin soldiers dragged out more than ten people from the ruins of the inner fortress.

They wore torn silk robes, their faces smeared with blood and ash.

At the front was Caesar.

One of his legs was bent at a strange angle. Two Qin soldiers dragged him like a dead dog.

“Let me go!”

Caesar struggled weakly, raising his head and shouting in rough Latin:

“I am Caesar! Consul of Rome! You cannot—”

Ying Ziye didn’t even look at him.

A personal guard behind Ying Ziye reached into his ration bag.

He pulled out a hard, crusty flatbread.

He had already bitten half of it.

During the dragging of Caesar, it had fallen to the ground and been stained with dust and ash.

The personal guard glanced at it and casually threw it out.

Plop.

The flatbread landed at Caesar’s feet.

Caesar’s voice stopped abruptly.

He lowered his head and stared at the piece of bread stained with dirt.

Inside his stomach, a thunderous hunger erupted like molten lava.

Dignity?

The pride of a consul?

What even was that?

His Adam’s apple moved.

In that split second of hesitation—

A nearby captured senator suddenly lunged forward like a madman.

“Mine!”

Caesar’s rationality snapped.

“Get lost!”

With his only healthy leg, he viciously kicked the senator in the face. Then he threw himself onto the ground like a starving beast, grabbing the filthy flatbread and shoving it into his mouth.

He devoured it frantically, barely chewing, choking and rolling his eyes—but still refusing to let go.

The surrounding Qin soldiers were stunned.

Wang Li’s expression turned contemptuous.

He spat out two words:

“Animals.”

At the same time.

Wang Jian and Meng Tian entered Rome’s central treasury.

This place was far from the explosion center and remained mostly intact.

Thick bronze doors had been violently breached by Qin engineers.

Inside—

Gold.

Blinding gold.

Mountains of coins stacked into piles.

Open chests overflowing with jewels glittering in every color.

Walls hung with gem-studded tapestries, shelves filled with gold and silver vessels.

Two of Great Qin’s top generals walked silently through it all.

Meng Tian stepped forward and picked up a pure gold goblet from a pile of artifacts.

It was heavy.

Intricately engraved.

He weighed it in his hand for a long moment.

Then he turned to Wang Jian.

“Old General…”

His voice was slightly dry.

“If we had chosen to assault this city directly…”

“How many of our Great Qin brothers would have had to die just to obtain this one cup?”

Wang Jian did not answer.

He reached out and touched a silver column.

A cold sensation flowed through his fingertips.

He closed his eyes.

As if he could hear the cries of battle, smell the blood of his comrades.

But none of it had happened.

The city had killed itself.

Wang Jian withdrew his hand and simply said:

“Attacking the heart is best.”

Meng Tian tightened his grip on the goblet.

The two veteran generals looked at each other.

And said nothing more.

Ying Ziye rode slowly through Rome.

On both sides of the road, Romans knelt, head down, drinking porridge.

They did not dare look up.

The sound of Qin horse hooves was the footsteps of gods.

The procession moved forward.

Finally, they stopped before an enormous circular structure.

It was built of massive stone blocks, dozens of meters high, with layers upon layers of arched entrances stacked like a stone mountain.

Though damaged at the edges, its core still radiated a wild, powerful majesty.

Wang Li rode up beside it, curiously examining the structure.

“Your Highness, what is this place?”

“It looks like a giant ring.”

Ying Ziye reined in his horse and looked up at the towering structure.

He pointed at its massive silhouette with his whip.

His voice was soft, but clearly heard by everyone:

“A place where people watch others kill for entertainment.”

He lowered his whip.

And issued the final order of the day.

“Clean it up.”

“Bring all the Roman nobles here.”

“I will hold a trial.”