Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The plan of attacking the governor’s mansion went smoothly. The Ostergothic court imperial army wore two layers of Roman chain armor and a layer of scaly chest armor, wielding a giant axe with both hands, clearing the house like cutting melons and vegetables. The internal arms, covered with muddy luxurious carpets, the white marble walls, and the beautiful sculptures that are not named, were instantly stained with blood.

The Visigoths yelled at these shameless traitors who had abandoned their ancestral beliefs. The Ostrogoths angered these barbaric compatriots who still believe in evil gods, the same roots and the physiques of the Nordic citizens, who are almost the top human beings. Carnage, miserable wailing, clang of metal, and splashing of blood rang back and forth inside the mansion for a long time.

"Sizzle!"

The murderous Eastern Gothic split a finely carved wooden door with two axes, and then kicked it open with one kick. Let your ten-person team file in.

However, they did not find any enemies in this room. Instead, they saw an exquisite wall decorated with thorns and roses, densely covered with portraits of people and connected by thorns.

"The family tree of the Romans."

The well-informed head of the ten households gave a sigh of relief. At this moment, the battle for the mansion has come to an end, and the victory of the Ostrogoths is determined. Bathed in blood, he stole a laziness and looked at the governor's family lineage. These elites, who were influenced by Roman culture and brainwashed, were quite curious about everything about the Romans, especially the imperial imperial army directly under Asana.

At the top of the pedigree, there is a black-haired, black-eyed, majestic Roman who is fully equipped with armor. In 301 Julian calendar, he served as the first governor of Pannonia.

And his wife is also a girl with black hair and black eyes.

Then came the strange place. The Eastern Goths moved their eyes down along the thorns and vines. Among their three children, two of them had obvious elf characteristics: pointed ears, soft skin, long golden hair and golden pupils. It looks so dazzling.

The second generation of the genealogy has a wide variety of spouses, including Romans, Salmatian nomads, and blond barbarians, but most of the four or three generations of offspring they gave birth to still have half-elves with golden eyes. appearance.

Moreover, the elven characteristics of these half-elf heirs are becoming more and more obvious. Both men and women are beautiful and charming.

And the strangest thing is that this governor's pedigree for more than a hundred years, the appearance of four generations, there are actually more than 30 people, all of whom are fairies with blond hair and golden pupils, and they are mutual The degree of similarity is as high as 90%, which is simply carved out of the same mold.

The imperial imperial soldiers walked out of the room suspiciously and continued to slaughter the pagan compatriots. They chopped down more than a dozen compatriots who had just awakened and had no time to wear armor and came to fight with their weapons. They went all the way to the mansion. The deepest underground.

The leading team members lit a torch to illuminate the friendly forces, and a solid iron gate blocked their way. The imperial imperial army headed rolled their eyes and began to perform magical techniques. The hot magical flames directly burned the complicated keyholes and the door bolts behind them into a pool of red molten iron, gurgling down the door panels.

The Eastern Goths broke into the door, but the scene before them was shocking: they thought there were treasures, weapons, and even the Visigoth army in the ground, but in this terrifying dungeon, there were only A velvet, blood-colored bed, surrounded by iron walls, decorated with bouquets of roses, is covered with fragrant **** images, and countless colorfully painted iron chains hang from the roof, like a series of colorful wind chimes, the whole room is full The breath of lust.

And the most incredible thing is that on the big scarlet bed lies a graceful and charming female elf. She has no inch strands, and her long golden hair is like a waterfall covered with most of the scarlet sheets, half covered. Cover her white, tender naked skin.

Five iron chains hang down from the roof, tightly binding her slender limbs, and the slender neck like a swan, making the bound elf look even more pitiful.

The **** savages swallowed and looked closely at the stunner in front of her. Her eyes were dizzy, her golden pupils had already lost her mind, and her mature and beautiful face smiled foolishly, and panted when she saw someone coming in. Twisting his body, longing for the belated joy.

"I understand why the four generations of the governor's family and dozens of members are so close in appearance: all are born of a mother! It is true that the elves last forever, and one will be passed on forever."

The Eastern Goths were amazed, this absurd thing was really eye-opening, they reluctantly closed the iron gate and went to other places to search for the enemy. Although I really want to vent my desire on this stunner, the war is not over yet, and it is too bad to die on the belly of a woman. I have cut more than 20 ears before, and maybe after winning, I can get from the head of ten households. , Become the head of a hundred households!

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After a night of **** battle, the tribe pushed the front line more than 300 meters forward, regained some important streets, and at the same time occupied the governor’s mansion. The men and horses occupying the highest point were condescending and shooting towards the Gothic army within sight. The endless rain of arrows gradually wiped out the power of resistance, and soon everything within the range of the bow and arrow turned into a silent dead zone.

Some barbarians hid in the ruins and stubbornly tried to avoid the large arrows that fell from the sky, but they were attacked by the Molotov cocktail: the earthen Molotov cocktail, invented by the warchief himself, made up of clay pots, alcohol, grease, and sugar, was tied to by the horses. The top of the heavy javelin was forced to increase the throw distance.

This kind of thing that breaks into one place once it hits a hard object is extremely terrifying. Once broken, the flammable liquid burning in the crock will immediately splash everywhere. Almost an area with a radius of more than ten feet can be turned into a sea of ​​flames. If it happens that there are still combustibles, it will burn even more out of control.

The elven wizards of Panticapone even gave this manufacturing process and its simple items a magical name: Painhurs Burning.

The orcs used the ruins and the flesh and blood accumulated from the corpses to blast the city, and the Visigoths also climbed to the high ground with a dull loud noise, and vented the terrifying firepower with the heavy scorpion crossbow left by the Visigoths here.

Without ammunition, they just piled up several layers of corpses, stuffed them into the magazine, and poured their anger toward the place where the gray eagle flag was flying. Every time they fired, dozens of fragments were broken. The flesh will draw a terrifying arc in the air and hit the enemy heavily.

Leaving aside the power, just watching the arms, thighs, and even the hideous heads of the former companions fall from the sky, smashing a few ribs of the friendly army, and making most people lose the will to fight!

The whole night passed, and no reinforcements came from afar. The Visigothic Kingdom and his brutal allies had to deal with Gordonius, who had marched from Italy, and the 76 Roman regiments under the command of the current war commander. , There is no way to put all the troops in Selman.

And the tribe spent only one night transporting five thousand Tevlin’s war veterans from the east coast. They carried tower shields and warhammers, and their compound longbows shot rounds of stern arrows, stepping on them. The enemy's corpse continued to advance. In every street and every building, there was fierce fighting inside. The boats behind them turned around day and night and continued to cross the Danube, transporting more tribal troops to the forefront of the war.

The cruel and **** street fighting continued for another day. When the tenth day of the protracted Selman battle was reached, the number of troops still fighting in Selman on both sides had become 60,000 to 40,000, and most of the city was in. In the frantic counterattack of the tribe, the cyan dragon flag and the eight-pointed black star were planted. Under the shining sun, the situation was extremely dazzling. The situation has been reversed.

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Julian calendar 408 years, the ninth day of the blooming moon. (April 9, 408 AD)

Selman Eastern Wall

The situation was so unfavorable for the Visigoths, but the remnants of Luther’s First Auxiliary Legion were still stubbornly stationed on the eastern wall. They were adequately supplied. With the strength of the terrain and the strength of the crossbow, they were still fighting stubbornly and murderously. The head of state Margok roared at the humiliation of his ancestors, organized the ogres under his command and launched two charges. For the first time, he was defeated by an overwhelming crossbow. His thick belly was filled with powerful crossbow arrows. Fatty fat and dripping blood are all over the floor.

In the second charge, the daring troops were completely wiped out on the narrow stairs. The fat and bloated corpses blocked the way forward. The ogre wizards turned into ethereal air and flew up to the high city wall. The Romans under his eyes showed squalid fangs.

But Luther was prepared. The Arcane squad under his command instantly called out a surging arcane wave, destroying and disintegrating their vaporized form, and the ogre wizards screamed and fell down the city wall, accompanied by the shock. The roar of the sky raised a lot of dust-falling from such a high place, immortal, it is probably a comminuted fracture of the whole body.

The first legion was ready for the next attack. However, in the third round of the charge, the tribe sent only one person: Seeing that the tribe was already in control, Aetius stopped the crazy micro-manipulation behavior of these two days and personally boarded the battlefield. The first line.

"Don't use arrows! Don't use arrows! Captain Luther? Are you there? I'm Aetius! We fought together in Pannonia! I have something to say to you."

Facing the psychic transmission of the psychic, Luther was taken aback for a moment, and then recognized the pale face.

"Little **** of the Gordontius family, let him come up and see what he has to say."

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