Augustus Under the Horseshoe

For a time, there was a fierce debate among the top leaders of the empire on whether to accept the surrender of Sasanian Persian. All members of the Dove Whispering Court went to work all day without repairs, allowing the veterans, nobles, and the two who were fighting outside of Constantinople to be stationed in Constantinople. The thirteen legion chiefs, come together to discuss this incident, and provide reliable advice for Augustus's final decision.

The opposing sides insisted on their own words, not giving way to each other, and the clamor of noise made Arcadius, who had been restless for months, become weaker and haggard.

The opposition is headed by most of the army commanders and two commanders. They think that this is detrimental to the glory and credibility of the empire. Moreover, as far as the current situation is concerned, they are in an absolute advantage, and it is not easy for them to survive the darkest days. Now they can fight back. Is it necessary to negotiate a peace? What a joke! If you can completely wipe out the army of the King of Kings and invade Tai Xifeng for the fourth time, you will surely endure your name in history and be famous forever-this is the highest dream of every imperial soldier.

And the universal patriarch Luo Jia is a resolute main battle party. As a paladin, he could not tolerate these insidious and cunning nobles and civil servants in the court. He actually wanted to sell his comrades fighting alongside him in exchange for a moment of peace. According to the report from the Dove, the lord of the 17th Legion, On the spot, he drew out his adamantine hard-headed hammer, indicating that he would return to Constantinople and blast the heads of those vicious people.

The supporters who agreed to the peace talks were mostly civilian officials in charge of finances. Their reason was very simple. Several wealthy eastern provinces were completely destroyed. The empire supported the professional soldiers of the 23 legions at the same time. Counting mercenaries consume astronomical amounts of food and money every day! Even a powerful empire cannot sustain this terrible burden for long.

No, a few days ago, the Treasury Department paid the mercenaries one month's commission in advance, and the men alone received more than 1.4 million Sudlers' gold coins! No matter how rich you are, it’s not like that!

What's more, this time the Great Patriotic War was fought, and even if it was won, it would not be possible to rely on large-scale plunder to obtain sufficient wealth to fill the horrific attrition caused by this war.

As the author said, it was the commanders of the army who made meritorious service, and the generals who received praise from the frontline, but in secret, they were trying their best to fill the financial loopholes and thankless, but it was themselves civilian officials.

Why?

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Julian calendar four hundred years, Julius month, the seventeenth. (February 13, 200 AD)

The Twelfth Thunder Corps, and the combined fleet of the 30th Urpius Victory Corps, took two weeks to finally reach the border between Asia Minor and Syria, a huge bay in the northeastern corner of the Mediterranean Sea. At the end of the bay is the last port that needs to be burned down. When the fleet razes this place to the ground, the task is completely completed and it can be turned back.

And Pain Hess, lying lazily on the sheepskin, talking on the phone with sister Christina, who is thousands of miles away, there is a mercenary of a psionicist in front of Anna’s son—she even gave Not as high as the front hoof of a rouge horse.

Christina played with a two-handed sword reflected in the cold light in her right hand, gently draped it on his cold sweaty and trembling neck, and in her left hand, she shook a huge animal skin pocket with countless golden coins. With the shaking of her wrists, they collided with each other inside the pockets, clinking.

"Fine, I agree."

The trembling psionicist sighed, and finally succumbed to the force of the centaur. A psychic link, traversing thousands of kilometers, connected to the head of the chief, allowing these three to perform a certain degree Communication, dialogue-anyway, if you have money, you don't suffer much.

Immediately afterwards, the psionicist from Thrace regretted it. She originally thought that the leader of the Centaur had any important information that she needed to help convey. As a result, the three Centaur actually used her as a medium to convey all kinds of nasty things. The words of love, confessing each other's emotions without evasiveness, the love show's sky is falling in a mess, sour the middleman to the point, and it feels like the stomach is filled with dog food.

The most uncomfortable thing is that every word of love of these mares in front of them has to be passed on to the chiefs of the horses and horses in the distance.

And the sweet words and all kinds of nicknames that the pale white horse uttered, she would pass on to the two ladies in front of her as they were-damn, don't these monsters know what shyness is? ! Just hearing it, my face started to get hot because of my shyness!

The half-elf felt that in just a few minutes, he had almost finished all the love words of his life, and his cheeks had already turned red like an apple—these nomads were really open.

"By the way, has the money promised by the Romans come down?"

After turning over me and me, Painhurs finally talked about the business, and the mercenary girl who was almost collapsed took a long breath, and the heat of her face gradually began to cool down.

"Well, I gave half of it to my subordinates, and I have more than 700,000 gold coins on hand-the last time I gave it hasn't been spent yet."

"Buy all the armor and bring it back to Gredinian. If the empire doesn't sell it, look for those mercenaries. If the mercenaries don't sell, you can add money. You can buy as much as you can. They can't be converted into strength gold coins. iron."

Painhurs said lightly.

"We have too few craftsmen. A falling hammer blacksmith can only forge a few hundred round iron wires. This is just the beginning. The blacksmiths have to weave the iron rings together finely. , Forming a chain armor hemlock. Even the most exquisite master blacksmith can weave a palm-sized chain armor shirt in a day—but they can rely on a mold to create hundreds of cone-shaped armor piercing arrows in a day Arrow.

What's more, their craftsmanship for forging armor is far inferior to the craftsmen of the dwarves, and is incomparable with the craftsmanship of the Romans and Sassanids. So, let them forge arrows and weapons. These are nearly a million gold coins. Here we buy thousands of Roman chain armors, find soldiers, mercenaries, and purchase the Persian scale armors that they have seized at a high price. , And then take it home to arm our clan into a steel army. "

"Yes, Warchief."

Christina pretended to be serious and made a small joke. Then, that beautiful face burst into a beautiful smile that made people intoxicated, and she said with some complaints.

"Are you not done yet? It's been two weeks, why is it so slow. Christian and I miss you."

"Almost, soon. Today is the last port. If it burns down, we will go back."

Painhurs comforted his partner.

"By the way, those mercenaries are not making trouble for us? I originally wanted to stand up, but I didn't expect to be pulled out to fight directly. Are you okay?"

"Well, no problem, those fire giants are scared and afraid to disturb us."

Christina's pair of blood eyes, which were as brilliant as rubies, swiped to the right subconsciously: three cracked giant skulls were placed beside her mattress, the terrifying cracks, and the great golden sword in her hand. The edge of the sword is exactly the same.

"That's good, wait for me, we can go back soon."

Listening to the familiar imperial battle roar and the terrifying burning sound of the flames, the warchief understood that a new round of offensive had begun, and he had to end this brief communication reluctantly, rushing to the deck, and doing Good preparation for battle.

Nearly two hundred double-deck galleys surrounded the last port. The first row was a battle sequence consisting of fifty warships. At the same time, the empire’s anger was poured into the port, and the entire sea was burning. The soaring flames, docks, fishing boats, and a large number of innocent lives are all in the flames of Greece, disappearing in ashes.

The fleet's destructive offensive against the last port lasted for half an hour. The black rainstorm, burning with angry fire, like tears of death, spilled on every house and burned everything the soldiers could see. It's a dark wasteland and ashes.

"The mission is over, return home."

Malfurion stared at the burning wasteland and finally let out a long sigh of relief. Although I don't know why, the demons actually blocked them only once, and then, almost like air, did not interfere with any devastating burning action. But-whatever it is, the task is complete anyway.

Using the corner of his eye, the drow stared at the pale white horse on the other giant ship, and sighed deeply.

As the master of the Twelfth Army, he naturally also received communications from the empire. Understand the choice Augustus is facing now. However, the drow naturally stood on the side of the main battle faction without hesitation, and wanted to use this war to win eternal fame for himself.

Besides, what a joke! The guy repelled the Sassanid Persian's Damu Protector with his own strength. There were two hundred warlocks beside him. He really wanted to fight. The ghost knew how many good players he would lose here. It is extremely ridiculous to give up such a powerful chess piece. Those civilian officials who have never been on the battlefield know it in a day.

"Soldiers! Nice work! You have accomplished your task brilliantly and burned the shipyard and port of Sasanian Persia! Eliminated the threat from the sea from the empire! Your legion, your hometown, your wives and children, will I am proud of your feat today!"

The lord of the legion decided not to think about these **** problems anymore, and turned his head to give an impassioned speech to his soldiers.

"Congratulations! Soldiers! The empire has won an unprecedented victory in the Palestinian battlefield! Dozens of soldiers from legions are marching north!

Nowadays! We will return to the steel cage! After cutting off the sea power of those bastards, the King of Kings is like a cooked duck, trapped by you in Cilicia! Next, we are going to get the opponent's Xiangshang head and hang it on the handsome flag of our army! We want the Sphinx to pay the price for their shameful betrayal! We will once again invade those half-devil capitals like Trajan the Great hundreds of years ago! Plunder their wealth! For the empire! ! "

"For the Empire!!"

Under the double enchantment of glory and money, the soldiers were somewhat dissipated in morale, and were completely mobilized by the lord of the legion. Standing on the rough sea, they raised their swords and spears high, looking far away. Go, like a metal forest shining with sharp cold light.