Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Several members of the Austrian law team in black robes stopped casting spells and watched vigilantly at the nomadic Etius dressed in sheepskin, wearing a felt hat, using psychic energy, and slowly drifting up the city wall.

In fact, they want to stop it, but they can’t stop it. Magic and psychic power are cast in completely different ways. One is to use magic nets or the arcane energy surging in the body to cast spells, and the other is to manipulate subspaces and twist and change the real universe. Everyone Unable to stop or disrupt the operation of the other party.

And this renegade battle group has suffered heavy losses after ten consecutive days of fierce fighting. Now only 600 veterans are still fighting. Although the missing number is filled by auxiliary logistics personnel, the quality of these people is completely impossible to follow. The veterans are on par.

"What did Gordontius' little boy want to do with me? I'm not here with you anymore."

Luther lifted off his dark hood, under his short blond hair, on his blood-stained, determined face, and a pair of dark green eyes that looked particularly hideous and terrifying. He took an ogre into captivity. As his throne, the pitch-black armor was deeply plunged into the soft and fat belly.

"Your brilliance of the battle has been heard by younger generations. A few years ago, you personally led the soldiers under your command. With less than three thousand soldiers, you stubbornly resisted the huge barbaric army ten times more than yourself for a whole week in Soppany, and finally waited. The rushing army came, and defeated the invading enemy in one fell swoop. You are one of the most powerful generals under Stiliko. Your achievements are by no means comparable to a battle group leader. Look, you have an extremely bright future in the empire, but Why betray the Empire? Betray Augustus???"

Aetius admired the other side's achievements, then turned to a look of regret, and questioned the barbarian war commander in front of him.

"I was just a barbarian refugee who was forced to flee the Germanic forest and came to Rome to eat a meal in the midst of hunger and cold. The commander saved me, so that I can wear tenacity, fight under his account, and go all the way. I was promoted to where I am now. He can lead us to victory in all battles, and can also plunder a large number of slaves and prisoners of war, sell them to make a fortune in the war, and let us make a lot of money."

Luther looked in a trance, as if caught in the glory of the past, and then burst out with a low, angry growl.

"What **** Augustus? What **** empire?! From the moment I joined you, his allegiance is the commander of war! Now that he is dead, what do I love to do!!!"

Aetius sighed. This kind of border warlord soldier really only knows generals but not Augustus. Most of the soldiers under his father were of this virtue.

"So, do you want to avenge Stirico? Even the Vandal and Alain forces were defeated by our army in Italy, and the Visigoths were attacked by my father’s seventy-six battle regiments and hundreds of thousands of armies of the tribe. The destruction is only an instant, do you think Alaric can satisfy your vision?"

"This······"

Under the question of Aetius, Luther was slightly shaken. The other party took the opportunity to immediately take out a public document.

"The new imperial war commander, Gordon Tius has an order! As long as the apostasy groups scattered throughout the empire are willing to return to the war commander to continue fighting, the crime of treason will be pardoned immediately! Treatment in the army , Consistent with Stirico's period, even better!

However, if you still refuse to return after hearing this order, then try to be a true betrayal of the empire. The entire empire no longer has a place for you! ! ! The tribe is now an ally of the empire. Whether you walk on the territory of the empire or the grassland of the tribe, you will be ruthlessly hunted down until the entire army is wiped out! The glory record of your battle group will be completely erased, and your tired battle exploits will no longer be sung by any bard! "

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Luther's forehead, and a clean line was washed out in the blood scabs on his face. He was already desperate. Who knew that the Western Roman Empire actually hooked up with the tribes, and things were flanked by things. Now anyone with a discerning eye can see that Visigoth is over this time.

However, everyone betrayed for this purpose, and it was too late to regret it. He could only take his brothers and fight side by side with the Visigoths.

However, now the military commander is actually willing to pardon this capital crime of treason...

"Captain Luther, take advantage of this opportunity to take your men out of Selman. My father's army is waiting for you in Dalmatia. The death of Stirico will give all the warlords of the empire. The wake-up call has sounded, joining my father, you still have the opportunity to avenge the old commander."

Aetius whispered in a voice that only two of them could hear.

"Our allegiance is the empire itself, not the incompetent Augustus."

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The eleventh day of the war, the situation has been completely reversed. The Visigoths were defeated on every street, the apostasy disappeared without a trace, and the Germans such as Markmany suffered too much casualties. Withdraw from the battlefield, but the tribe’s army seems endless, still coming across the east bank of the Danube!

Groot screamed for eleven days in the wide river with Iabhos, Lord of Withered Bones, and had no results. The fight between the Archdruids was very cruel and terrifying. Both sides have mastered the divine art of the Nine Rings, and the scourge of natural disasters is staged on the Danube every day, until both sides are exhausted before retreating, waiting for another battle tomorrow.

And now the military forces of both sides have become 60,000 **** tribal warriors, slowly eroding 30,000 isolated and exhausted barbarians. The only thing that restricts their progress is increasingly difficult logistics supplies. The daily food requirement for more than 60,000 mouths is an astronomical figure. There are only a few ships, and soldiers can't be transported with food. As for Selman's grain depot? Long ago in the cruel and **** battle between the two sides, they were burned to ashes by the soldiers on both sides who had preferred to be jade fragments rather than tiles.

Alaric couldn't bear this kind of chronic death, but he couldn't bear the terrible consequences of the defeat of the Battle of Selman-the tribe obtained a bridgehead across the Danube, and a steady stream of cavalry began on the Pannonian plains. Charge at full speed on the fertile soil. At that time, no matter the quality or quantity of cavalry, the Visigothic kingdom, which was unable to fight against the horses and horses, had only a dead end.

The Supreme King and his think tanks pondered for a whole day and night, planning a desperate and crazy beheading operation. Based on their knowledge of the tribe, Theodoric believes that these monsters will be rebellious and even hostile to each other. Chief, the only link that links them together is Painhes, as long as he is beheaded, everything will be fine.

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