Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Julian calendar four hundred years, Maya month, twenty-fifth. (August 28, 200 AD)

Flights from Asia Minor to Myra

This beautiful fishing village standing on the seashore was instantly devastated. The mighty Teflin cavalry came from the east like a tide, and they were like a terrifying storm engulfing the flames of hell. The harbour was raided, and all the fishing boats were burned in a fire. The rest of the cavalry surrounded the entire village.

Nowadays, various monster clans are scattered in every corner of Asia Minor, cities and fortresses that haven't been occupied, all closed their doors tightly and can't stand firm. Without the support of the legion, there are only a few citizens of the security forces, and they only have the power to protect themselves, and they are simply unable to control the development of the situation outside the city wall.

"Brothers and sisters! Take up arms! Demonite is here! Take up arms and protect our homeland! For the empire!!!"

The fishermen of Myra waved the trident for fishing and the wooden axe for chopping wood in despair. As well as all the weapons they could find, they were carrying out their final resistance. However, three rounds of horrible arrows that covered the sky like migratory locusts, burning the flames of hell, immediately defeated their scattered formation, and hundreds of people fell down. In the pool of blood, hundreds of people were frightened and fled, and hundreds of people were ignited by the arrows of the flames, and their clothes were lit by the flames of the flames. Under the envelope of **** fire, the whole person twisted his arms and let out a bitter cry ! ! !

After the arrow rain of flames, a Teflin cavalry with a man-horse and armor, calling out the name of King of Kings, along with the trembling earth, wildly ran over the fishermen’s ridiculous and fragile line of defense. .

These armored men from Mesopotamia didn't even bother to use their precious lances. They simply relied on the full charge of their hip-horse horses, and they dared to stop the half-elves in front of them and flew high. In midair. The sharp machete with his right hand was raised and dropped again and again, and each time, with the force of the charge, he could accurately cut off a Roman head.

Less than fifteen minutes before the battle broke out, Teflin's horseshoe trampled thousands of broken corpses, completely controlling this insignificant small fishing village.

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"Tread, step, step."

Accompanied by the crisp and sweet sound of horseshoes, a red steed wearing golden scale armor, surrounded by a group of noble cavalry, slowly stopped in the middle of the village. On the sturdy horseback, there is a tall demon descendant.

She was covered in oriental scales painted and dyed gold, and the top of the pointed golden helmet was decorated with scarlet helmets that looked like flames. The slender and round thighs were firmly fixed on the back of the steed by a belt, and one pair was measured for her. The custom-made metal boots stretched to the hem of the scale armor.

In the era without stirrups, the cavalry could only do this to ensure their stability.

The golden armor and clothing, red skin and accessories made this imposing commander look from a distance like a pulsating flame of hell.

"Where is this place? How far are we from Constantinople? What is the loss of food and horses?"

The illegitimate daughter of the King of Kings, the commander of this elite army: Bolanjar, seriously ask.

"We have just interrogated some remaining civilians. This place is called Myra, not far from the western coastline of Asia Minor."

A Sassanian Persian 10,000 rider, sitting on horseback, bends over to salute him very respectfully.

"The remaining dry food is only enough for the army to eat for one day. We must be in this village to obtain rations that can move on. The druids sent out were not on the nearby land and saw the whereabouts of any Roman legions-we did not expose them. ."

Bolanyal nodded lightly and ordered his subordinates to increase the speed of plundering resources. Suddenly, a purple sail slowly appeared at the end of the southern coast.

Teflin's face instantly became gloomy--soon, countless double-deck galleys flying the flag of the Eastern Roman Empire appeared at the end of the horizon!

Thousands of giant ships, densely occupying the entire sea surface, countless canvases, flags, and flags painted with totems of the Eastern Roman Empire and the three legions stacked together, covering the blue sky and huge The fleet stretched to the end of the line of sight.

The three armies of the empire, plus 20,000 alien cavalry, sent a large number of druids to the north while sending out a large number of druids to investigate the movements of the demons on the shore.

Turning into falcons and ravens, the withered druids distributed throughout the coastline have long discovered the movement of this army and their target-Myra Fishing Village.

However, Abhuos was afraid of stunning the snake. If he informs the civilians to evacuate, the other party must understand that he has exposed the prey that he has finally caught. How can he let him escape?

Therefore, the Chief Withered Bones did not tell the people here about the army’s incoming information. The druids hovering in the sky watched these half-elves indifferently. They were slaughtered by the demons and at the same time passed the information to the drifters. The lord of the second legion at sea: Julian Felavius.

The village of the elves was looted, and the people of the elves were slaughtered.

"Commander! The Roman fleet! Their army is coming! Damn! The Roman Empire did not walk, but came by boat! Damn elves!"

The demons took a breath, and looked at the huge fleet in the south that couldn't be seen at a glance. Then Qi Qi turned his gaze to Bolanjar-to fight or to flee?

Bolanyal frowned solemnly, and the small tail on his tail swayed anxiously from side to side. Under her command, there are only three thousand horse-armored Teflin cavalry, twenty thousand blood axe orcs prohibited by order, and seven thousand sphinx sent by Armenia, and a total of thirty thousand mixed cavalry units.

Look at the other party. Although there are many flags, the scarlet flag is only made of brilliant gold and outlines three huge Latin characters of I, II, and XII. The first, second, seventh, and three legions, according to the other party's weaving, are probably 30,000 people.

"Ready to meet the enemy!!!"

The illegitimate daughter of the King of Kings shouted loudly, encouraging the morale of the soldiers under his command.

"Don't be afraid! My brave soldiers! The opponent looks at the crowds, but there are only three legions of numbers! There are only 30,000 professional soldiers! The remaining boats only carry their food and grass. And slaves-those are supplies for us!

Think about it! Where is our enemy? Their soldiers are well trained! Advance, retreat, and uniformity!

However, those Romans are all on board now! They want to line up in a neat formation, they have to jump off the boat and line up under our noses-my dear generals, will you give the Romans time to organize the formation? "

"No! No! No!"

"Then act! It will take some time for the opponent to arrive, burn the port! Line up to charge against the shallows! Orcs, prepare for the rain of arrows! Axmore! Kill all the prisoners immediately and start the summoning ceremony! We need to Reinforcements from Purgatory! For the glory of the King of Kings!!!"

"For the glory of the King of Kings!!!"