"Do it! We will do whatever the boss says!" In the crowd in the open space of the mint, I don't know who took the lead and shouted this first. Then, another echo sounded: "Follow the boss! Alexander wants to go against us, so he will oust him." He said that there were more and more voices following Felic, and gradually gathered into a sea of ​​sound waves. Finally, thousands of coin craftsmen, led by their respective foremen, shouted slogans like a tsunami.

Although Felic is a person with a wide range of knowledge, he has never experienced this scene. He suddenly felt the heroic spirit of King Cheng Ba, and began to float up. He pulled out his sword that had been prepared long ago and waved into the air: "Success and failure are here. Everyone obeyed my orders. From today on, we will start a strike and not produce a gold coin for the Roman government office. Let the Roman market be short of currency, force Alexander to give in to us and dispel the idea of ​​infringing on our interests. If he dares to send troops to suppress us, we will take up our weapons and fight him, break into the city of Rome, and drive him off the throne of the emperor!" As soon as he finished speaking, the audience burst into cheers...

The noise in the mint attracted the attention of the Roman guards outside the gate. A sentry on duty said, "What are they crying and howling inside? Should they go and see or report to the chief?"

Another answered: "What do they do? Our responsibility is to guard the safety of the mint. As long as there is no invasion by outsiders or people inside stealing from outside, it is not our turn to do anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gate of the mint suddenly opened, and the black crowd was surging out. Several guards on duty suddenly changed their faces, and a small leader shouted: "What are you doing so many of you? The people in the mint need the approval documents of your general manager when going out, and everyone has to go through a careful inspection."

At this moment, a person who looked like a foreman suddenly showed his arm that had been behind him. The Roman soldiers then realized that he was holding a big stick in his hand.

The foreman shouted, "This is the document", while knocking the big stick on the head and body of the soldiers. In addition to this person, the rest of the people also showed off the sticks in their hands and waved them to the rest of the unexpected Roman soldiers.

These Roman soldiers were unprepared and did not know how to deal with it in the flash. Although they carried swords, they did not dare to kill. In fact, even if they drew out the swords, they could not change any results at the extreme disadvantage of the number of people. In just a few minutes, they were beaten and fled back to the small military camp near the gate of the mint.

There was a 100-man team stationed in this military camp. Before the centurion could even ask what had happened before he saw these subordinates with bruised noses and swollen faces. Thousands of mint craftsmen holding wooden sticks poured into the camp like a tide.

When the centurion noticed that he was shouting and asking his soldiers to take up the shields and spears and swords to resist, it was too late. His soldiers were divided and surrounded by craftsmen, and all the shields and spears and swords equipment were also snatched away by these craftsmen. Several large and thick craftsmen also tried to twist and tie him up. Of course, the centurion would not be willing to submit. While resisting, he shouted: "What are you trying to do? You can't go crazy..." Before he finished speaking, his face had been hit three times by a strong man's fist as big as a pot bowl, and he was knocked unconscious on the spot.

After the centurion was awakened by a basin of cold water, a familiar figure appeared in his blurry gaze. When his vision became clearer, he realized that it was the face of Felic, the chief manager of the Mint, who was looking at him with a treacherous smile.

The centurion woke up in shock and exclaimed: "Felic, it turns out that the riot was instructed by you. What do you want to do!?"

Felic smiled and shook his head, then said calmly: "No, no, I am a dignified Roman Empire official, how dare I rebelled and rioted? These workers and craftsmen just carried out strike operations. I thanked their trust and were elected as the leader of the strike operations."

"Strike? Mints are not private industries, but crucial industries of the empire. According to the imperial laws, in such industries, strikes and the collective refusal of the army to go to the battlefield are of the same nature and are acts of rebellion! In addition, what are you going on strike for?"

The smirk on Felic's face turned into a sneer again. He continued to say in a calm manner: "You say it's a rebellion or a rebellion. Anyway, I didn't plan to live when I was determined to cause trouble! For what? Naturally, it was to protect my own interests. Alexander abused his power and wanted to embezzle our interests. Go back and tell him to dispel this idea. We respect him as the emperor of Rome, otherwise we can only fight to the death. He weighed the consequences, and he should know that the people who opposed him were not just us, the few thousand people!"

Let's talk, Felic waved his hand. People took these Roman soldiers out of the barracks and sent them three or four miles away before they could loosen their ties.

After driving the 100 Rome away, several foremen surrounded Felic and asked, "Master General, what should we do next?"

Felic said with preparation: "In order to prevent the sudden attacks of the government army, we are now defending the hills of Afantino, and recruiting heroes from all sides at the same time."

"But these thousands of us have weapons and food..."

Felic interrupted him with a laugh and said, "We have nothing here, but we have money. What can't be done with money? Don't worry, our people in the city have contacted weapons and grain merchants. They may send weapons and grain to Mount Afantino now."

...

In the city of Rome, in the consul's residence, Alexander was reviewing documents absent-mindedly. However, he was not interested in any of these documents except those related to the army. Before long, he could not hold back and could not sit still. He stood up and said to the attendant: "Let's go out and go to the guards camp."

At this moment, his mother Amyas walked in and said in a majestic and polite tone: "Your Majesty, when is it now? You are still wandering around like you usually do. Have you followed up on the Mint? This is a matter..."

Before Amyas finished speaking, he was interrupted by Alexander: "My mother, don't worry, I have submitted that matter to the Senate and are urging them to consider it."

"This is the most sensitive moment, and anything can happen. This is our first step to reorganize the chaos in Rome, and it is crucial."
Chapter completed!