Constantinople was greeted with a messy guest, covered in dust, who seemed to have been on the road for a long time.

The midday sun was unbearable, not only for the citizens who hid under the eaves to escape the heat, but also for the soldiers standing on the walls, who cursed the damn weather so loudly that they were dizzy and almost tore off their armor.

They set up tents on the city walls to take refuge from the heat, which was not allowed in the army code, but who would be foolish enough to stand under the sun and risk their lives to obey the lifeless dogma?

They sat on top of the golden gate, which the Greeks were proud of at every mention of it, drank shoddy wine, and then described it as if they were tasting a damn shrew.

It's nice, it's another boring and repetitive day.

"Hey, look, what's that?"

While a few people were taking refuge from the heat, a soldier stood up to tidy up his crotch that had already been wet with sweat, but he raised his head coldly and saw a trace of abnormality.

Only to see a group of cavalry appear on the dry ground in the distance, and they came at a rapid pace, the smoke and dust behind them obscuring everything the soldiers could see.

It may have been that the heat was unbearable for them, and they were less than a hundred meters away from the Golden Gate of Constantinople. I'm afraid that I can't bear the heat and fall off the horse.

"Oh my God."

The soldiers on the city wall poked their heads out and looked at the stopped group as if they were watching a play, "I bet the guy who took the lead must have fallen hard." ”

"Oh, what did I say! What should I say. Now there is a shortage of soldiers, whether beggars or nobles, they all crave strong walls, heavily armed soldiers, just like you and me. Let's see, where did this fleeing nobleman come from, Perintos? Or Filippopoli? ”

It's all like watching a farce, and it seems that these guys guarding the walls are bored. It's also a joy to make fun of other people's tragedies, at least it's fun, isn't it?

"Hey, Milian, open the door, there's another down-and-out nobleman coming from afar, see what he's brought?" The men on the city walls greeted the guys at the gates.

"Okay, okay, let me see which unlucky guy it is, it's really unreasonable to want to come in so hurriedly without coming up with some real reward!"

It was as if everything was ready, and the group of people who were getting closer and closer in front of them no longer looked like a team, but more like more than twenty money bags walking towards them.

Imagine a gold coin in a person's hand, what a huge amount of money, when the time comes, drink good wine in the tavern, and play the most beautiful mother-in-law.

"Hey, stop, we need to check, this is Augustus' order!" At Augustus's orders, any form of money was made to be made in vain, and this fellow named Milian stood in the middle of the bridge, blocking the way of the passers-by.

Seeing that they didn't stop, a man in hard leather armor who looked like a guard rushed up and punched Milian in the face!

"Oops!"

This blow was not light, and it made Milian's legs weak, and he sat down heavily on the ground. The soldiers behind Milian didn't agree when they saw it, and said yes, even a small nobleman dared to fight Augustus's guards.

"Quick, Augustus is going to go in!"

I was about to raise my spear to give them some color to see, only to see these people carrying one person and rushing in without saying a word, so I looked at it so closely, it was really "Augustus" Marcian himself.

This made these soldiers gasp, but fortunately they did not lose their minds, and they managed to save their lives.

Marcian rode back with a guard of no more than twenty men.

The embarrassed appearance made the soldiers defending the city of Constantinople not believe that this was their man who had just declared himself Augustus.

Pulgolia could no longer sit on Augustus' throne with the same composure as she had then, and she sat on the soft throne with trepidation, as if a sharp knife would stab her at any moment from the eiderdown cushion below.

Marcian, supported by the crowd, kept walking towards Pulgolia, panting and disgraced, without the appearance of a so-called Augustus.

Marcian had the recklessness to enter, and the maid who stood by screamed incessantly, and this embarrassed fellow, unless he had looked at it with wide eyes, could not really have seen that this was their Augustus Marcian.

"What's wrong, my husband!" Seeing Marcian break in, Pulgolia immediately bounced up from her seat, like a light-footed girl, and jumped in front of Marcian.

Marcian didn't look like a god, and he said to Pulgolia in a trembling voice: "Quick, consolidate the defense!" Fortify your defenses! ”

"What's wrong, my husband!" Pulgolia was also kept in the dark and knew nothing about anything outside of Constantinople.

"Don't mention it, my wife!"

Marcian sighed repeatedly, the guards carried him to the throne, a glass of wine down, Marcian looked a lot more relaxed, but his expression was still solemn, as if a catastrophe was coming.

"We're in big trouble, Pulgolia, my wife!" Marcian looked at Pulgolia with a hurried expression, his face pale, still not coming back from his fear, "Flavis. Lugatse turned against the Thracian field army, and they must be coming towards us now! ”

The embarrassed smile disappeared from Pulgolia's face, and it was not surprising that this woman, she was so surprised, fortunately, all the power and status she had so hard gained were now crumbling before her eyes, and men would become flustered because of it, let alone women.

"How could it be! How so! Pulgolia was in a hurry, pacing back and forth, muttering something in her mouth.

It's not difficult to understand this mood, it's like a piece of cake in front of me, and my subconscious tells me that it belongs to me, but there is always an unfriendly hand in front of me getting closer and closer to this cake.

The psychological moment generated by the defense oppressed the couple, who hugged each other and cried when there was no one around.

"How many more do we have?" Pulgolia asked, lying in Marcian's arms.

"30,000 people, plus all the citizens who can mobilize, we should be able to have 60,000 people."

"Then Flavies. What about Luga's army? ”

"Fifty thousand! A well-equipped army, but I don't know how many supporters he still has, you know what I mean, Pulgolia, and now it seems as if all of Rome except Constantinople is working against us. ”

"Marcian!" Pulgolia looked at Marcian with a serious face and said, "I don't allow you to say such a discouraged thing, we still have strong walls, a full army, Flavis. Luga won't succeed so easily! ”