Crossing the Continent in the Eighteenth Century

Who is the commander-in-chief of the empire to conquer the north? The empire is still discussing, but who else in the empire can be the commander-in-chief?

I can't figure it out, the generals of the older generation who can fight are dying so badly, even if they haven't passed away, many people are no longer fit to fight, and the young and strong, let alone a hundred thousand, is a large army of nearly 5 people In combat, it is difficult to be competent in command, because they have no experience.The empire has not fought a battle with more than 20 people in the last 3 years.

In the past few days, I spent more than a day writing out the main points of the greeting card printing factory and sales place to Marcus.I don't expect that cousin to figure it out with a blind eye.As far as I'm concerned, just get the swatches out before Christmas and go for an event at the high society salons.For the rest, just do your best and obey the destiny.But thinking of my wife, Wendir, I think she should be able to help too.So I went to her house and found that the wife was not at home.The servant said she had gone to France to smuggle.

Coming out of Wendell's house, I saw a group of people pointing at the side of the road from a distance.

This is near Augusta Square. What novelty has caused so much discussion?

Curiously, I took the attendants there with me.

On Augusta Square Avenue, one after another, white-haired old men are riding on horses. They have bright military uniforms and shiny medals all over their chests. All this shows that the old men on horseback are not only Roman grandpa Noble, or a soldier.

The carriages and passers-by walking on the road gave way one after another.

"What are they going to do?"

"I don't know, a few nobles like this passed by in front of them, as if they were going to enter Augusta Square."

"Range."

Instead of guessing here, I stepped out of the action and drove to the middle of the avenue. The eyes of several old people were confused for a while before they recognized me.

"Your Highness."

Keeping pace with them, I didn't understand: "Where are you going?"

"Augusta Square, Your Highness." A one-eyed old man with a general's epaulettes answered me. I can't remember his name. He should be a person who rarely shows up in Constantinople.

The other four nodded slightly.

"Why?" I asked in confusion. Cheap Daddy goes home every day. I may not know what happened in Augusta Square every day, but the general things are still clear. Today's Augusta Square is amazing. There is no intention to gather the upper-class old nobles.

"Your Highness."

Still the one-eyed old man: "We are the sons of Rome, and war is coming."

I was startled.

"Because the war has come, so we have come."

"But this time, the army is going to the north. The north is icy and snowy. A few old people have arrived in the north..." I didn't say the rest of the words. These old men are both old. Who knows if they can Can survive the ice and snow of Poland.

The faces of these old men full of vicissitudes showed a resolute expression.

"It was an honor to play for Rome."

"It is my honor to serve Rome"

"I am the son of Rome."

.......

Hearing these words, I couldn't help being startled, and my heart was full of ripples, these old nobles were all prepared to die!

As for the reason.

Rome needs them!

In Augusta Square, all the surviving generals and warlords of the older generation of the empire came, and more than a dozen people stood under the double-headed imperial eagle with wings spread in the center of the square.

In the great shadow they wait.

Looking at this scene, if the old scumbag is still alive, I think he will be one of them.

After a while, Daddy Cheap came.

He was taken aback when he saw me.

"Caesar!!!"

The honorific titles for cheap daddy come and go.

"You guys, why are all the warlords here?"

Cheap old man has to let go of his status in this group of old men. I suddenly remembered that if these old men are all famous generals, they are from my grandfather's generation!

"war."

"We old men are old, but our heads are still clear. I remember that generals who are over 60 years old are generally excluded from the list of generals by the military department."

"In the face of war, Caesar, please don't forget us, we are also sons of Rome."

"Caesar, we serve Rome anytime, anywhere, and honor Rome!"

Cheap Papa invited these veterans into the building on one side of the square.

Is it true that the coaches in the army must be selected from among these veterans?

Standing in Augusta Square, I chose to wait.

At noon, Cheap Papa sent out the old men one by two.

I don't see anything useful in the stern faces of these battle veterans.

"Your Highness."

An old man with gray hair and a big white beard with two bushy beards on his face made me feel very serious. I was in a trance for a while before I realized that this was an acquaintance!

"Old Duke Bringas!" I saluted in trepidation. I didn't expect a heavyweight like an old scumbag to come out!

"Waiting for someone here?" The old man with the white beard narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"No."

"Wasting time is not what the Roman royal family should do. But from this point of view, His Highness is quite free." The old man with a big white beard said seriously, "Can you walk with me?"

"It's my pleasure."

Old Duke Bringas, a rather strange name, if I hadn’t suddenly seen that the old man with the big white beard had a somewhat similar appearance to Morris, I would have almost forgotten that he was Morris’ grandfather!

Sviatos Bringas, that was Maurice's grandfather's name.Compared with the old scumbags who spoil the old girls in the street, the old Duke Bringas is very kind and a good royal family.He neither commits robbery nor perverts the law, but the person who makes the old man tizha tremble with fear when he mentions his name is not a good thing to be with.

The first time I saw the grandfather Maurice, he traveled thousands of miles from the Aleppo defense zone in Anatolia to see his grandson Maurice, and he brought a lot of food and drink to reward us.

What a wonderful person!

So much for the good impressions about Maurice's grandfather, then.

In the dog-day heat, he called us over to eat what the Romans called the Reinstein the Great's Cauldron.That is actually hot pot.

It’s okay to eat hot pot on a hot day, but when I think of the things he added to the hot pot, I feel a stomachache.

chili!

New World Chili, Indian Chili, Red, Green, Fresh, Dried!

What's even more tragic is that he still eats very salty, and his favorite thing to do is to throw marinated salted fish and caviar with chili into the pot to make a soup base!

Is that something people can eat?

Morris, who lacked a muscle in his head, tasted it at that time, and put a piece of white raw lamb into the pot, and then Morris brought it out and put it in his mouth, so I saw Morris cry for the first time that day .

Then we cried too.

This old thing stuffed each person with a bowl of high-strength distilled liquor. The terribly spicy distilled liquor seemed to be stabbed into the throat with a mace and stirred. We drank it so that we burst into tears.

The old scum is even worse. In fact, the old scum with hemorrhoids is said to be the most afraid of his grandfather Morris in his life. After a drink, he will definitely not lose half of his life the next day.

And then our gang gave birth to Cebaras' hemorrhoids, a replacement for the term Achilles' heel.

When people drink too much, they will become crazy, and the old man Sviatos is no exception. He is crazy when he starts drinking. What he likes to do most is single-handedly. I want to drink a bowl of the soup that this old thing uses to make the soup base of the hot pot.

When we lived with the old scumbags, the old Duke of Bringas would take us out hunting every three or two months, but after we left the old scumbags and went to the military academy, I heard from Morris that he moved to Anato to the ancient monastery in the mountains of Leah.

Old Duke Bringas with a big white beard mentioned while walking on the road for no reason: "I heard that the old bastard is dead."

"Yes."

The old scum called Whitebeard a shame, and Whitebeard called him an "old bastard."

"When he died, Morris wrote to me saying that you were the only ones who attended his funeral. I'm his friend, take me to see him, is that okay, Your Highness."

Looking at that face that is as old as the old scumbag, I have no reason to refuse the request of the old Duke Bringas.Because in front of the stinky mouth of the old man, there are very few people who can stand it, and Morris' grandfather is one of them.

I hadn't visited the grave for several months, so I simply proposed to bring Alexander and the others, and the old Duke Bringas didn't refuse.It took more than an hour for everyone to gather at the gate of the city.

The seaside town where the old scum is buried is half a day away from the West Point Military Academy of Constantinople, and it takes more than half a day to ride slowly from the West Point Military Academy of Constantinople to Constantinople.So as soon as we left the city gate, we galloped on the road.

Riding a horse is no better than driving a car. I rode the horse and trotted all the way back to the small churchyard where the old man was buried. It was already evening, and I got off the horse in a nearby hotel exhausted.

We let the guards and attendants hold sabers and stables to rest and feed, and then we went to the cemetery of the old scumbag.

It's hard to imagine that a clean-spirited person like the old Duke Bringas, who doesn't prostitute or gamble, and who has as few desires, would have a friend like an old scumbag.

In this dark night, he quietly looked at the inscription on the grave of the old man.

I am lucky and unlucky.I was fortunate to participate in the great war decades ago, but unfortunately I couldn't wait for the next one.Yes, I smell that familiar smell again, but this time, I am sorry, my motherland, please forgive me for taking a step ahead of the war and leaving you first.

"Now, the war is coming, old bastard, are you also afraid..." the old Duke Bringas held the inscription and looked at the sky with complicated eyes, "You have spent two years of your life No. 70 for Rome, I How long can you live for Rome?"

"My condolences to the old prince." Alexander comforted.

"Sorrow? No, Your Highness, I don't have any complaints. He fought for Rome for most of his life and died well. But you, you royals and nobles who were taught by him, you make me sad! Even this old bastard died. Don't forget about it!"

I can't help but be astonished by the words of old Duke Bringas. What do we have to worry about?

"Grandfather, don't worry, the future of Rome is entrusted to us, and we will fight for the glory of Rome!" Morris jumped out.

"The glory of Rome?" The old Duke Bringas sneered. "Since leaving the military academy, who among you is still doing the daily training required by the military academy!?"

The words of old Lord Bringas hit me hard on the chest, and I averted my eyes from his bright eyes, because I hadn't.

"If we are all dead, who will defend the glory of Rome? Today, I met many former comrades-in-arms in Augusta Square. They all had the same thoughts as me and petitioned to join the war. We all know that with Russia We cannot afford to lose this battle! Once we lose, the entire empire will lose at the starting line! Once we lose! The tragic scene 40 years ago will be repeated again! We cannot afford to lose! Rome cannot afford to lose!!!”

"Duke Bringas, although we are young and inexperienced, we will fight to the death for the glory of Rome." Valens said loudly.

"You still don't understand what the glory of Rome is! You will never understand what the glory of Rome is without having participated in wars! And a war cannot be won by shouting loud slogans! If there is such a war , that is not war!"

"Rome has been at war since the day it was founded. The Roman army was a conquering army in classical times. We conquered all known civilizations. After Augustus, the Roman army was a defensive army. We followed the borders of the empire. A steady stream of barbarian wars! At the beginning, where the eagle flag fluttered, it was invincible, but as it got further behind, the Roman army failed more and more! The failure was so embarrassing that I was ashamed to mention the Roman army! The entire legion was wiped out, some Cowards succumbed to barbarians for their lives, emperors were captured, bowed to Persians, all this! Until 1206!"

1206, this number makes me jump, everyone knows what happened there.

"Constantinople has fallen! If it hadn't been for Emperor Ryan Stein to revive Rome, rebuild and redefine Rome's army, there would be no Rome in this world!"

Old Bringas was right. In a sense, Rome was dead before the Fourth Crusade. Even if the decayed torso was still there, the spirit of Rome was long gone.It was my predecessor who miraculously brought this dying nation back to life again.

"The Roman army is the backbone of Rome. Since 1206, anyone who wants to trample on the dignity of Rome has to step over the corpse of the emperor! I don't care about other nobles, how drunk they are, but you , those of you who we place high hopes on will not do it!"

"What is the purpose of bringing you together since you were young, and then training you according to the classical Spartan training methods left by Emperor Ryan Stein! It is to lead the Romans, once again, to send out the belongings in the land of Europa. The roar of our Roman Empire army! Instead of letting you idle all day!"

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