Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Theodosius, Theodosius? Do you want that baby to be the most noble person in the empire? He can decide the affairs of the empire...No, that little baby, has he learned to speak Latin? "

Antemius sneered, trying to dispel the unrealistic and ridiculous thoughts of the other party, but Udosia's incomparably seductive purple eyes flashed with incomparably confident looks, and just one glance was intriguing.

"Well, Queen."

The Marshal of the Forbidden Army spread his hands helplessly.

"The Windonius family paid a astronomical price for the gold Sudlers for the throne. The two warlords who fought in Asia Minor did not have that many gold coins, but the other aspects of the offer were also very attractive. If you want you Your child, become the most honorable master of the empire. At least, let me see your bargaining chips first."

"Our family's heritage is not worse than Wendonius. No matter how much he pays, I will add an extra 10%."

Alia Udosia stretched out a slender jade finger wearing a gold ring, and gently shook it in a seductive and strange posture in front of the Marshal of the Forbidden Army. After the other party held on for two seconds, her eyes were also accompanied by the Queen’s. The fingers spun away involuntarily.

"Think about it, although your imperial army controls the palace, and even the entire Constantinople, how many imperial army you can send? Ten thousand. And how many people are in the nearest First Maximian Army? How many legions are there on the Danube Defense Line in the north? How many thousands of soldiers are fighting in the blood on the battlefield of Cilicia? If you sell the throne privately like this, there must be a large number of people who are not convinced. If a civil war breaks out in the empire, how many will you have? The odds?"

"This······"

Antemius fell into contemplation. Indeed, the wealthy and aristocrats did not care. Those legion commanders who were fighting abroad were indeed too powerful. For this war, the two commanders set up can command several legions to fight at the same time...

"However, our imperial army controls the heart of the empire. If they really dare to attack Constantinople, they will immediately be criticized as rebellious. At that time, although the empire was big, there was no place to accommodate them."

The Forbidden Army Marshal said lightly.

"What if the other party first sends a large number of elites, pretending to be civilians, and enters the city, and then, with the huge army and navy, cooperates inside and outside, rushes into the city in a short time, and controls the situation and information? You know, they have this ability. They just lack one. Honest...excuses."

Unknowingly, Udosia's whole body fell on Antmius' chest, and his white and delicate palms gently stroked the opponent's weather-beaten, rough face.

"This······"

Seeing that the opponent was already shaken, Udosia stepped up the offensive.

"But, look, my child Theodosius, he is the son of the emperor, and his grandfather: the blood of Theodosius the Great is flowing in his body. If he inherits the throne, no one will be dissatisfied. And, because of Austria Gustus was young, and as usual, there will be a regent who will preside over the affairs of the court before he reaches adulthood: I am willing to share this authority with you."

Antmius' breathing, whether it was because of Udosia's seductive body or the price she offered, became rush.

"If you are not satisfied yet..."

Udosia stood on tiptoe slightly, the vermilion lips painted with rouge and watercolor, like a dragonfly, lightly touched the corner of the Marshal's mouth. After the opponent didn't respond, he instantly untied his purple shirt and moved back. Falling on the carpeted room, the Marshal of the Forbidden Army.

Antmius widened his eyes incredibly. On the golden carpet, the incomparably noble purple robe, like layered rose petals, quietly bloomed all around, revealing the center of the rose, wearing a lot of gold. The jewels and the naked and tender stamens showed a charming smile to himself.

"Marshal Antermius."

Udosia arrogantly raised a beautiful white leg, followed the trousers of the Marshal of the Forbidden Army, slowly climbing all the way up, seduce the **** of the Marshal of the Forbidden Army.

"I, Alia Udosia, the wife of the first emperor, the most noble woman in the entire empire, order you to protect my son and become the next Augustus."

The whole scene was developed. Antemius's brain was congested for a while, the charming body exuding the taste of mature women, the towering white mountains, and every inch of delicate skin all teased everybody of the Forbidden Army Marshal. A nerve.

"Your will."

After performing a polite manner pretending to be reserved, Antemius hurriedly took off all his clothes, like a beast, and rushed to the tempting and degenerate delicate rose, on the most noble woman of the empire, Amidst tactful and coquettish, venting his animal desires.

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After handling a series of affairs, the Dovey Court was also lifted by the Forbidden Army and re-operated. In the face of Sassanian Persian peace, the regent Udosia, the Forbidden Army Marshal Antemius, took the empire with him. Officials of the court, as well as a large number of nobles, began to discuss the matter again.

The nobles do not want the war to continue. Their reason is simple. The empire has consumed a terrifying astronomical amount of money and materials for this war, and it has increased crazily with the passage of time. If it continues to be consumed like this, even the huge Eastern Roman Empire will have a financial crisis. As for the military commanders' contributions to the front line, what is their business! Those reckless men are squeezing the last blood of the empire for their own fame and fortune!

However, the main battle faction’s voice is equally strong. Victory is now at your fingertips. The King of Kings is blocked inside the canyon. It only takes a few days and waits for them to run out of ammunition and food. Capture the King of Kings alive. A tremendous amount of credit is likely to fall into your own hands!

After the two sides entangled for a day, a terrifying incident was passed on to the hands of the empire's senior leaders: the nightmare that has entangled the empire for hundreds of years: the blood axe orc WARBOSS Sulena is not dead! Leading a dark-green trend of destruction, he came from the east mightily, already like a force of destruction, destroying several important strongholds arranged by Forgrim in Cilicia!

A whole ten legions were caught between Teflin’s iron cavalry torrent and the blood-axe orcs’ destroying army.

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"Pack your things and get ready to run."

After the druid brought the information from the East, Painhurs frowned and began to pack away the dry food. The fate of the Eastern Roman Empire has nothing to do with it. The troops came this time just to get a vote. Now, they can almost withdraw first.

"Run? Back to Gredinian? So suddenly?"

Christina froze for a moment. The rouge horse, who had just finished her morning exercises, was covered in sweat, scrubbing her body under the service of two Teflin slaves.

"Looking at this posture, the two huge empires are in a deadlock. Sasanian Persian took the lead in asking for peace. The emergence of those 100,000 orcs and one WARBOSS will be the last straw to crush the main war faction. Probability will choose to sign a peace agreement, rest for decades and continue fighting."

Painhurs quickly packed up the things that should be brought.

"If you continue to fight, the King of Kings is afraid that he will be crushed and destroyed by the Roman legions at both ends. Augustus is also afraid that his ten legions will disappear under the impact of Teflin and the orcs. I don't think they dare. bet."

"So, if we really wait until they sign the contract, our situation will be very embarrassing. These elves and humans will bribe my head of a hundred households and plant a spy in one of the tribe members: the Ostrogoth kingdom. Yesterday, the war commander even Come to me personally and ask if the people are willing to join their subordinates... I can’t stay here anymore."

"Yesterday Zhanshuai talked to you? Why didn't you tell me such an important thing!"

Christina frowned and asked worriedly.

"How did you answer?"

"Of course I said a lot of good things, praised him for his achievements and strength, and then said that I admire his fame very much, first go to the chief of the Ma clan to discuss it. If it can be delayed, it will be delayed."

The warchief secretly arranged the news of the run away. From the corner of his eyes, he suddenly looked at the two shackles and exposed clothes, kneeling on the ground to brush the rouge horse.

"By the way, we seem to be short of a material and can't take away... How many hundreds of our Teflin prisoners are there?"

"In addition to these two slaves, there are six hundred and seventy-eight who are doing hard labor."

With the passage of time, Yilu Xier's method of cleaning the horse's fur became more and more adept, causing Christina to let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Well, you should prepare soon after you take a shower. I'll go see those prisoners of war."

Like a white lightning, Painhurs rushed out of the camp and chose a tent quite far away from the prisoner of war camp to avoid the prisoners. You could hear the sound of leaving the camp—this tent has three curtain doors, one of which is straight. Facing the camp of prisoners of war, the other two doors were painted with green and red paint.

Soon, the first Teflin captive, tremblingly entered the camp, looked at the pale white horse standing in front of him, frightened, and almost fainted!

"Say, what did you do before joining the army? Do you have any special skills? If you faint and say nothing, I will treat you as a cripple."

Painhurs uttered a fluent purgatory language, and pressed the half-devil in front of him.

"I...I'm an orion, and I was conscripted into the army."

"Walk into the red door, kill and bury it, we can't wait for the day when we can exchange the captives for gold coins."

The warchief rolled his eyes silently, waiting for the next prisoner of war to see if he could have the ability to save his own life.

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