Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The herdsmen looked at each other, the commander-in-chief of the Romans? This title seems to be quite big, and the two people in front of them are gorgeously dressed and have extraordinary bearing. Maybe there is something important to find the warchief.

Under the guidance of the herdsmen, Gordon Tius and his eldest son strolled on the land of Dacia. At the moment when the spring flowers are blooming, the pale world wrapped in silver has long become green, as if Cows and sheep, as numerous as stars, stroll leisurely on the pasture.

The group of people crossed the pasture and came to Salmize Getusa. This slurred name is a transliteration of ogre, and her real name is "Terror Fort."

Gordon Tius frowned, hell, after a hundred years, this magnificent fortress city was actually rebuilt by the people, and it looks even more majestic and terrifying.

This place was originally located on a hillside that was easy to defend and hard to attack, and it was surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing a river on one side.

The slaves built a four-meter-high wooden wall on the inner bank of the river at the foot of the hillside.

Halfway up the mountain, a second solid stone wall with a height of five meters was built.

Finally, on the top of the hillside, an eight-meter-high thick city wall was cast. The war arrow towers cast by countless orcs are evenly distributed on the triple city wall, and a large number of siege equipment is everywhere. They even hollowed out the nearby mountains. Numerous artificially dug caves were reinforced and transformed into shooting bunkers, densely packed. Is aimed at the only entrance of Terror Fort.

"Damn, the horror castle of the ogres has been rebuilt! This place is extremely difficult to attack and it is too close to the Danube.

If the tribe is hoarding soldiers, food and grass. As long as they want, these monsters can invade our Pannonia or Macedonia in the Eastern Roman Empire in a short time. Even if he is repulsed or killed, he can easily retreat into the fort and stand by for help. "

Aetius frowned. The strategic position here was too important. Tula really didn't want to leave such a terrible opponent on the Danube defense line of the empire to burn here.

However, the tribe has rebuilt it on the ruins.

The two of them walked across the wooden suspension bridge, along the high slope, and gradually passed through the triple wall, and entered the interior of the Terror Fort. Here, the war chief was turned into a fortress of war, and countless soldiers caught each other in the training ground. Countless blacksmiths forged red iron ingots next to the furnace, and countless slaves carefully stored the grain and materials collected from all over the tribe.

The three mountains surrounding the Fortress of Terror have been excavated into countless dim caves. Some are used to store food, some are used to store weapons, and some are simply mines. Teams of goblins push carts of excavated stones. , Ore, transported to the furnace area of ​​the city for processing and forging.

In the end, before the two came to the largest building inside the castle, a ridiculous sense of sight impacted the vision of the war commander of the Western Roman Empire: this thing is a replica of the Imperial Senate! It's just that it's several times huge, and the gate can even accommodate giant hills.

They didn't have white building materials such as marble, so they used white paint sgurg on the gray stone for a second time.

The two secretly slandered, watching the herdsmen and the city’s guards complete the handover, a team of various armors, Roman chain armor, Persian scale armor, barbarian animal skin armor, and prairie compound armor, all wearing heavy armor, vigilant Send them to the Senate.

The interior here is exactly the same as in the empire, with weeping blood skulls, dark clouds and thunder, evil sun shining, azure golden crowns, ferocious bat wings... dozens of flags representing various clans and kingdoms are covered. Ring-shaped wall.

Centaur, orcs, goths, high elves, giants with angel wings... and even a big, ugly, funny-looking mountain giant, all sitting inside this tall and majestic hall , Discussing various affairs of the tribe noisily.

"Fortunately, the leader of the tribe."

Gordon Tius clasped his fists in his hands, facing the elders of the monsters, lowered his proud head, and bowed deeply to the very conspicuous white horse among the monsters. .

"I, the war commander of the Western Roman Empire, Gordon Tius, propose to you a deal to ask you to cross the Danube and enter Pannonia to help us defeat the Visigothic rebels there!"

The imperial war commander said humbly.

"If it succeeds, the empire and the Visigoths will hoard the wealth of the Pannonian province and ask for it. Your Majesty Augustus will also put this fertile soil under your dragon banner, the Great Chief. Western Rome. The empire is also willing to share the same fate with the tribe and advance and retreat together. I prefer to keep my eldest son, Aetius, by your side as a hostage, as a proof of our covenant."

Payinghurs sat on the stand of the Senate, looking at the two men who were bent over to salute, and sighed that things are impermanent, in a trance, as if seeing the scene of the past.

The first time I saw the Romans was in Gredinian’s Throat Fort. At that time, they were standing on the high tower of Vichymiris fortress, looking down at the people and horses at the foot of the city wall, as if looking at a group of insignificant tiny ants.

When I saw the Romans for the second time, it was in the Royal Court of Diodosia. They arrogantly walked towards themselves and threw the gold on the ground, like a group of nobles hunting on horseback, rewarding the leftover bones to the hounds chasing the herd of deer.

When I saw the Romans for the third time, it was on the battlefield of Cappadocia. They roared at the names of the Empire and Augustus, fought **** battles with their troops, and finally exhausted their ammunition and food and looked humiliated. Abandoned his weapon, kneeled and surrendered.

And now, it was also the fourth time I dealt with the Romans. The commander of the empire respectfully walked into his royal court, circumcision of the land, and even took his eldest son as a hostage, praying for an alliance with his tribe. .

"The Visigoths are a hard bone. When they rebelled last time, the empire paid the blood of tens of thousands of soldiers and the life of an Augustus as the price to repel them."

An Eastern Roman elf who joined the tribe said arrogantly in the arc-shaped auditorium.

"And Pannonia, the Visigoths have been operating there for decades! It is no longer your land! Take the Visigoths land and buy our tribe’s army? Master Warlord, you have an abacus. That’s great too."

"Our army will also attack from Dalmatia and fight with you. At the same time, we will donate a considerable amount of gold, and the amount can be negotiated."

Aetius sighed.

"Joke! Your army????? Under Stirico, there are almost half the army of the Western Roman Empire! After his death, the battle groups composed of Vandals and Orcs all rebelled and slaughtered all the remaining loyalists. You. How many soldiers can you gather from other lines of defense?"

The renegade Roman yelled in the tribe's Senate.

"Seventy-six battle groups. We have seventy-six battle groups and twice as many slaves, which can be taken care of."

"but······"

The elf was trying to say something, but was blocked by the warchief. The pale horse stood up from the thick sheepskin, and the whispers of the surrounding elders stopped abruptly.

"Cross the Danube and attack the Visigoths. Well, we don't lack gold. But we lack land."

The warchief is asking prices wildly.

"The amount of gold, we can talk about it slowly at the banquet. But land, in addition to Pannonia, the province of Dalmatia, I also want it."

"Impossible! The province of Dalmatia is the eastern gateway and corridor of Italy. It can bypass the natural dangers of the Alps and connect with many lands. The empire cannot give it away."

Gordon Tius sat on the floor to pay back the money.

The warchief waved his hand, ordered left and right, and unfolded a beautifully made map of the world. The province of Dalmatia traverses north and south and occupies the entire east coast of the Adriatic Sea.

"Then, I want half. You can keep the northern part of the province of Dalmatia, the part that connects with Italy. In the south, southern Dalmatia, which borders the Eastern Roman Empire, I want it."

Painhurs said in a calm but indisputable tone.

"The tribe needs an outlet to the Adriatic Sea and even the Mediterranean Sea. At the same time, the two businessmen can trade freely without having to pay high taxes.

At the same time, you have to pay for the combat expenses of all my troops according to the employment price in the employment market. "

Gordontius squinted his eyes, squeezing and loosening his palm several times. Finally, he let out a helpless sigh.

What if you don't agree? With this little person in his own hand, how could he beat the bloodthirsty north man of the Visigoths, and the brutal alliance formed by several German clans?

"Deal. The empire used to operate on the Danube Defense Line in Pannonia for many years. There are countless war machines such as scorpion crossbows, trebuchets, and a large number of weapons and armors. Now these things have fallen into the hands of the Visigothic barbarians. If you can defeat these betrayers, those materials will be yours."

"Okay! Go back and organize your army, the war commander of the Western Roman Empire! My army will be assembled in one month to defeat our common enemy!"

Painhurs waved his hand, and the two elders respectfully carried out a bowl of fine wine. The tribal chief, and the war commander of the Western Roman Empire, cut his fingers with a dagger and dripped blood into the hip flask. After shaking it well, he poured it into the two skulls studded with gold and gems.

"Warchief of the Horde, Painhurs."

"War commander of the Western Roman Empire, Gordon Tius."

The two legends held the wine bottle with both hands, slammed them, then raised their necks and drank the blood in the glass.

"Here again promised the most solemn oath to the gods! The two jointly concluded an agreement, the Western Roman Empire and the tribe will be forever together! Fight the Visigoths together!!!"

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Cyan is the actual control area of ​​the tribe, gray is the Visigoth control area, and light red is also the Visigoth control area, but it is also the war commander. The land promised to the tribe,

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