Augustus Under the Horseshoe

After the meeting was over, Christina hurriedly returned to Painhurs's side, the pale horse lying on the sheepskin as if sleeping in the past.

Rouge Liema tightly grasped his cold palm, gently stroked his long hair behind his ear with his left hand, and carefully pressed it against his lover's chest, listening to his extremely weak heartbeat. There is infinite sadness between the eyebrows.

If possible, Christina really wants to stay by his side and not go anywhere, so that the first person he sees when he wakes up must be his own smile.

However, this tribe is the painstaking effort of Painhurs, and everyone has spent several years casting it together. Thousands of blood and angry veterans are waiting for themselves to command and lead in an upcoming fierce battle. If you abandon them now, Rouge Liema cannot forgive himself!

That's right, when Painhurs wakes up, what he sees should be a grand and noisy victory banquet, not the inactive self before lying down.

Christina lowered her head and kissed gently. Just as she was about to get up to reorganize the army, she suddenly discovered that a pair of golden vertical pupils had been on the pale face, slowly opening.

"Are you awake? Don't move! Lie down! The Archdruid helped you heal, but neither heart recovered immediately!"

Rouge Lima said in surprise, his hands unquestionably pressed Painhes's arm, making the latter unable to move. The pale horse, if it does not apply magic to itself, its strength itself is weaker than the opponent, and now it is extremely weak, even more so. No resistance can be made.

"How is the battle going? I was conscious when I was brought back by Ning, as if I saw the pontoon bridge destroyed by the tsunami?"

The pale horse frowned.

"Li...I immediately collected all the ships in the city, and at the same time sent a messenger to tell the Eastern Romans to the south that I want to lease their inland fleet, and I will give as much as he wants!

Tell St. Giles and Conrad, let their undead army rely on Selman Street, fortify the houses layer by layer, try their best to delay and stop the enemy’s progress, even if the city is turned into scorched earth ruins, I don’t care. ! All I want is that port, a landing point, so that we can transport enough soldiers from the east coast! "

"Okay, take a good rest. You and that Roman have a similar meaning in various ways. Etius also suggested that. Everyone has started to build a defense line according to this idea. The East Roman fleet will arrive within two days. "

The rouge horse comforted softly.

At the same time, the beast Leonardo made two huge rafts in an emergency, supported by the two Titans Skug, directly stepping on the silt at the bottom of the river and walking back to the opposite bank. The rushing river water can't flood their noses, and they can't move their huge size. The two slow-moving beasts are running back and forth again and again under the cover of Withered Druids, every time they go back and forth. Can transport two hundred orc soldiers to the forefront of the war.

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On the other side, the ghouls guided Youlan Negative Energy to repair Ning's immortal body. She manipulated the vision of Painhurs, dangling around under the eyelids of the Visigoths.

At the same time, the three silver dragons also saw a blue giant full of Runes in the Visigothic barracks, strolling in the most conspicuous place.

"It shouldn't be, half of his chest was melted by his master, how could he hang out like a okay person?" Ning Wei was taken aback, then subconsciously manipulated the shadow energy, forged a phantom fireball burning with shadow flames and smashed it past. , Sure enough, the so-called "Alaric" was disillusioned like a bubble at the moment it was affected by the flames.

However, the Visigoths seemed to have the same idea as his own, and a beam of bright thunder was also roaring over there, tearing the illusion of the white horse to pieces.

For a while, the two parties who failed the plan fell into an awkward silence at the same time.

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Julian calendar 408 years, the month of Mars, the thirty-first day. (March 31, 408 AD)

After arriving in Selman on the afternoon of the 30th, the Visigoths did not make any siege deployments, just stationed outside the city. However, when time passed by the dawn of the 31st day, the situation changed: Artauf and Theodoric, two barbarian generals led by six thousand heavy infantry, and twice as many logistical personnel as soldiers. , Meets Alaric after a night of rapid march.

These six thousand heavy infantry soldiers who have been stationed with the Supreme King are equally elite.

Most of them have followed Alaric from Northern Europe and have been fighting to the present Gothic battle group, but armed with Roman heavy chain armor is even more terrifying. There are also some local barbarians recruited in the Thracian region-warriors of oath wielding a giant sickle with both hands, and apostate Roman field battle groups.

The rebellion of Vandal and Alan caused a major rebellion. Some Roman field soldiers who fell out with foreign races for various reasons, but also hated the Senate and wanted to avenge the unjustly killed Stirico, simply changed their course and joined the Visigothic team.

The Visigoths on the march took a rest for a morning. When the sun rose to the highest point, Alaric’s biological brother, Artof, personally commanded this elite army of 12,000 and began to attack the city. . Kicked off the prelude to this death game.

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