"Stand back! Back off! The officer of the ironclad cavalry beckoned to the soldiers behind him, and instead of looking back at Pulgolia, who was getting closer and closer, for he was armed to the teeth, and his whole face was wrapped in heavy chain mail, revealing only the gap between his two eyes.

The horror revealed in those eyes was clearly terrifying, no matter how elite they were, even if the group charge could kill Augusta Avenue into a sea of corpses and blood, it was meaningless.

It's ridiculous, but it's so true, it may be insulting, and even the irony is such an image: Augusta is walking on Augusta's avenue under the escort of the people.

The soldiers of the garrison of the capital retreated on the Augusta Avenue, and the soldiers of Hermanus pressed Pulgolia forward unhindered.

"Hermanus has slain under the walls! They took Augusta hostage. ”

The successive bad news made everyone present gasp, and they all turned their eyes to Marcian who was standing in front of him and looking at the Luga army below in a daze.

Such a blow to a so-called "Augustus", or a husband, how to deal with his inner emotions became a common problem faced by all the officers present.

How can Marcian calm down? Lugarco watched his jokes below, and everyone knew that if Marcian didn't act, the momentum was really gone, or that he had entered the end of his crossbow, and no matter how hard he tried, it would be a futile struggle.

Marcian's archers turned to face the chaotic crowd below.

"Rebel! Rebels! Rebels! ”

The townspeople mingled with the soldiers, and they raised their sticks and pointed them at the defenders on the city walls, who had been defending against the invasion from outside the city, and had to point their fingers at the citizens behind them.

"Oh my God, I saw a flood that flooded the city of Constantine." Some of the panicked archers whispered to each other, everyone's hands shaking.

If you let them do it, who can do it? Not to mention that Augusta is in it, a considerable part of this group of protesters are the families of the defenders, and no matter how hard-hearted they are, they will not kill their own family members because of an uncertain mission.

The guards under the city were compressed and huddled, and they really didn't dare to attack the people in front of them.

"Look, look!"

Lifted by the soldiers in the rear, at the front of the crowd, Hermanus held up the parchment in his hand and said to the crowd: "Marcian is a rebel, he usurped the one that belonged to Flavis. Luga's position, how can he be virtuous? It's not just a bastard with a woman's legs. ”

Then Hermanus read aloud the edict of Theodosius, and the scene was surprisingly quiet, and everyone listened carefully to the edict that Hermanus had said, and there was no doubt that everyone present was in the blood of the king, and everyone wanted to know the truth of the matter.

They now know the truth from Hermanus's mouth, and that is that Marcian is the real one

"Slander, it's total slander." On the city wall, Marcian finally broke out under forbearance, this poor man, probably the pressure in his heart reached a critical value, and finally couldn't bear to ignite the entire powder keg under the spark of this opportunity!

"Liars, liars! Theodosius's edicts were lies, they were offending and ignoring the public, but they didn't know it. Marcian roared, like a mad beast, and he turned and rushed to the innermost layer of the wall, snatched the compound bow of one of the archers, and drew his arrow. His eyes were red, and his gaze was fixed on Hermanus, who was stirring up a revolt below.

What was Marcian's heart like at this time? Anger, incomprehension, or sadness, in short, all the negative emotions wrapped him, stirred him to regret his mistakes, and beat his chest.

But he could not expose his furious emotions to the world, or at least not to the soldiers standing beside him, for no one wanted to trust the orders of a madman who had lost his mind.

"You forced me, Hermanus, the faithful general of Theodosius, you are just on the wrong side, fool!" Marcian sighed softly, a tear sliding down his vicissitudes of life, a tear that made the ambitious Supreme Commander of the garrison so old in an instant.

"Be careful, Hermanus, be careful!"

Some citizens overheard that Marcian on the city wall had rounded his bowstring, and the sharp arrow was pointed directly at Hermanus, who stood out in the crowd.

"Whew!"

Hermanus only paused for a moment, and before he could react, the arrow that broke out of Marcian's hand pierced his throat like a bolt of lightning, and his roar stopped abruptly at that moment, and the splattered blood stained the faces of the soldiers below.

Like a towering lighthouse crashing to the ground, Hermanus fell with his head back in front of everyone's gaze, allowing dozens of solid arms below him to support him.

Like a precious object, people called out to Hermanus's name and gently held him in their arms, and everyone couldn't hold back their tears, and they prayed in their hearts that God would not take the veteran away, but destiny would not be broken.

The poor old man, the arrow pierced his neck, and he could not breathe, suffocated by the blood-stained arrow.

"Father! Father! Berialius threw himself away from the soldiers in front of him and threw himself to Hermanus's side, grasping Hermanus' hand tightly, calling out in a hoarse voice, his eyes already clouded with tears.

"Baseleus!"

"What, father, what do you say again?"

"Ba... Baselus! ”

Almost with the last of his strength, the life force was finally drained from Hermanus's body, and he did his best to shove the blood-stained parchment into Berialius's hands.

At this moment, the father and son finally came together in the last moments of his father's life, and Berialus understood what Hermanus meant, and he clutched the parchment tightly and nodded heavily at Hermanus, even though Hermanus's eyes had lost their life and had become dull.

"Baseleus! Baselus! ”

Inheriting the will of Hermanus, the soldiers, the townspeople, shouted Barcellus over and over again, and looked back at Marcian on the city walls, their tearful eyes shining with hatred.

"Crazy! Lunatic! ”

Marcian had long since stopped crying, and the burden of reality had weighed down on this tall man who could not bear it in the end. I'm afraid that at this time, there is no one who can comprehend despair and helplessness better than Marcian.

"What are you waiting for?" Marcian wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, his heart was now like ashes, and he wanted to ignite the flame of heavy resistance, he had already worn out the last of his conscience, and shouted at the soldiers beside him: "Slaughter them, kill these rebels!" ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The soldiers roared, their hearts twisted together, the pain that was almost suffocating, I am afraid that there was no more unbearable torture in the world.

They pointed their bows and arrows at the citizens below, no matter how many of them were friends, relatives, lovers, they are not now, they are enemies, there is no doubt about it!

Arrows rained down, piercing the defenseless flesh below.

There were constantly screams and falling to the ground, and each of them fell with such confusion and confusion in their eyes, probably wondering what kind of tyrant this so-called Augustus was before they died.

"Attack! Offensive! ”

Braving the rain of arrows, Berialius was thoroughly enraged, and he roared over and over again in a hoarse voice, and the sailors blew the horns of the attack.

The slaughter and blood enraged everyone, and the townspeople and sailors roared in rage, lifting Pulgolia and the family and courtiers of Flavis above their heads and making them human shields.

The screams of women and the sound of arrows falling on flesh were quickly drowned out by the roars of the crowd, and the sea that rolled under the storm roared, surging into the impregnable walls.

"Brush!"

Outside the city, Lugar drew his iron sword, and although he knew nothing about the situation inside, his intuition told him that Hermanus needed support at this time!

"Attack! Offensive! ”

Luga swung his sword and pointed it at the walls of Constantinople in front of him, and the soldiers carried the ladder and rushed towards Constantinople.