In the 453rd year of the birth of Jesus, Luga was already very weak.

No, he thinks he shouldn't, he is not confused, although he is old, but he has not yet reached the limit.

There was no physical sickness, but somehow he was getting weaker and weaker from the headache, his face was pale, and his whole body looked very weak, which Luga blamed on drinking a sip of river water mixed with the blood of the dead on the plains of Chalon.

Yes, it was all a curse, a side effect of the killing he had sown and even subconsciously gave birth to another strange and familiar individual, who slept like a baby, but who gave Luga pain with every breath.

"It must be sick, it must be sick." Lu Jia comforted himself over and over again in his heart, until now, he can only use this to comfort himself, after all, there is no medical means to find out what kind of disease he is now, after all, small diseases that are not big problems in the future are incurable diseases now.

Along the way, he carefully studied the map of Rome in the east in his hand, after all, he needed the help of forces from other parts of the empire, and relying only on the various field armies in the Balkans to maintain his rule, then it would inevitably completely shatter the loose federation of Rome.

Therefore, Luga did not dare to make any mistakes, even if every step forward was a risky move.

Even when he got out of the carriage, he was a little slumpy, but he still adjusted his state, took a deep breath, and quietly restrained his slightly painful expression.

Facing Zeno, who was kneeling on the ground, Luga reached out and bent down and stroked his head.

Zeno also put a lot of effort into meeting Baseleus, dressed in festive costumes, completely oblivious to the filthy ground that would stain the silk on his body.

"The hair was freshly washed, and some dampness." Luga smiled and said to Zeno, "Your Excellency should indeed learn some Latin or Greek in order to be recognized by the civilized Romans. ”

It was only then that Zeno hurriedly wiped the filth from his face, so as not to make Basellus unhappy because of his embarrassment. He knelt on the ground and looked up at the interpreter beside Luga, who was translating Luga's words into the Isurian language.

“&$&！”

"What did he say?" Luga looked suspiciously at the interpreter beside him.

"He said, understood." The interpreter replied cautiously.

Luga nodded slightly, then motioned for Zeno to get up and lead them into the town not far away.

Although it is a town, it is more appropriate to say that it is more than a colony in the strict sense.

The town sits on a high ground, and the wooden walls enclose the highest part of the hill in an irregular circle, and the houses inside are scattered in twos and threes.

Behind the wooden walls there are also watchtowers scattered around the town, guarded by guards armed with bows and spears as a defensive force.

It's not so much a town as it is like a wooden fence surrounding several villages.

The Isurians had multiplied here for generations, and when they learned of Augustus' arrival, all thought it was the first time they had ever seen it, and they put down their busy work and went out of the house, staring wide at the men who came in from the gates, escorted by heavily armed guards.

The children's eyes widened in astonishment at the Praetorian Guards, who wore horned helmets, covered scales, and a purple cape, which were far more imposing than the guards in sheepskins.

Their eyes are full of envy, and who doesn't want to dress up and think they are handsome and walk down the road enjoying the envious gaze of others?

When they saw a man wearing a golden crown and holding a golden scepter, and wearing a purple toga with various patterns embroidered with gold thread, it must be a simple person who can wear such luxurious clothes.

The adults of Isuriya bowed their heads when they saw Luga, showing their reverence for Augustus.

"In the past, Augustus stayed away from this place, not to mention the scholars who held the cover of civilization, which led to the fact that while other places were becoming more civilized, it was still standing still." Luga frowned as he looked at the bumpy road beneath his feet, and said, "This scene makes me feel like I'm back in Julius. At the time of Caesar's expedition to Gaul, fortunately he was on a war horse, and I was on foot. ”

“%#$*+……”

"I'm so sorry, Caesar, it's already our best city."

"And how many garrisons are there in this city?"

"More than five hundred people."

"So little......," Luga said this, shaking his head slightly, and then asked, "How many towns like yours are there?" ”

"About twenty or so." The interpreter listened and translated, "The other towns are even smaller, and the number of soldiers that can sustain them is only more than a hundred. ”

"So if a war breaks out, how much will you mobilize?"

"Generally, when a war breaks out, a field army from the center will come to us, and we will usually send a few hundred people to accompany it until the war is over."

"So, if Constantinople doesn't have time to respond, or asks you to do it yourself, what will you do?"

"There are almost 20,000 soldiers who can be assembled with all their might."

"Too little, too little!" Luga couldn't help but clench his fists when he heard this.

After all, the barbarian region can bring together warriors from all over the world, and the army that can be assembled is nothing more than a rabble.

Thinking of this, Luga raised his head and looked at the soldiers on both sides of the road now, wearing bronze helmets, like an ancient Greek look.

Because they were known to the world as mercenaries of the Greeks, it was precisely because of the long period of legal inability to cover them that the Issurians still lived in a semi-barbaric state.

The courtiers and even the Privy Councillor Demiscius thought that this was nothing more than a land called Rome filled with barbarians!

Because the Isuriya region is next to Cappadocia, and because Isuria has no civilized education, many times the bandits and robbers are all over the region, after all, the looted things are delicious.

"Zeno, I need you now, I need you to play for Rome!" Luga came to a halt in front of the town's council chamber, and looked at the cramped space inside, which really disgusted Luga, and he decided to explain the problem here.

"What's the matter? Caesar! ”

"I need you to gather an army, at least ten thousand people."

"Is there anything we need to do?"

"There are a lot of unstable elements in Rome today, and they have done far more harm than the bandits and robbers have done."

"Caesar means that we will be at your command, and in the end we will be under your command?"

"Yes, I need followers." Luga shrugged his shoulders and said self-righteously, "For followers, the more the merrier." ”