Hundreds of farmers are working on the barren land, and all the original green grass here has been uprooted.

A peasant woman who speaks Bulgarian seeds seeds in the field, while her husband helps loosen the soil.

"Paul!"

"Help me Panasonic the land here."

The peasant women worked very hard, and the land here was originally a wasteland, and it was only after the Bulgarians came that it came to life.

The ridges on both sides were trampled by busy farmers, and there was a trickle of water in between.

The houses not far away were newly built, and the Imperial Army recruited excellent craftsmen to instruct these Bulgarian prisoners of war, and the humble dwellings were built.

"I miss our kids!"

The peasant woman was in tears, uprooted from her homeland and came here, losing her child, and this pain and despair

The man who was still farming stopped his movements, and tears flashed in his eyes.

Erasing it, Paul turned his head and sighed silently.

Back then, it was all for the freedom of Bulgaria, and now it looks like a dream.

The dream is still awake!

The Imperial Army imprisoned the rebel soldiers in the Imperial Capital, where they were punished with hard labor.

However, the Roman Emperor did not take their lives, even if they rebelled, and the Emperor once again forgave the Bulgarians.

However, it was not without a price, as all the rebel soldiers were forced to leave their homeland and set foot on the western lands of Anatolia.

Those with a little insight know that this was the front line of the confrontation between the Imperial Army and the Seljuk cavalry of Rom.

The Imperial Army distributed simple swords to the Bulgarians who came to defend themselves, but not armor.

Every Bulgarian family that came over had hostages imprisoned in the imperial capital, or in Nicaea in the rear.

The Bulgarians are dead!

Ahead were the iron horsemen of the Seljuks, and the tribal nomads of the Turkic people were cruelly watching.

Behind was the advance of the Imperial Army, which reached the throat of the Bulgarians.

Can't move!

As pawns, the Bulgarians were pushed by the empire to the front line of the infidels.

As the Bulgarian Archbishop Fyodor said.

"May I fight for God!"

"Till death rest!"

It is better to die in battle with the infidels than to die at the hands of the Imperial army.

……

On the hill of the mountains, the former Archbishop of Thessaloniki, Eustatius, and the famous scholar Sinamos strolled.

"Sinamos, the biography of Emperor Manuel you wrote should be submitted to the Imperial Supreme!"

Eustatius snapped a decaying branch from a tree branch and let it fall to the ground, silently watching.

"Hmm!"

"But His Majesty Alexios hasn't replied yet."

"This new emperor actually won your heart like this, and you actually decided to assist him!"

Sinamos asked rhetorically.

"Among the emperors in front of the Komnenos family, who do you think this emperor is most like?"

The question silenced the outgoing archbishop for a moment.

"His Majesty Alexios I, one of the ancestors of the Komnenos!"

"Very nice Imperial soldier, like him!"

Eustatius hesitated, but spoke his mind anyway.

"Wrong!"

"It's like His Majesty Isaac!"

Eustatius was stunned, the first emperor of the House of Komnenos.

An almost forgotten monarch and the vanguard of the reformers.

The deposed king?

Isaac Komnenos, a reformist emperor, a powerful imperial soldier who implemented the New Deal.

The end was very miserable, and he was forced to abdicate after only two years in power, but fortunately he did not die.

"It's him!"

Sinamos replied in the affirmative, indicating his attitude.

It was not Alexios' military talent that surpassed ordinary people that he took into account when he joined the Supreme of the Empire, but Alexander the Great was unparalleled in the world.

"What I value is his determination to reform the internal affairs of the Empire!"

"Even if it is a break with the great nobles of the imperial capital, I must practice the new policy, this kind of courage is the monarch I want."

Eustatius laughed, he had been a reformist vanguard within the church.

However, under the suppression of the conservative Orthodox forces, he almost achieved nothing.

As he grows older, he is now sixty-seven.

Friends who were once like-minded passed away one by one and returned to the arms of God.

Only he is unwilling to stay in the world.

Historically, the old man's longevity would not be left until he was eighty.

He didn't see the day when the empire was renewed, and he refused to close his eyes.

This is also the reason why even if the empire is torn apart, the church firmly stands and supports the supremacy of the empire.

A significant portion of church insiders are also dissatisfied with the status quo and hope for change.

"Do you want me to recommend Betuck?"

Sinamos shook his head confidently.

"Your Majesty Emperor Alexios, if you refuse to summon me, it is my destiny, and you don't have to fight."

"Yes!"

"The Chosen One sent by the great God, if he is still as strong as ever."

"How are the Bulgarians here?"

"It's tame."

Sinamos looked solemn, looked at Eustatius, and confided a word.

"The Bulgarians are as obedient here as wolfdogs."

"But it still bites!"

Eustatius also looked at his friend and smiled.

"It depends on how well the hunter can control the fierce dogs!"

……