Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The earth will not stop spinning because the soldier is dead, and the war will not end temporarily because the horses and men are sleeping.

The extremely tired people fell asleep in the melody of the war. The first sound they heard when they woke up the next day was still the shocking imperial battle roar and the noisy and noisy sound of tremors.

In the terrible sound of war, Painhurs slowly opened his eyes, left the charming and moving body of Sister Christina, dressed neatly, and was about to go around the camp, telling all his brothers and sisters, the tribe’s great The chiefs are always fighting side by side with them.

However, two pieces of news were delivered to Baima's ears first.

A scout from the Romans, let the horse stay in the camp to recharge. Don't go far, it is best to wear all the armor. If nothing else, it would be their turn to fight when it gets dark. Encountered an accident... Then maybe.

Pain Hess put on an amiable face and agreed to the scout's request, and passed everything except for wearing armor through several thousand heads of households and one hundred heads of households in turn.

Anyway, with the assistance of some goblins, with the assistance of the Tevlin captives, it took a few minutes to put on the chain mail. However, in nearly July, in Anatolia, where the sun is shining brightly, put on a set of heavy armor and wait from morning until evening? Are you kidding me, you cover the prickly heat!

And the second piece of news came from a hundred bloodangered households. If I remember correctly, this man named Kuchara should have been born with a golden shoe. After the bloodanger clan swallowed this powerful clan, he still relied on it. With a strong fighting ability, he climbed all the way to the position of the head of a hundred households-as a great chief, remembering the names of all the households is a compulsory homework.

"Big...Great Chief."

I saw that a 2.4-meter-high sturdy giant horse stood respectfully beside Painhess. It was covered with rock-like burly muscles, all trembling slightly because of fear, two more than an elf waist. Limbs, but also thick arms, slowly lifted upwards, and inside the palms, holding a large number of exquisite gold products.

"What's the matter, Kuchara? Are you holding a pile of gold to bribe me?"

Pain Hess asked amusedly, and by the way, from the pile of gold forged art varieties, he picked out an exquisite necklace.

After hearing the warchief actually pronounce his name accurately, the body of the hundred households, not knowing whether it was because of excitement or fear, trembled more severely.

The warchief looked at the pile of golden ornaments curiously, and instantly understood what. The dripping cold sweat instantly wetted his entire back—the gold necklace that was easily picked up was engraved with symbols of olives, falcons, she-wolves, and even crosses! It is totally incompatible with the cultural traditions of the Jinlu clan and even the centaur race-these golds are especially Roman things!

"Who gave this to you! Say!!!"

"Warchief! I have no intention of betraying you! I am extremely sincere to the Horde!"

Kuchara's horse hooves softened and he knelt directly in front of the furious Peinhes.

"This morning, a two-legged beast gave me these golds forcibly. He said that if I can bring more than two hundred men and horses under his command, I can serve the empire forever and get more and more gold! But , I thought about it carefully, I didn't dare to keep these hot stuff, so I hurriedly sent it to you!"

"Get up, you have proven your loyalty by being able to come to me as soon as possible."

Painhurs held up his hundreds of households with both hands, and by the way, took half of the gold from the pile.

"I personally stipulate that the tribe members can keep half of all the treasures they obtain in the war. The other half will be handed over to the tribe."

The warchief stared at the gold in his hand, as if it was not a coveted treasure, but a corrupting demon. The white horse sighed and returned half of the gold in his hand to the hundred households.

"Listen, I am rewarding you with this gold, not from the Romans!"

Seeing the horse greedily stroking the gold in his hands, Painhurs only felt a terrible headache.

"If someone bribes you with gold in the future, you must tell me everything! And keep your loyalty forever. I won't take anything he gave you!"

The pale sorcerer's golden vertical pupils exuding endless killing intent, stared at the pupils of the head of a hundred households. For a moment, Kuchara even thought that he was being watched by an adult dragon, and the dripping sweat instantly wetted him. The clothes and hair all over his body.

"But! If you dare to conceal something-thinking about your position as head of one hundred households, cattle and sheep, there are many people on the pasture! Your wife and children, brothers and sisters, will be ashamed of you!!"

"Please rest assured, I will never betray you!!"

The head of a hundred households hurriedly bowed a salute, and with great fear and wealth, he hurriedly escaped from the chief's tent.

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"What's the matter? The two-legged beast wants to take our people away? Everyone shouldn't agree. Look at the gray-mane cubs. They are desperate to escape from here. Don't worry.

Christina picked up a roll of dry, soft sheepskin and wiped the sweat from her back for her lover.

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"But, think about it, Kuchara, the head of a hundred households, is special?"

Painhurs asked worriedly.

"Well...it's not special, personal strength, and the fighting power of a hundred families, can barely rank above the middle."

Christian also wiped his sleepy eyes, and instantly grasped the key to the problem.

"What you mean is that Kuchara was not the only head of a hundred who was bribed. The other heads of a hundred also took things from the Romans! And they didn't tell you—"

"Yes."

Seeing the bard’s horrified face, the warchief rubbed his forehead gloomily. The high commission, high remuneration, and high logistical treatment were all gentle, waiting for all his subordinates to be permanently incorporated into Eastern Rome. In the battle sequence of the empire!

"Magnus, immediately go to the Withered Bones clan in Abhuos, and ask him to send a few animal companions, the raven, the druid of the pigeon, to fly back to Gretinian, the black fangs and the dead poet. How is your progress."

The warchief anxiously controlled the overall trend.

"The remaining heads of a hundred households, I guess they are under the bewilderment of a lot of money. Now they are very hesitant, Christian, find a few reliable people, and spread the conversation between Kuchara and me, so that the heads of hundreds Hear: I will give them one day and give me an explanation."

After finishing the arrangement, the Pale Warlock cast his gaze at the two Teflins in the tent who were working as maids, his eyes were a little wandering...

Holding the thigh of the Eastern Roman Empire and hitting a behemoth like Sasanian Persian, there is nothing to be afraid of. However, this thigh actually shows hostility to himself, and even wants to trample himself to death-this is very terrifying.

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With the passage of time, many more heads of households, holding Roman gold, found Peinhess, and were pardoned.

And under the command of the warchief, some blood-angered veterans also spread these very loyal incidents of the heads of a hundred households. Those heads of a hundred households who were very entangled and struggling with bribes heard that Painhurs knew about this. After the incident, my heart tightened and my body was covered with cold sweat.

Later, after they discovered that Kuchara was grateful for the great chief's generosity with the gold, one by one directly took the Romans' gold and rushed to the great chief's tent in fear, rushing to offer their loyalty.

"It's really evil, what's the situation with these people?"

The empire scouts lurking on the side frowned silently. There are a few exceptions, but the lower-level officers of these monsters actually hold gold, vying to show their loyalty to the white horse? Hey, monsters outside the civilized world, really don't have a good brain.

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Gretinian

In the absence of the Warchief, the tribal alliance system of the six races of Centaur, Eastern Goths, Orcs, High Elves, Goblins, and Satyrs, although there is little friction between them, Goril, Lord of Greymanes, took her sturdy The fierce people, after passing through the grassland like a violent wind, can always perfectly quell all their dissatisfaction.

And the turmoil inside the centaurs will eventually attract some death phantoms wearing black robes and holding short spears. As the warchief's most loyal military police, black fangs wander around all corners like ghosts.

And their chief, with the strongest batch of black fangs, gently bit on the neck of the dead poet.

These fifty-odd bards, or all members of the choir, regardless of men, women, and children, are all dressed up extremely coquettishly. The head wears bird feathers, the neck wears colorful wreaths, and the delicate human skin is covered with intricate, dense tattoos to conceal the emerald green dragon scales on the skin.

And their leader, a beautiful mare, wears a centurion helmet studded with gems and diamonds. However, the red helmet on the horizontal crown was pulled out clean by her, and replaced by densely packed peacock tail feathers, imprinted with a breeze, gently swaying thousands of them, beautiful and enchanting pupil lines .

Her slender and moving body is just covered in a thin layer of gauze shimmering with dim stars, and the almost transparent star gauze skirt exposes the master's delicate skin full of bones and flowers naked to outsiders' eyes-black scorpion The teeth squinted nervously. The tattoo area on this goods is the largest, and the number of green dragon scales is also the largest.

"Honestly! We will not forget what you traitors, Zeng Jin did!"

Lord of the black fangs, Siglet watched vigilantly at these people with the blood of the evil dragon.

"According to the ancient law, you will all be chopped off and thrown on the grassland to fend for themselves. The only reason you are still alive is that the tribe needs your strength: do you see what's ahead?"

Peanna slowly raised her embarrassed face, and looked to the west through the brilliant golden morning light: it was a prosperous and quaint port city, and the capital of the Eastern Goths: Cesonisus.

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