Elsewhere in the palace, by the edge of the forest garden, Agnes, who was sorting out the documents and seal keys, was hugged by Anna from behind, and she couldn't help but lean forward against the gold marble wall, "I have decided to go to the Durazo camp as the Imperial Barcelissa before the big plan for the coming year, and you will also accompany me." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Huh?" Agnes frowned, "And what about things over here?" ”

"Just leave it to Hetomia, and the documents in the East will be handled by Wen Ruomina, the sleeping officer left behind by Tarsus. There is no need to worry about the situation in the capital, after all, the palace forbidden army and the official Muzafei Adin stayed behind. I'll just take the Imperial Cavalry Regiment with me, and by the way, I'll supervise the three boys and the rest of the palace guards, who will surely gather around the Emperor to learn from the experience of war. ”

Agnes's girdle was gently strangled by Barcelissa, her gray hair was on the neck and neckline, her chest was snow-white and slightly bulged, and her face was a little red, she knew that Anna was still a "fun-loving" in her bones, and the reason why she must take herself to Durazo was mostly to recreate the "grand event" of the previous night, except for the absence of the Golden Hand Archon.

Gawain also wrote that the siege had been going on for almost three months, and that he wanted to end the battle in two months, that is, in the spring of the following year, and destroy all the enemies in the city. So we need to do something on the Durazo River, and we need your advice. ”

"Then I'll just plan it here!" Agnes refused at first.

Anna twisted Agnes's plump cheeks and said angrily, "Absolutely not! How could a project such a vital event as war be completed with drawings and imagination in a palace hundreds of miles away? Be sure to observe on the spot, Gawain will protect you and me, and I will also see how the city of Durazo fell. ”

"Why ......," Agnes retorted, but she could clearly see something unusual in Anna's eyes.

"I want to see how the city of Durazzo fell, not only that, but also the future Sicilian Palermo, the future city of Rome, and the future island of Crete...... I don't want to put up with too much time to be separated. ”

Agnes was stunned, she didn't quite understand Anna's emotions, she had stayed behind to preside over the court and government affairs very steadily during Gawain's expedition before.

But in the end, the little sunfish agreed.

The Thracian sky at the end of the year and the new year, the snow was falling calmly, the sky was closer to pale, the snow and ice hung on several sides of the avenue of Egnandia, some puddles were frozen, the sun shone in all kinds of bright colors, many birds flocked, hovering above the gates of the imperial capital until the march of the avenue, they knew that now was the best time to forage.

Cloth-covered wagons, iron-clad chariots, spear-ridden two-wheeled chariots drawn by small mules, wagons loaded with light artillery and ammunition, squeaked along the wide gravel roads of the avenues, wheels and axles rubbing against each other, squeaks and creaks, servants carrying tents and luggage on their backs, marching slowly and orderly at the head and end of the procession, their heavy armor in the middle of the vehicles, most of them cloaked in blue-gray cloaks. Forty court attendants who had gone to Durazo to serve as junior officers rode on horseback to serve as guards on either side of the shoulder-to-shoulder procession, and they wore light armor and gold-trimmed cloaks, some carried swords on their right shoulders, some carried spears with colored flags, and their hair was full of color—black, crimson, grass yellow, and so on, all of all nationalities.

Macojanias, Kukui and Zangi are the brightest and most striking stars in the team, so Barcelissa specifically asked them to be their own bodyguards.

A light rain fell again, bits and pieces on the brim of the helmet of Marcianias, who was probably the only one in the process, and the rest of the young guards were all haired and triumphant on horseback before setting out to make the citizens of Gallipoli and the ladies of the court notice them.

They walked and walked, and the weather was sometimes quiet and snowy, sometimes accompanied by a little wet rain with the wind, and sometimes it was clear with lovely white clouds floating over people's heads.

Up to Thessaloniki, the environment was peaceful, the hostile piracy of Crete and Moria had diminished, trade had resumed on the frontiers, and the fairs of Thessaloniki had come alive again - and the young guards of all nationalities could not help but be amazed to see the majestic acropolis and jagged hillside battlements of the second largest coastal city of the empire, and the goods markets and bunting tents of all kinds stretching along the river.

Some daring children ran straight out onto the road, selling goods to the soldiers on horseback: trinkets, drinks and pastries.

Both Kukui and Zangi bought some.

But Markanias was still so stern and stern that his face was still buckled under his helmet, and even the children thought him to be a sculpture on horseback, where many young women with turbans in turbans leaned on the woods and by the river, looking with fiery eyes at the beautiful and proud young nobles of the court, chattering about their looks, their armor, their swords, and their sparious mounts.

Makjanias sometimes thought of Helena, sometimes of the battlefield, after all, the smoke of gunpowder and the battle were getting closer and closer to him, and his thoughts were romantic: on the endless battlefield of Dulazo, he was covered with gilded armor, and his mount head had two colored feathers erected on the's neck armor, and he held a riding spear with a horse's tail, and then his beloved Emperor His Majesty drew his sword and shouted, "Makyanias, my child, rush!" The horse's hooves flew, and he tightened his reins and rushed into the black-pressed enemy formation, and at the moment he burst in, he leveled his spear, and the embroidered armor on his horse flipped over, and with a cry of "For Princess Helena", he drove straight into it like a Frankish knight, and was the first to fight the enemy! Then the emperor's approval came from behind, "What a shame my child! ”

After the battle, he held the head of the enemy's general and showed Baselius and Baselisa who were sitting on a low bench in the camp tent, with a scarlet Persian blanket under their feet, and a sharp-eyed falcon squatting on the wooden frame next to him. The Emperor spoke in an angry reproachful tone.

But Barcelissa said to her husband, "Isn't that great? Jerusalem is ready to give up her marriage to my daughter, so she will marry Helena to a real lover. Okay, Makjanias? You have proved with courage that you are a true Roman warrior, a man who can protect and care for Helena for the rest of her life. ”

"Of course I do!" Makjanias shouted excitedly.