"Your Majesty, the Afigali Governor's Mansion in North Africa has sent an urgent report, the Arab barbarians along the desert have conquered the Berbers along the way, and tens of thousands of horses are besieging Sinicalan, and the Afgali Governor's Mansion is in an emergency......."

Bad news has come to Constantinople one after another these days, especially in North Africa, which really made Emperor Constans panic, the Carthage Governorate is not only the empire's life-saving food production area, but also the origin of his Heraclius dynasty, Constants' grandfather Heraclius I is the son of the Carthaginian governor, relying on the military strength of North Africa to defeat the usurping emperor Phocas at the end of the five-year "chaos" and "chaos", and ascend to the throne.

Now the nest is gone!

It's a pity that in the Senate of Constantinople, a group of senators in red robes and full of 'fat' brains are still struggling with the problem of dog skin plaster 'medicine' that seems to be impossible to chew.

"Your Majesty, if you move the capital to Rome and use the city of Constantinople as a border pass to resist, you can still protect the country of our Roman Empire, if the imperial state still stays in Constantinople, once this place is broken by the Arabs, our Rome will be like the Western Roman Empire!"

The 'fat' and fat belly protruded from the boss, and the old Leonti, who was holding up the ancient Roman senator's red robe like a dumpling skin, tried his best to squeeze his small eyes and pose with a sad look, listening to his shouts and speeches, and many people in the main battle faction booed.

"Leonti, you still know that the Western Roman Empire has fallen, Rome has been broken, the city walls cannot be defended at all, and there are still barbarians around, how can you still bear the capital of a country, Leonti, don't forget that those untouchables in Rome have all been 'confused' and 'confused' by the Roman Bishop's Palace, the Pope of Rome, I think you sincerely want our Rome to die! 'Hands' power into the hands of the Pope. "It's really an extreme, thin as a cadre, and a red-robed patriarch," another Konstantin reprimanded with awe.

However, many of the patriarchs 'revealed' disdain on their faces, don't look at him thin, Constantine is a famous landowner in Constantinople, he also has a wine workshop in the city, and even a big brothel, the industry can be very large, his ancestors were military officers who migrated here with Constantine I, how could he be willing to leave the wealth of Constantinople?

But what Constantine said is really right, in the previous barbarian invasions, the Goths, Vandals, Franks, Normans, and Vikings were attacked, and the once rich provinces of Gaul and Spain have long been occupied by barbarians, although the Italian provinces were recovered by Justinian I, there are also dilapidated, and the cities that ancient Rome introduced to the outside have long been reduced to ruins, controlling the rich eastern territory of the empire, and the Byzantine Empire has not had the heart to repair it in the past.

Where it was still the center of Christianity's self-development, both the people's conditions and the property environment were much worse than Constantinople's, at least half of the senators were still unwilling to go to that place. (Good Novel)

Seeing that he had gained a harmonious voice, even the advocates of moving the capital were all bowing their heads and pondering, Constantine couldn't help but be full of triumph in his eyes, but he didn't wait for long for him to be proud, and he had been looking at Emperor Constans, who was covered in salt and frost and desperately rushed from North Africa to send messengers with red and swollen eyes and in a daze, but he suddenly jumped up as if he had woken up.

"Say no more." Suddenly, the first weak Constans was like a gentleman, and his white hair trembled and shouted: "Move the capital back to Rome, and tomorrow Augustus will leave Constantinople by boat, and if you want to stay and die, no one cares about you." ”

After speaking, under the stunned gaze of more than 500 senators, Constans waved the sleeves of the emperor's purple robe and walked out.

Before he could walk out of the palace, the cold big 'door' was suddenly pushed open, and a dirty, bloody man with a fishy smell, staggering suddenly broke in, knelt in the center of the hall with a plop, and cried miserably: "Ankara is lost!" ”

At this moment, whether it was the main battle faction or the main peace faction, all the patriarchs' faces turned pale, and Constans staggered back a step.

After two years of preparation, Byzantium reluctantly restored the military district system, but I didn't expect the barrier of Asia Minor to be lost so quickly, only half a month, Ankara, an important town in central Asia Minor, the seat of the governor's palace, was lost, and the terrain from there to the Bosphorus Strait can be leveled very much, leaving only a few cities such as the coastal Buddha and Pergamon to defend, it can be said that it will not be long before the Arab army will once again hit the city of Constantinople.

"General Mezchos, gather your team, it won't be long before the Romans will be far away from the swords and swords of these desert heretics, and the threat of death." He patted the shoulder of the Roman general, who was covered in blood, and his tone was full of heaviness and pity, but after finishing speaking, Constans strode out without stopping, and the rest of the senators couldn't help but be full of complications, got up from their seats, and followed one by one out of the senate.

Only the general Matzios, who had not yet understood, was still 'confused' and asked loudly to the many elders: "Your Majesty has agreed, what about the reinforcements?" Where to recruit reinforcements? Conscription of mercenaries from Macedonia? Hire barbarians from Great Greece? Conscription of urban freedmen? Are you going to talk about it? ”

In the midst of the bitter doubts, more and more senators left their seats and walked out of the palace, until the unbearable co-ruling emperor, Constantine IV, the son of Constans, was full of shame, and walked to Mezchos with difficulty, patted him on the shoulder and recounted the emperor's decision to move the capital just now, and then the heart-rending cry sounded in the court and spread far and wide.

Despite the 'chaos' and 'chaos', more than 100 Mediterranean ships that were temporarily built in successive years were still docked at the ports near the Golden Horn, tens of thousands of palace 'attendants' and senatorial servants continued to carry wealth onto the ships and withdrew from Ankara, and thousands of Byzantine heavy cavalry were also packing up their bags with a depressed expression.

The Roman Imperial Troopers had always been known for obeying orders, and although they were unwilling, these Roman Imperial soldiers still had to follow the Emperor to Rome westward.

On the other side, the general Mezchos, who was hurriedly repairing his wounds, looked at the splendid Hagia Sophia, the magnificent Byzantine Grand Palace, and the Colosseum that the Byzantines were proud of.

In view of the difficult wars faced by the Byzantine Empire and the hungry wolf-like enemies around it, Heraclius I made profound reforms after ascending the throne, the most important of which was the reform of the military regionalization, which was very similar to the Ming Dynasty Wei system, in the frontier areas to give land to the soldiers' families, the entire administrative system was replaced by the military system, and the generals replaced the mayors and governors as the supreme governors of the regions, using the soldiers' loyalty to the land to 'boost' morale and defend the territory.

Metzchos was the general of the Apshkin Military District in Asia Minor.

Indeed, with the establishment of the military district system, even if the last time the Arabs hit the Bosphorus near Constantinople, the scattered military district troops were still fighting guerrilla battles to defend their homeland, this time it was also the case that the strong soldiers of the military region gathered into a legion and fought fiercely for more than ten days with the numerically superior Arab army in Ankara, more than half of the soldiers were killed, and the homeland was ravaged by the Arabs.

Once the emperor ordered them to swear allegiance to defend them, but now the emperor himself abandoned them, feeling a strong betrayal, the more they drank the more dull they became, the more red their eyes became, and before they knew it, Mezchos's hand 'touched' the Roman sword to the side.

With the hissing sound of metal grinding, the glittering Roman general's sword was slowly pulled out in half, but before it could be completely unsheathed, one hand held him and stuffed it back again.

"Caesar!"

Seeing Constantine IV suddenly appear in front of him, Mezchos immediately woke up in fright, cold sweat rolled down on his head, and hurriedly bent down to salute, but the young co-emperor didn't seem to be able to feel Mezchos's murderous aura just now, and smiled kindly.

"Augustus ordered the general to lead his army to join the royal guards and board the ship to protect him on his way to Great Greece."

"As you wish." Frustrated, he stood up, sword in his hand, and was about to walk down the tavern, but behind him, Constantine IV suddenly lowered his voice.

"Does the general have trustworthy subordinates? My sister Anna may have a way to help the general, the military district. ”

The different 'color' disappeared in a flash, and Madzychos turned his head in shock, but Constantine IV's young face 'revealed' a wry smile: "I don't want to leave behind the great country left by my ancestors!" ”

An hour later, close to noon, the Greens and Blues, who had always been at odds in Constantinople, were rarely confined to their homes, and as the Emperor led a large number of senators to evacuate, the whole of Constantinople was lifeless, and a feeling of abandonment permeated it.

Full of melancholy, Constantine IV also stood on the bow of the ship, watching the Hagia Sophia, the Byzantine Grand Palace, and the proud walls of Theodosius disappear from view little by little, and finally disappear into the mist of the Mediterranean.

As soon as Metzios had finished drinking, in a hotel not far from the Hagia Sophia Cathedral, another man was also drinking, and unlike the Greeks and Romans with brown or blond hair and chestnut eyes, this man was dressed in a long robe, a deep robe, and wore a high crown on his head.

Langzhong of the Ministry of Rites of the Fujian State, Yang Xiong, the envoy of the Byzantine mission.

I have been here for more than a year, almost all the streets and alleys of Constantinople have been run, but Yang Xiong's hope of returning to China is getting slimmer and slimmer, the main princess Anna is still imprisoned in the Galatai Fort on the Golden Horn, and the money is enough to 'spend', but the hope of Byzantine vassal seems to be getting slimmer and slimmer, except for 'spending' money to Dredge up the relationship with Anna, Yang Xiong can't do anything, only to waste time 'yin', especially today the Byzantine emperor actually ran away, which makes him feel even more hopeless.

Even Yang Xiong felt that King Min had forgotten him?

"Haha, there are fewer cups of wine for a confidant, there is wine today and drunk today, good poetry, good poetry!" With a depressed stomach, drinking Byzantine low-alcohol wine, Yang Xiong could drink 'confused', and just when Yang Xiong drank the opposite shadow into three people, a black-robed man appeared in front of him.

"Do you want to save Princess Anna?"

"Hu, nonsense, my Royal Highness wants to be a minister of Byzantium." Trembling and shaking his fingers, Yang Xiong actually fell to the ground drunk, his head hit the chair and bumped into a big bag, but he saw that the black-robed man was depressed, and he had to step forward to help him up.

The sturdy and ornate armor and long swords of the Roman officers 'revealed' a glimmer of light...... say