Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The walls of Abkhazia are not the fortress of Viselius. The mud and wooden walls built in a hurry, the Teflin, which has colonized the city for hundreds of years, have long used the rocks of the Caucasus Mountains as their city. Surrounded by a thick stone barrier, the Horde was unable to attack any enemy town until Greenskin found a sufficient number of siege machines.

As a result, 10,000 horses were reduced to zero. Like a swarm of locusts scattered around the nearby land, the survey marked the pastures, woodlands, hunting sites, and even some open-pit mines... Huh? This village hasn't been evacuated? From the top to the top, the materials were looted, and the residents were all captured as slaves to build the Salmatia steppe.

On the other hand, the sea fleet of the Eastern Gothic Kingdom was too late and destroyed several port towns with empty defense forces. The dead poets also twisted their **** waists and bent down two front hooves, respectfully. Kneeling in front of the warchief.

Soon, these mixed bloods with green dragon blood completed their insidious spells, one by one half-devil captive, in extreme panic and fear, the enchanting arcane controlled every nerve of the brain, like a ridiculous mention. Like a line puppet, dancing lightly in the silver bell-like smile of the dead poet, immediately set off to the unoccupied city of Teflin...

The significance of occupying the Transcaucasus region is very significant. It is impossible for the tribe to expand east of the Salmatia steppe. The savage permafrost is nothing, and the white disaster is getting more and more serious. In the future, he will definitely enter Dacia, Pannonia and other places in the west.

So, since the main force of the tribe is going west sooner or later, it is impossible to allow a country that can pull out 50,000 infantry and 10,000 cavalry to the east of the house. What's more, the Eastern Roman Empire and Sassanid Persia have a cold attitude towards the people and horses. , Even hatred. Controlling the pass of the Caucasus Mountains can also prevent the northern expedition of these two behemoths.

The Romans don’t have to worry. According to the spy’s report, their legions were broken up into broken battle groups, and then half of the soldiers were responsible for defending the sides. The probability of coming over is not high. Even if they come, it’s not that fearsome. Of the terrorist army.

However, Sasanian Persian must guard against possible harassment on the southern side of the Caucasus Mountains-if they give up walking the Caucasus Mountains and dare to circle the Caspian Sea, Painhes will dare to send hundreds of households. , Drove them half a circle around the Caspian Sea, and the exaggerated supply line was completely destroyed, starving the Persian expeditionary army to death.

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Julian calendar 405 years, flowers bloom on the 22nd day. (April 22, 405 AD)

Accompanied by the thrilling sound of horseshoes like thunder and drums, a hundred lightly armed men and horses galloped freely on the grassland, and the towering and steep mountains in the distance became more and more conspicuous in front of them.

The Caucasus Mountains, over this mountain, is the territory of those Armenian Sphinxes.

"Our investigation is a bit far away this time, and we all ran to the southernmost point."

A **** veteran with a naked upper body, almost every burly, strong muscle, with one or two scary scars, looked at the mountains in front of him with a bit of ecstasy.

"Yeah, look, there is a fortress faintly visible in the east. It should be the Abkhazian stone fortress built at the end of the mountain road."

Another young man and horse said with great fighting spirit.

"When the green-skinned war machine is finished, our beast skull dragon flag will be flying on it."

The veteran snorted a bit, although the clan and the gang of greenskins are not fighting together once or twice, the young people of the two clans can even play together.

But the horses and greenskins have been fighting for hegemony on the grassland for many years, and they have accumulated a lot of hatred. The hands of themselves and a group of veterans are covered with the blood of those orcs, and the other party has committed numerous blood debts to their own clan. Two sons, biological brothers, and even the former chief, were all broken under the axe of the green-skin monster...

Just as he was thinking about the past, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a strange thing: the rock on the mountain. Seems to be moving towards yourself?

"There is a situation! Watch out for the mountain!"

The elder man and horse immediately roared and drew out the bow and arrow on his side. The sharp clusters of arrows pointed directly at the mountains and rivers!

One piece, two pieces, three pieces, countless "rocks" are really moving slowly, not an illusion!

"Exposed."

Seeing all the horses, all bows and arrows towards the mountain, a huge and ugly creature, with a grumble of dissatisfaction, he quickly erected his huge hazel body, two burly arms that drooped over the knees like a gibbon. , Raise a horn aloft, blow it hard!

"Woo--"

"Hill Giant?"

The savage soldiers who knew Ferrol quickly recognized the monsters on the mountain. The skin color of these guys was similar to that of rock and soil, and they would really not notice it for a while on the mountain.

Accompanied by the sound of the majestic and distant horn, there are more than two hundred hill giants, climbing from the cover of the rocks and mud, stupid, dull and ugly faces, showing angry killing intent, one after another. With his burly and sturdy long arms over the knees, he vigorously picked up a piece of rock the size of a horse, and smashed it at the position of the horse!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

The blood rage barbarians were caught off guard by this sudden attack. Two hundred huge rocks landed beside them like raindrops. The ground smashed was trembling. Once a man or horse accidentally took a shot, The horrible sound of broken bones can be heard on the spot, and the strong muscles, along with the blood splashing all over the sky, dented shocking pits inside.

And some of the other companions were broken their legs by the roaring boulder, wailing and lying on the ground, moving a little, the wound will be painful, they can only watch the ugly hill giants. In the sound of the horn, lift the second heavy rock! And in the creepy sound of breaking through the sky, it is getting bigger and bigger inside his pupils.

"retreat!"

Hundred households sounded the horn of retreat without hesitation. The banner officer waved the blue dragon flag of the same color as the grassland. After dropping a dozen corpses, he evacuated out of the range of the hill giants.

If the number is the same, this battle can still be fought, but the number of hill giants is more than twice that of our own, and they occupy excellent terrain. Like trebuchets, they have terrifying range and killing... It's a fool to fight them head-on!

"Damn, this, these, guys, no, hooked, ran, so fast! No, meaning!"

The biggest, ugliest and strongest giant leader, angrily threw the boulder in his hand, and found that he could not reach the other side's tail smoke at all, then took out the second huge rock like a vent, and crushed the corpse of a long dead man and horse. Broken into poor fleshy meat sauce,

The news that the patrol was attacked by the giant hills quickly reached the ears of the warchief. Not only them, but also other men and horses, encountered an unexpected enemy when exploring the southern lands: the group of cat-men mercenaries. After Adler was defeated, he didn't give up on the shaky and falling tree of Abkhazia, still acting as the opponent's light cavalry against the horses and men.

In the south, some Sphinx and Jackal from Armenia, under the watchful eye of the eagle, passed through the pass of the Caucasus Mountains in droves. A druid scout even discovered that there was a small group wearing Roman chain mail. A man with a gold cross on a red background and four beta flags? Coming to the north of the Caucasus Mountains too? !

The flag of the Eastern Roman Empire? What kind of situation is this!

Just in case, the druid didn't dare to go down and recognize his compatriots, and hurried back to the chief.

"A group of compatriots who have never seen the flag of the Eastern Roman Empire, the Sphinx, the Jackal, and the giant hills on the Caucasus Mountains..."

Listening to the steady stream of information, Painhurs frowned, feeling his head hurt more and more. It sounds like that, although the two powerful empires in the south did not send their own troops to intervene, they still wanted to intervene in the war in Abkhazia? Or is it that these Teflin colonists are rich enough, or shameless enough, to buy the aid of others at a certain price?

"It seems that this expedition is not so easy, Christina, you are commanding and coordinating the movement of the army instead of me. I have to go back."

The warchief left the warm and soft sheepskin cushion, and along with the mysterious gestures, he quickly tore a portal door constructed purely by arcane arts in the air. The white shadow flashed, and immediately disappeared into the dimly dark door.

After a while, the warchief teleported back again, and beside him there was a rickety figure nodding and bowing: light brown skin, slightly short, but a bit blessed, the king of hill giants: Ferrol.

"Big, big, chief, what, what, command? I, definitely, do my best, finish!"

Ferrol tried his best to curl up his huge body, which was shorter than the white horse, and said flatly. He has been a giant king over the years and he has been very moisturizing, and his severely blessed belly is squeezed together, looking very funny.

"I don’t know much about cat people and jackals, but the hill giants still know the bottom line. I give you a task-there are an unknown number of hill giants in the Caucasus Mountains. You have to get in and become their leader. By."

"Huh, huh?"

Fellow, who knew his abilities well, raised his head in shock. He was at the bottom of his nest of hill giants. If it weren't for the support of the people and horses, it would be impossible to have today's position. When a spy sneaked in Other giants fell and became kings by force? What a joke!

"Don't be nervous, I will go with you chief of the dead poetry. Our illusion, invisibility, and the mare's enchantment control ability are enough to help you defeat any enemy in the dark."

The White Horse played with a dozen mana pearls from Panticapeng, a dark plan, quickly formed in his mind...

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