Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Behind Peturabo's attrition tactics and a series of tragic victories, there are mountains of dead bodies and countless pieces of miserable ruins that have been razed to the ground.

The province of Chiriqia, which was captured by the King of Kings, has long been restored to its former order, and the streets and lanes are covered with Persian laws written in elven scripts.

The civilians and captives were properly preserved by Teflin as a tool. Their lives were not disturbed too much by half-humans and half-devils—these half-devils with blood flowing on their bodies, and even gnolls and other monsters are strictly forbidden to be vassalized and plundered. The cities and villages of surrender.

As long as they can contribute to the Third Reich of Persia, artisans, fishermen, and peasants can continue to maintain their daily lives, continue to work hard as the king of kings, not Augustus, and pay corresponding taxes to maintain the war machinery. Running.

In order to maintain the stability of Chiriqia, the gods of the gods even retained the dominance of some elves and nobles, and promised them the temptation of money, power, and even eternal life in exchange for the allegiance of the other party-the Great Isi Ai, to It is not a momentary plunder, but an eternal rule.

However, those merchants and slaves were imprisoned in batches, serving as an army of slaves that consumed the enemy's power, or as a miserable sacrifice for summoning the devil. The property was also used as the food and supplies for this huge army.

And the imperial territory swept by Peturabo? All working-age laborers, regardless of gender, were recruited to become miserable laborers in 1997 all day long.

Under the propaganda slogan "For the Empire", they were the masters of the Fourth Army. They built solid wooden walls and horses, and dug wide and deep trenches and pits on the front line.

But their homes were completely destroyed by soldiers, brick by brick, grass and wood, all demolished, transported away, and turned into a brick tower on the front line.

In just a few days, almost one-third of the villages in the Province of Asia Minor were razed to the ground by Peturabo himself.

This harsh method is naturally criticized by many people. Countless governors, lords, discovered that their territories were completely removed by the commander of the war, and they were so angry that they did not dare to clashed with the seven legions, but they dared to use the most sensational methods to kill Petura. Broken things, written clearly, sent to Augustus of Constantinople.

For a time, countless pieces of impeachment letters, like snowflakes, poured into the White Tower of Constantinople.

In the Eastern Roman Empire, there was a spy force composed of Transfiguration Monsters, inquiring into the secrets of the enemy.

Sassanid Persian, there are also countless devil monarchs who are proficient in temptation and deception. They come to the ears of the elves and whisper sweet and seductive whispers, encouraging them to fall into purgatory.

Taking this opportunity, a large number of corrupted chess pieces also spread negative information about Peturabo, trying to bring down this terrifying opponent from the inside.

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The seven legions, relying on wooden lines of defense, take turns to block, consuming the evil army of the King of Kings. The lord of the Fourth Legion, who had just withdrawn from the front line, just slept, replenished the depleted spell slots, and put himself into hard work under the first ray of sunlight in the morning.

Peturabo personally entered the carpenter's workshop, took out a variety of exquisite tools, and skillfully carved and polished the huge tree stumps and the floors removed from the houses into the shapes they needed.

Accompanied by the crisp and melodious metal crashing sound, the high and stern sound of wood cutting, the dense and noisy footsteps of the servants, the commander of war breathed a long sigh of relief. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he looked at the results of his labor with satisfaction.

A giant scorpion crossbow with a bow arm and a length of ten meters was finally assembled successfully under the hard work of the commander.

"What a beauty, I can't wait to see her stepping into the battlefield. I seem to be able to see, with the deafening roar, she shoots a terrifying spear that is three meters long!! Those **** demon-born **** are like skewers, nailed together fiercely!!"

A rough finger deep in Peturabo gently rubbed the bow arm of the scorpion crossbow. As if it were the tender skin of his lover. In the hard and cold pupils, finally revealed a gentle expression.

"Well, now I have some time to concentrate on enchanting her, what's the matter, let the commander of the Second Legion decide for me."

The lord of the 4th Legion waved his hand at random. Just as he was about to proceed to the next step, his body suddenly stiffened, and the contact information of Pigeon Whispering Court once again spanned thousands of kilometers and passed to his ears.

"Cuckoo! The commander of the Fourth Sisu Army, the commander of the Battlefield of Asia Minor, Peturabo! The noble and great Augustus will be personally teleported to the battlefield, accompanied by the Supreme Master of the White Tower, please You put down everything you have on hand and greet you. Cuckoo!"

Peturabo shook his body, quickly put down the work at hand, and greeted the emperor and the teacher with anxiety.

"Damn! What's going on to allow Augustus and the Supreme Mage to be on the battlefield at the same time? Didn't I just offend a few governors and demolish dozens of villages? It's not too much... My own tactics have effectively resisted the edge of the king of kings army, one is the emperor of the empire, and the other is his former arcane teacher...Why did they suddenly come to the front line??"

After breaking the six lines of defense intermittently, Sasanian Persian suffered a similar loss, and also retracted into the occupied area of ​​Cilicia, silently licking his wounds. The masters of the remaining six legions also came from their respective defense lines. Welcome the arrival of the most noble man in the empire.

"call-"

Accompanied by the terrifying storm and the increasingly surging arcane energy, the predetermined coordinates gradually distorted, tearing apart a horrible blue fissure!

This high-level teleportation spell is like a stone thrown into the water. In the world, it stirs up ripples of arcane arts. A pair of patterns embroidered with psychic energy, like a large withered hand like a corpse, rushes out of the gap. Tear to both sides, in the predetermined space, torn out a primitive, but huge portal. One purple, one gray, two slender figures appeared.

The seven legion commanders, along with their guards, hurriedly bowed to salute the two who had been sent.

The headed person was a young man with a gloomy look. He was wearing a luxurious purple robe and a gold crown on his head. His haggard eyes were like two burning scarlet karma fires. The black eye circles were even more obvious.

The thin neck droops slightly, describing the withered body and the unusually thin shoulders, shaking under the weight of the crown and purple robe.

Faius Arcadius Augustus. The emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire.

The other person was a weak old man. He was dressed in a gray robe of the archmage, with his big wrinkled hands like dead wood, holding a fine staff made of mithril, and the skin exposed outside the clothes was densely embroidered with countless lines. Psionic lines.

Arcane and psychic energy, two diametrically opposed terrifying energies, spilled out of his thin body at the same time, surging around him!

Just some spilled energy made all the mages and psionicists present pale and sweated like rain-the terrifying energy spilled out was like a heavy sea, which made them almost out of breath. , Is a terrible force that they can't reach for their entire life!

Not qualified to see Augustus, the happy and leisurely men and horses on the sidelines, even being affected by this horrible atmosphere, Painhurs's feathers exploded, looking into the distance in horror-the power of this empire hidden in the dark, far Far beyond my imagination.

The Supreme Master of the White Tower of the Empire: Mageweave Macado. A legendary Erlan (human psionicist) who has lived from the Roman Republic era to the present.

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