At the end of the road, the imposable fortress is both a barrier and a key, with ringed towers and milky pillboxes, the creativity of Roman civilization that once possesses is still amazing, even as the remnants of the empire tremble in the shadows of the north.

The last few days have been all bad news, with Tergu and Solomon crossing the Mountains of Haimos and advancing all the way to Philip, where the chief of the Western Janissaries, Grigory Paklenos, had been killed last year, with the assistance of heretics at the Viliatova Pass.

General Tetisius, who succeeded the Gregorian governor on the Western Front, had joined the emperor's main force, which meant that the Manichaean heretics of Traulos could enter the war at any time.

Tatoosh Khan continued the siege of the fortress on the Danube with his steppe coalition, and the emperor gathered a large army in the capital, and while sending a capable Roman fleet in the direction of Tatush, he divided the most valuable central army to the west, and at this moment the Praetorian Guard flag of General Nicholas was planted on the seventh tower of this fortress.

The Latin mercenaries of Angus had seen the spirit of the essence of the empire, and the ironclad knights of the Norman Peter Aliface could not match them, who were all day long commanding and treating foreigners as their forefathers had done to the peasants of the military districts who were fanatical about destroying icons, and Gillick often secretly referred to them as gargoyles on the battlements.

However, no matter what the combat effectiveness of these people is, their existence means that Constantinople attaches great importance to the Western Military Region, which means that it is one of the safest areas in the entire empire, so even if the supplies are tight, Adrianople still gathers the largest group of people in the western part of the empire, and on the military road north of the fortress, there are more migratory groups coming every day to escape the enemy in the direction of Fort Philip,

"Your father is coming," John Ducasse Jr. announced to his Scythian slave girl, "and your husband is coming." ”

Kutaiskberg's daughter tried to raise her head, but was pressed down by the chief nobleman.

"What would your Magyar king think when he saw what you were doing for me?"

This time, Irina didn't move, and continued to work between the thighs of the chief nobleman.

Little John picked up a piece of preserved plums, closed his eyes and chewed, the sweet and astringent sensation stimulated the taste buds, how people should be afraid of what was happening, but why is the difference between reason and senses so great? If that's the day before the end of the day, it's not bad.

"The mercenaries we brought in across the ocean did at least one good deed, bringing us back a slippery piece of Scythian amber."

Ducasse remembered Herodotus' description of the nomads: the ancient Masagetae used to share their wives, and the Masagethai men felt the need to hang a quiver on the woman's cart and do whatever they wanted without anyone disturbing them.

If this custom is true, then isn't his current behavior in line with the standard of a man on horseback? Everyone refers to the Dukasas as "Lydians", not only because of their region of origin, but also because of their wealth. Now it seems that perhaps this Solomon is more suitable for the title, his first wife was sleeping with a Pole, and the second wife was in a Roman tent, and what good husband could be compared to him but King Candaules of Lydia?

His fingers caressed Irina's back, and the sweet fragrance quickly emanated, he had wandered the alleys of the capital, and was familiar with the tricks of dealing with the lowest prostitutes, even if those women were accustomed to scratching their nakedness with the most vulgar gestures—as a rule, he was rarely stimulated too strongly, shame, excitement, reflexes, all distant memories, good memories.

But this one...... This one is different from the previous ones...... Aphrodite's are ...... How did Solomon get to where he is now?

The vibration of the floor became more and more obvious, like the deck of a ship at sea, he was getting faster and closer, and the common anticipation made both of them more and more excited, like a fierce horse that could not put on the reins, like a crocodile strangled its prey in the Nile, his hand held her long black hair, and the itch came through the roots, and the feeling spread to the top of Irina's head with extraordinary precision and instantaneousness since she had undergone a sacred operation.

"Goddamn bitch!" With the crunch of a piston, the sound of a horn reached the depths of the castle, interrupting the venting desire in the secluded chamber.

The horn of panic - woo woo woo

There is no more glitz and arrogance of the Romans—woo-woo-woo

Angus climbed the ladder to the top of the high wall, stood beside the crossbowman on the battlement, and looked far to the north, and the whole world began to shake.

A nation rolls like a dark cloud on the northern horizon, countless thousands, rumbling wheels, warriors singing in unison, thousands of wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, all leaping into view.

They may be covered in rotten leather, and the chill in their eyes is unquestionable, they are people of war!

"Why? Why Us? Angus's mind was in turmoil, and everyone, including the trembling crossbowman who was with him, all asked this question in their hearts.

There are warriors here, horses here, stone fortresses here, why did nomads come here? Shouldn't it be time for the Romans to meet up and go to Philip to fight them and drive them back to the north of the Pass of Haimos?

Did the Kuman-Pecheneg army of Tatoosh also come? They finally gave up the siege of Isacacia in the north, tired of the barren soil on the banks of the Danube, and decided to restart a gamble here - Adrianople?

"Looks like we're all going to have to stay here." Maeve approached Angus and let out a wry smile in his ear.

A central Praetorian army, a group of pawn mercenaries, and more importantly, a beautiful Ducasse. Angus was not a Roman and did not know what such a combination had ever brought.

The stars of the empire may be reversed, but not here, here is another Manzkert.