Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Position? Talent? I was a shepherd before joining the army...wait!"

Teflin, who entered the tent second, saw the white horse's impatient expression and two fat-bodied men and horses. After preparing to drag him away, he instantly understood the seriousness of the matter and screamed hoarse. Up.

"The sheep that I graze are all fat and strong, with plenty of milk, and they are applauded for thousands of miles!"

"Okay, it's interesting, take him along."

Pain Hess nodded in satisfaction, and ordered a few men and horses to prepare food for the legendary sheep-herding genius, go through the green curtain, and return to Gretinian.

Immediately afterwards, he ordered a third Teflin to come in for an interview—however, this procedure was quite brutal, and lived and lived, but died.

"Abilities? What are you asking about... Okay, I used to be the personal guard at Master Idon's house, I can fight very well!"

A burly Teflin, quietly looking around, asked in a very suspicious manner.

"Oh, thugs, slash, we have no shortage of fighters."

Painhurs waved his hand casually, and it didn't take long for him to hear the sound of death with a sharp metal blade, cutting flesh and bones.

"I, my father is a great nobleman of Persis. I have learned riding and archery skills since I was a child, and I am good at using any weapon to fight on horseback!"

The fourth Teflin, after the initial confusion, straightened his chest and talked endlessly about his talents, but immediately, he was chilled by a scoop of cold water.

"Why are we fighters again, we don't lack..."

The warchief sighed silently, waiting for the arrival of the next captive.

"I, I am the servant of the noble Ellisala, responsible for making wine for their family. During this battle, in order to fill the number of people, he was brought over by the master by the way..."

"Brewing? Well, you are lucky, maybe your craft is good for my tribe."

The Pale Warlock nodded and motioned for the next prisoner to come in. Before long, a small and poor Teflin girl walked into the tent tremblingly, her body softened, and she almost knelt down on the ground, speaking out her identity in fear.

"Me? I'm in charge of logistics and transportation. In critical moments, occasionally we need to be involved in logistics."

The two men and horses, who probably understood what slaves Painhurs needed, immediately grabbed the female half-devil's arm and prepared to throw her into the red curtain door.

"Wait."

After the Pale Warlock carefully evaluated the opponent's appearance, he quickly stopped their behavior.

"Christina, Christian, and me. There are three centaur in my camp. In the costumes, two Teflin slaves, some of them are not enough. I just happen to lack a slave, so I'll take her away."

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The war chief’s prisoner-of-war screening ceremony took a full morning. More than 500 of them were ordinary soldiers, orionists, and they had no effect on the pale warlocks. They were all cut down as a burden by the men and horses.

And the remaining one hundred people, except for a vase, who became the slave of the chief costume chief, the rest are all inexplicable half demons. They are neither strong nor good at fighting, but they have a variety of skills. : Some are good at herding cattle and sheep, some are blacksmiths in Sassanid Persia, and some are craftsmen who make terracotta.

What's even stranger is that even the people in charge of brewing were recruited into the tribe by the warchief!

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On the other side, the two huge empires have also entered the negotiation stage because of the rat-inducing weapon. The two sides dared not take the entire Teflin elite cavalry and the entire ten legions of infantry as a bet, and continued to fight in this war game, so they had to temporarily return to the negotiating table.

Return the Chiriqia province and even all the invaded territories.

Severely punished the Armenian king who betrayed the Eastern Roman Empire.

Asked Egypt to withdraw their troops from the heart-reavers who are still clamoring for a fierce battle.

Of course, there is the most important war indemnity, the number of years of peace...

The two marshals and the King of Sassanid Persian kings are in a quarrel, but what is puzzling is that the other party named the warchief and asked the warchief, Painhurs, to hand over the golden crown on the head, otherwise Continue to fight.

Peturabo and Fogrim looked at each other. When Cyrus the Great threw all his crown, and even his head, to the Centaur clan in the north, not to mention Rome building a city, even Alexander’s Eastern Expedition, and even a few Greek elves. None of the city-state alliances appeared. They don't understand the bonus of this crown at all.

In fact, the first empire of Persia, which was so strong that it could not be added, was because the Pamirs in the east and the Indian Ocean in the south. The two sky moats blocked the territory and wanted to expand to the north. They were led by Tomillis. After a violent beating, even the emperor was killed on the spot...Furthermore, to open up the wild pastures in the north, the resources to be filled in were overwhelming.

As a result, the following Persian emperors gave up their expansion in the three directions, southeast and north, and left the Greek city-states in the West with all their heart, and the Hippocratic War broke out.

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"Dear Chief, your golden hat can save thousands of people from fire and water! You have also seen the tragic extent of this war. Countless wives have lost their husbands, and countless children have lost their fathers. But all this, All can end today—all you need to do is to present this golden crown: rest assured, the empire will compensate you at ten times, or even twenty times the price."

Just as Peinhes had expected, the Roman legions sent several messengers for peace, stood on the moral high ground, and began to ask themselves for the crown.

"By the way, the respected Augustus agreed. If you are willing to become a part of the empire, he is willing to give you the position of governor of Chiriqia province."

Painhurs sneered in his heart and gave me a beaten-up governor of the province? And the mouth does not talk about the ownership of the more than 20,000 cavalry under my men? Also, if the Eastern Roman Empire wanted to completely control their men and horses, then at least they had to control their original masters.

"Oh? Your emperor is so generous? Let's do it."

Although mentally cold, Painhurs still pretended to be warm and warm.

"Tell His Majesty Augustus that if he can organize my 20,000 cavalrymen into a legion and give me the position of commander, I will agree to give him this hat."

"This...I can't decide this privately, please allow me to report it to your Majesty."

Seeing the back of the Roman messenger hurriedly turning back, the face of the warchief instantly became extremely solemn.

"Quickly notify all compatriots that it is time to run."

"Your will."

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During the negotiation period, the Roman legion’s attention was all on the half-devil army of the King of Kings, and the blood axe orcs of Sulena. Few people were staring at Peinhes’s men and horses. Therefore, the chief’s The raid was fruitful, and more than 20,000 horses whizzed through the empire’s camp from the inside, and headed north violently!

Almost all the strong men in the vicinity of Asia Minor were recruited by the Lord of the Fourth Legion. Along the way, the horses and horses were like no one, and they did not encounter any resistance at all.

At the negotiating table, the commander who learned that the entire army had fled was just stunned. Without the 20,000 cavalry, he had to place more troops in front of the King of Kings: compared to the 20,000 hired soldiers. Soldiers, the hundreds of thousands of coalition forces of Teflin and Orcs in front of you are even more deadly!

The negotiation hasn't dragged down the compromise yet, who knows if the other party will suddenly beat him up!

Even if you have extra troops, more than a dozen legions are all infantry, unable to catch up with the speed of the opponent, even if you chase the auxiliary cavalry together, it is not enough to fight those half-man and half-horse monsters!

"Block the Caucasus mountain pass, where did the last batch of mercenaries run from? Hurry up! Order the local garrison to block the mountain roads! Wait for me to free up and deal with it myself!"

After the end of a day of negotiations, Peturabo gave orders in anger, using various means such as pigeon whispers, homing pigeons, and even magic to seize the opportunity.

However, what he didn't expect was that relying on the advantages of physical structure, the load-bearing ability of a pedestrian, full of food and fresh water given by the Romans for a week, straight to the north, sending ravens and homing pigeons along the way. , Falcon, I don't know who is contacting.

On the way, in some cities, the owner of the fortress was even more frightened: the sound of a full 20,000 heavy cavalry galloping at the same time was enough to make the whole nearby land tremble! The fortresses that only kept some of the vigilant power, all closed their doors tightly, quietly, and Pain Hess rushed past the door carelessly!

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A few days later, when the Roman troops staying in the Caucasus Mountains and some local hill giants set up simple defenses on the local mountain passes, trying to trap the men and horses to death in Asia Minor, the Great Chief’s men and horses also roared. Came to the south bank of the Black Sea.

With several days of contact, the tribe members who stayed behind Gredinian came to the front of the warchief accurately: the tall warship of the Panticapone elves, the rough warship of the Eastern Gothic barbarians...Almost the whole The tribe’s boats, all under the secret order of the great chief, came to help, densely covering the entire Black Sea!

As for the navy of the Eastern Roman Empire? They were all concentrated in the southern part of Asia Minor, or fixed around Constantinople, and there was no time to come.

"Oh my God... when will there be such a powerful force in the north of the empire!"

The governor of the nearby city looked incredibly at the extremely dense fleet on the sea and the mighty crowds on the land. He tried to stop him, but all the elites were in Cilicia! He wanted to contact Zhan Shuai, but it was too late.

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