Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Eternal victory belongs to the Legion! Eternal glory belongs to the Empire! The eternal world belongs to Augustus!!!"

Watching Arcadius personally come to the front line, seven half-step legends, and even the legion commanders who have even reached the legend, knelt in front of him piously, hissing almost fanatical roar.

Augustus nodded slightly and motioned for them to get up.

"Your Majesty? Why did you come to the battlefield in person? It's too dangerous here. The last time we fought, three adult blue dragons suddenly descended from the sky. A mighty thunder came down! It tore one of our lines of defense and at least destroyed a centuries. The King of Kings of Sassanid Persia is not worthy of your personal participation in the war!"

The Lord of the Second Legion asked worriedly.

"Wow."

Augustus was speechless, and wearily shook out the letters written on sheepskin from the dimensional bag. After a short while, the letters that fell like raindrops piled up into a sheepskin that was half a person tall. Gully.

"Peturabo, pick it up by yourself and read it to me."

Arcadius squeezed his own people so hard that he would not be crushed by fatigue. Under the golden crown, a few strands of pale hair gently hung down his young cheeks.

Months of crazy work and pressure from Sassanid Persia made the young emperor turn his head overnight.

The Lord of the Fourth Legion became more and more nervous. He bent down tremblingly, picked up a volume of letters from the ground, and carefully read the words on it.

"Peturabo has arrogant self-esteem. In the name of Augustus, he demolished the small town of Stil, and all the tens of thousands of people in the town were taken to the front line. All their gold and silver deposits were taken up by the lord of the Fourth Army... ··"

Peturabo's eyes widened in surprise and raised his face in disbelief.

"Your Majesty, this is not true! I..."

"Pick up another letter and continue reading!"

"Peturabo made unreasonable troubles, in the name of Augustus, destroyed the village of Azer, and privately merged thousands of people in the village into his own legion-I heard that there are dozens of villages nearby, This person was brutally recruited. Please estimate that the Fourth Army has expanded to a size of 30,000! My Majesty, is this kind of behavior really yours? Is it permitted by the laws of the empire!"

Petura Bohan was raining and almost cried out of grievance. He didn't expect that there would be so many insidious people doing such things behind their backs!

Is it just to protect this kind of scum when he fights his life on the front line? !

"Keep reading!!!"

Augustus pinched the bridge of his nose even harder. In order to finish reading the impeachment letters sent from all over Asia Minor, at least two more wrinkles appeared on his forehead.

"Your Majesty! I, I didn't expand my army privately! These people are all used to build defenses! Our strength is at a disadvantage, and the cavalry is only 20,000 men and horses! Not even a quarter of the enemy!

If you rush into a field battle, if you lose, then Asia Minor will have no more warriors, and all will fall! At that time, the King of Kings will drink the Bosphorus Strait and face Constantinople across the sea! Everything I do is for the empire! ! ! "

"I order you, keep reading!"

Peturabo desperately picked up the third letter, which was even more outrageous.

"Peturabo is a spy sent by the King of Kings! Although the Sasanian Persian army is huge, most of them are slaves and vassals defeated in one blow, which is as far apart as the empire's legion!

He obviously has superior forces, but he can't avoid fighting passively, waiting for those demons to fully assimilate the province of Chiriqia, and completely gain access to the Mediterranean Sea and the bridgehead to conquer the imperial territory!

Moreover, he destroyed several towns and villages, and the line of defense he built has been breached by six Persians in one go! I implore your majesty to change the commander in battle! Change strategy! Can't let those **** continue to stay in the land of the empire. "

The six legion commanders stood in place like statues. In this terrifying atmosphere, they were silent. I don't know what Augustus wants to do.

Peturabo looked at the faces of Arcadius and his teacher in despair, and looked at the faces of Arcadius and his teacher in despair. He understood the strength of the teacher. If the other party really made a move, he would not have a penny. Odds.

"Did you know-most of the courtiers of the empire, the governor asked me for a decisive battle. They hope that the seven legions will use a hearty victory to defeat the Sassanian Persian army on the front, and not this way? It's laboring for the people and fortune, like an endless war of attrition."

Augustus sighed long.

"Your Majesty... I, Petura Boke, ever let you down? The Royal Palace of Armenia! The Giant Fortress in the Caucasus Mountains! I have all contributed!"

"But when you occupied Armenia, you injured more than half of the Fourth Legion! I asked you to conquer the giants, not to destroy them all-what use is it for me to have a poor mountain fortress? Those are the giant soldiers who have been slaughtered by your gunfire!!!"

Seeing the Lord of the Fourth Legion, who was kneeling in front of him, trembling and no longer speaking, Augustus's anger disappeared a little. Continue to say.

"Who were you appointed as the commander of the battle group?"

"Theodosius, your father, the late Augustus."

Peturabo said silently. He dropped his head in despair, waiting for his final judgment.

"Yes, it has been six years since he passed away. Do you think I, is there a good father?"

"No."

The lord of the Fourth Army was very honest and told the truth.

"Emperor Theodosius defeated the Celtic invasion at Hadrian’s Wall, defeated Maximus the Kingslayer of the Western Empire, and supported the God of Punishment as the Supreme God of the Pantheon, and he was in Cold River. , And won the largest civil war in the empire in recent years.

His life is too brilliant and dazzling compared to you who just inherited the throne. "

"Yes, my father is so great, and I am so small."

Arcadius muttered to himself.

"Before he died, he gave Stiriko and the Western Empire to my brother. He entrusted the Eastern Empire and you to me."

"what?"

Peturabo raised his head in disbelief and asked suspiciously.

"My father said, although you do nothing at all costs, you are indeed a very good mage, a very terrifying general! Otherwise, why do you think I appointed you as the commander of war?"

Augustus tilted his head slightly, and Makado understood it, and shot a beam of flames from his index finger, burning the pile of impeachment letters into pitch-black ashes.

"Compared to those ignorant governors and jealous generals, I trust my father's judgment more! Compared with him, the jesters, even me, are so small and sad.

Peturabo, I believe in your decision. "

Arcadius slowly lifted up the lord of the Fourth Legion who was kneeling on the ground. The gray, lifeless and old face of the opponent, after hearing Augustus's words, seemed to be pierced by sunlight. Clouds. The winter snow melted by the fire slowly returned to life.

"I need you, the empire needs you, and millions of civilians also need you-these seven legions, as well as all the resources of the nearby provinces, you can call at will. You can fight this battle as you want!

But, please, please take the head of the King of Kings back to our palace to prove that our decision today is correct. "

"I will not let down your trust today! I will definitely bring the head of the King of Kings to you with my own hands! Your Majesty, I will definitely make your achievements more brilliant and dazzling than your father!! !"

Peturabo knelt down again with tears in his eyes. The ups and downs of life are so exciting, facing Augustus, under such horrible impeachment, almost unconditional trust, the lord of the Fourth Legion tore his hoarse voice, and promised the most to his lord. A solemn oath.

"well."

Arcadius gave a relieved smile, and once again raised the lord of the Fourth Legion, preparing to return to the palace with Marca.

"I have already cut down a few of the most troubled courtiers-some of the letters that were burned, some were even generals like you! It was sent by the commander of the legion!

This time, I forgive you for your crimes and will not disclose your names-but if you dare not obey the command of Commander Z, or if you are doing something like this? The next time I appear here, it will be our Forbidden Army. "