Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Julian calendar 422 years, Mars month, the first day. (March 1, 422 AD)

The rising sun sprinkled the first warm sunshine of the new year on the frozen frozen soil. In the dense Germanic cold forest, bears, snakes, and frogs gradually awakened from the slumber of the whole winter and hibernated for a few. The month-long tribe, also in the melting snow, opened its golden vertical pupils.

"Do you really want to fight? Even if you are invading the Eastern Roman Empire, you just use your entire tribe to fight against half of the opponent's professional army.

Because of this, the price we paid was too heavy. In the half-month-long fierce battle on the Utus River, everyone tried their best to gain ground, and the battle losses on both sides were only one to one. Until the elves run out of ammunition and food, they are slaughtered by you.

And now, your enemy is the entire Western Empire, all their generals, all their armies. "

Christina let out a helpless sigh and buried her head in Painhurs' arms. The rouge horse, who had been brave and good at fighting, trembled slightly because of fear.

"Don't be afraid, my love. We have no retreat, either to seize the throne of the Western Empire, or just here, slowly swallowed by Hoarfrost."

The warchief gently stroked his lover's high-rise horse belly, feeling the four hearts beating strongly.

"Take a good rest in the back. I swear to you, Christina, I will bring the crown of Augustus back to see you and our children."

Painhurs gently kissed his lover goodbye, and stepped firmly out of the camp. Accompanied by the sound of the horn that shook the earth, the mighty tribal army gathered under the horseshoes of the great chief.

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Before the tribal soldiers came to sweep the empire, a large number of letters spread like snow in the empire.

The governor-general of the five provinces Painhus and Augustus's sister Honoria jointly signed, angrily denounced Gilliman and Aetius for their unruly actions.

The letter said that it was the two warlords who went to Milan in person, instigated the imperial army, massacred the loyal generals in the Senate, Liang Jiang and his family, blood-stained the imperial city, and put the current regent dowager Placidia under house arrest, taking the emperor to order The ministers, do the things of Dong Zhuo in the Far East Serris Empire!

Today, the once admirable war commander of the empire, co-ruling the emperor, has violated too many laws of the empire, and is now the mortal enemy of the empire!

Today, the governor of the five provinces, Peinhes, Ying Tianheren, will call on the Eighteenth-Road Monster Clan to advance to the west in the provincial capital of Norikum, and punish the warlord. Save your Majesty from danger, help the empire when it is about to fall, and give all the glory to Augustus! ! !

"He can always tell the truth."

Aetius shrugged and threw a letter into the fire.

"We are indeed too radical in doing this and it is difficult to justify... Forget it, regardless of the **** public opinion, when we win Pain Hess, we have time to slowly change the direction of public opinion."

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Julian calendar 422 years, the first day of blooming moon. (April 1, 422 AD)

The war has begun.

Painhurs adopted the previous method of tactics and sprinkled all 80,000 hussars in units of 100 households. In the vast Gaul plain, he was investigating and looking for traces of the enemy. The predators’ eagle partners took off one after another. In the blue sky, overlooking this strange land.

Eighty thousand horses followed closely. Once the light cavalry found the enemy, they would send out different signals according to the situation, allowing the second-ranked ones to choose to retreat or support.

And the third echelon is those huge and heavy infantry regiments.

The scorched earth policy of Aetius was quite effective. The light cavalry who were attacking at full speed were surprised to find that they could not find any villages that could be looted and replenish their supplies. Everywhere they could see was scorched earth, traveling 80 kilometers a day. The terrifying speed only lasted for a day and changed to a halt-at this speed, both himself and the horse had to starve to death in the wilderness before the logistical supplies could keep up.

"This kid is playing scorched earth tactics..."

Painhes frowned and began to command the army north. The strategic goal this time was not to annihilate the main force of Aetius, but to bring Gaul under his control. If the opponent avoids the battle, let's avoid the battle.

The warchief thought for a moment, and for the alliance with Kiliman and Valentinian III, in order to prevent the coalition from being cut off by himself, the army should be in Southern Gaul.

"Then, we will occupy the north first."

Painhurs raised his longbow high and set off along the Rhine River in the memory of the previous world. He calculated the distance based on the ancient corpse dragon’s unchanging flight speed, and found the Seine River on the third day of the war. The source, condensed wings and flew high, flew down the Seine River, and found the island of Île-de-France later on the sixth day.

This fertile island in the Seine is not a prosperous city a hundred years later. A Germanic tribe is entrenched in it, and only built the simplest wooden houses-Etius did regain North Gaul, but he just walked along Rome. The ancient road regained the strategic fortresses and big cities along the way. There are as many small gatherings of barbarians as possible.

"Dragon! Giant dragon!"

Hundreds of Germanic people on the island screamed in fear. Several strong men bent their bows and set up arrows in order to protect their homes, trying to use flint arrows to confront the dragon's scales.

"Roar!!!"

The snow of death obscures the sky, and the sky-shaking dragon roar is thrilling. Ning’s three heads took a deep breath, entangled the extremely rich arcane power into his lungs, and then opened three of them, covered with sharp fangs, against the reptiles who dared to provoke them. Death Hoarfrost's blood basin gulped.

Suddenly, the wind was violent, and the tyrannical air currents engulfed the extremely cold frost fragments, like icy blue stormy waves, spewing out from her three dragon mouths! ! !

Under the violent wind swept through, the wooden houses were broken and the barbarians who resisted stubbornly were shredded into the tiniest debris. Even the nearby boulders were crushed into dust by the terrifying gusts and tyrannical winds!

Wherever the breath of frost passed, the thick earth was ploughed into deep gullies, and all the soil was lifted into the air, turning into yellow sand in the sky, dancing with the white snow.

Accompanied by the terrifying dragon roar that pierced the eardrums and the shadow of death that obscured the sky, the three silver dragons fell from the sky after three breaths, bringing boundless fear to this small barbarian tribe. The fangs and claws have no estimate. The fragile flesh and blood were torn apart, the warchief destroyed the weak local barbarians with his own power and occupied this rich island

"Unlock the achievement to occupy Paris before Gaul surrenders. It takes time, six days."

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