Augustus Under the Horseshoe

A terrifying flame swept through every wooden house. Thick black smoke covered every piece of blue sky, and the explosion of flames, the transpiration of thick smoke, and the sound of tides resounded through the sky.

The horse was shaking his front hooves nervously. This is not a safe rear, but a front line of war between the Roman Empire and Sassanid Persia. These hyenas, just by making a fire and cooking, the plume of smoke that floats can attract their attention and bring them annihilation.

So, now he burns the village directly, the dark smoke that obscures the sky, and the hot and twisted flames, is rising from the ground-will this scale of movement also attract the other's attention?

"Chief, don't worry about the jackal, let's go first, we only have two hundred warriors, in case the enemy strikes..."

A soldier, looking at the large fortune plundered from his body, and the heads of six jackals, said cautiously.

"Yeah, Chief, it's too dangerous here. The half-man and half-devil cavalry is even more dangerous than the greenskin. Isn't it just a jackal? It is estimated that he was burned to death in the village long ago."

Other people have the same idea. They received quite a lot of goods from this raid. Not to mention the jackals' heads, the shortbow tomahawks and leather shields on their bodies, they can also be exchanged for dozens of gold coins.

Some men and horses even used their clan’s strange trapping devices to capture a few wolves alive, tied their hands behind their backs, and prepared to be slaves to take them back and sell them for money: the legion commander frantically built defensive bases and was very short of labor. He would want these 113 working slaves.

Finally made a small fortune, what if it was intercepted by the enemy at this time? That was really a huge loss.

"Then send someone to investigate in the distance and find the enemy, we are retreating. I still don't believe it! With such a big fire, the jackal would rather burn it inside than come out?"

Chief Yuehan paced back and forth in anger.

"Ocean surface! Chief! The jackal jumped into the sea!"

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed scout called out loudly, and the other person was dead when he was staring, and he was dead when he went out. He simply dropped the heavy armor and shield, and jumped on the burning dock like a gray and white fish. Into the sea.

"Damn it!"

Zhao Xina bent her bow and arrows, and ran to the sea with the horses and horses. However, it was too late when the other party plunged into the deep sea. When he came up again for breathing, he had already swam out a hundred feet away, and the horses were not reconciled. Shooting a round of arrows to cover the sky-at this distance, it's okay to shoot a dense array of enemy forces, shoot a single target...

"Forget it, retreat."

Chief Yuehan sighed and hurriedly retreated with his men and horses. When the Sassanid Persian scout came following the black smoke, there was only a scorched ruin and the marks of countless horseshoes.

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Asia Minor Province·Steel Cage

The men and horses ended their day-long reconnaissance mission and returned to the empire’s terrorist line of defense, which was named the "Steel Cage."

The towering towers scattered on the barriers are as numerous as the stars in the sky. The deep trenches and barriers from north to south extend to the end of the field of vision. This layered solid defense line extends from east to west. Shaoli said, it also has a terrible thickness of thirty kilometers.

Within a few days of the Sasanian Persian attack, the seven legions and hundreds of thousands of servants and slaves had built a desperate defense system.

"Yeah! Good receipt! How many wolves have you caught?"

The soldiers stationed on the outer layer of the defense line greeted them in a friendly manner. The priests hiding behind the battlements also used sacred magic, scouting the camps of those who came, and were afraid of evil demons.

In the gloomy place of the defense line, a very rare psionicist also secretly turned on the detection of thoughts, acting as the second spiritual barrier of the steel cage.

"Great harvest, more than 800 wolves were wiped out this time! A village was ransacked! After so many things were seized, they were exchanged for money from the quartermaster, and they were able to go to the towns of Rome to be happy again."

The telepath read the simple and simple thoughts of the horses and horses, and felt speechless. Anyway, there was nothing. He closed his eyes again. Inside the vast sea of ​​stars, there were a total of forty-one burning stars spewing out flaming coronas. , In the dark and gloomy galaxy, burning blazingly.

However, the brilliant flame is not a warm and hot orange color, but a sacred and magnificent silver color.

Suddenly, three huge stars with silver flames wrapped around their surfaces instantly extinguished in the sea of ​​stars. In the real world, the pupils of the telepath also burned with two imperceptible silver flames.

The psychics who are boring and loyal to the empire read the superficial thoughts of the jackals by the way, trying to take advantage of the pain and humiliation that these captured monsters feel in their hearts to please their boring hearts.

"Pain, torture--ah, what a wonderful dessert."

The telepath tasted the pain of the jackal, as if it were a sweet delicacy, but suddenly found an unusual message.

"The red skin is ordering our people to make huge planks floating on the sea..."

"Damn it!"

The psionicist quietly emerged from the shadows. Under the shining sun, his skin under the golden scale armor and blood-colored robe was dark and evil like a dead body, and at the same time it frightened both parties.

"Sorry! How much do you pay for these gnoll slaves? I buy! Each slave. I will give out ten gold Sudlers!!!"

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"A stupid two-legged beast with a lot of money."

The centaurs and horsemen played with the gold coins in their hands, and soon put this weird thing behind, and went back to the camp to rest.

The telepath immediately escorted the jackal man tied to a rope and hurried back to the torture room. Here, there are the seven most powerful interrogators in the Legion.

The captured Persian princes and daughters were also bought from Painhurs with gold as heavy as Bolanjar's body.

However, the daughter of the King of Kings seems to be an abandoned child, asking three questions about Sasanian Persian's plan. Reading thoughts, dominance, charm, true knowledge... and even physical methods to extract confessions.

The Romans tried all means on her, but they still couldn't get the enemy's strategic deployment-the other party did not hide their own thoughts, but really knew nothing about her father's plan.

"What's wrong, psionicist?"

After a hard interrogation all morning, the torture tube, who was still fruitless, lay down on the carpet and dozed listlessly. Looking at the bunch of gnolls, I felt inexplicable.

"Don't sleep and get up to work! These wolves know, no, they have seen part of the King of Kings plan! I need more personnel to break their line of thinking!"

The inquisitor struck a carp, immediately got up from the ground, and summoned all the guards. Escort the Jackal to the dark red torture camp.

The old tent, showing a strange dark red, a cold, gloomy chain, hanging from the dome of the tent, two chains, even hanging upside down a skinned humanoid, warm blood , Still following his naked flesh and blood in the air, ticking, ticking, slowly accumulating a lake of blood on the ground.

Through his drooping tail, and the horns of his forehead, the eyes of the jackal were trembling violently with fear. They can be sure that this male creature that has been skinned is a tall Teflin on weekdays.

All around the interrogation camp were filled with all kinds of sharp knives, saws, and sharp needles. Even the weird metal blades-these instruments of torture have not been cleaned at all, and the blood stains on them are still clearly visible.

"clang!!!"

The jackal man in a state of extreme fear was taken aback by the sudden sound. The interrogators deliberately picked up two sharp daggers and collided lightly, and further destroyed the jackal with the crisp metal rubbing sound. Psychological defense.

first of all. Show a poor man who has been tortured for a long time, and all kinds of gruesome instruments of torture, so that the interrogated person can foresee their miserable future and weaken their spirit.

Then, making all kinds of terrifying noises, such as the grinding of blades, intimidated one step closer and hit the opponent's psychological defense. Then he was using physical pain to make them completely surrender.

The interrogators of these legions are all top torture masters. They understand how to quickly destroy the spirit and will of the tortured. People who have gone through their interrogation, no matter how tenacious and determined their minds are, they will eventually collapse completely. In the face of the spiritual torture of the mage or priest, they have not been able to form any effective deception and resistance.

"Huh!"

Under the control of the inquisitor, the chains of the dome seemed to have suddenly gained life. The metal chains covered with blood scabs, like vicious snakes, squirmed their cold body, and entangled the feet of these hyenas. , Hung them upside down inside the camp.

Looking at the Roman soldiers who were slowly approaching themselves, waving their terrifying equipment, the poor jackals wailed in fear, and every hair on his body was trembling crazily because of fear!

The hyenas suddenly reacted, this camp is not dark red at all, the dark red face on the book is all sprayed on it, slowly solidified blood!

"No! No! Don't come here!"

"We say! Say! Whatever you ask, we all say!!!"

"Benevolence! Benevolence! Benevolence!!!"

"be quiet!"

The interrogator scolded angrily. The sharp blade in his hand was as fast as lightning, and he directly cut open the neck of a jackal. The dripping blood, like a waterfall, spewed out along his wound, smearing the Roman soldier into a blood-colored demon.

"Don't interfere with my work, your noise will distract me! The empire does not need the enemy's confession! The commander of the legion warned us that confessions are deceptive. In the long history of the empire, there are many survivors. The enemy, pretending to be surrendered, provided false information to the legions, causing heavy losses to those legions.

Therefore, only by completely destroying the enemy's will, and then using magic and psychic energy to conduct mental interrogation, is the foolproof result. "

The judge showed a colder and more unforgiving smile than the devil. Under the horrified gaze of the jackal, he took out a sharp saw and gently pressed it on the opponent's trembling and twisting calf, but still unable to escape the shackles of the chains. Above.

Accompanied by the sound of friction between metal and flesh, the tragic wailing sound, and the size of the eerie and terrifying mania like a ghost. Contaminate. The dripping blood splattered on the interrogation camp seemed to be thicker.

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