"Prepare the horses!"

Angrily walking out of the hallway, I shouted to Leon standing outside the door.

"The prince is going out?"

"I'll let you prepare the horses!"

"Did you ask Caesar?"

"Caesar, Caesar, Leon, are you my bodyguard, or Caesar's bodyguard?!"

Leon hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "I see." ”

"By the way, I still need something from you!"

After a while, a mount was led to the front door of the palace, I turned over and got on my horse, and then there were more than 20 guards who followed: "Go!"

Where Marcus's home was, I vaguely remember, was passing through a crowded square.

From the main entrance of the Grand Palace to the bottom of the hill, to the vicinity of the square, more and more people let me walk slower and slower, and finally after crossing a street junction, I let the wall block it, listening to the bustling discussion, only to see ahead, many people surrounded a building, which was the security office.

"What's going on?!" I exclaimed!

"I don't know what to do!"

I was opening my mouth to ask again, when I heard a commotion outside!

Stretching out his hand to block a ray of light, he saw a commotion below the police station in the distance, and many onlookers were racing to escape.

Looking at it, several figures jumped out of the steps of the security station, the situation was very bad, and the emotions of those few were very excited, and the two sides even reached the point of confronting each other with handcuffs.

One of them turned out to be Russians!

"Don't bully people too much! He just did what he had to do! Why do you say beat him!" a young man dressed as a sheriff pointed ahead with a handcuff in his hand, where the sheriff and the Russian stood opposite him. And beside him, it was a middle-aged man dressed as a sheriff, with a big belly. The hand holding a leather whip was held by the young sheriff.

The sheriff with the whip was furious, as were the Russians next to him.

"A pariah! A untouchable who stopped a nobleman's carriage in the street, and rudely brought our young lady here, do you know who she is! She is the Queen's chief lady-in-waiting, the Russian Queen's favored female official, and the great nobleman of our Russians!"

"But, sheriff, it's his duty to keep the empire safe!

"Bastard! Maintain it to the head of the empress's maids-in-waiting? That's the emperor's empress! You are a clay-legged man from a small place, can you take responsibility?!"

"What about the great Russian nobles! Is it because it is out of duty to stop a great Russian nobleman, so a person who has shed blood on the battlefield for the empire and sacrificed his life to the empire will have to pay the price? I'm not convinced!"

"Oh my God, I didn't expect such uncivilized barbarians to appear in our Roman Empire, which has always called itself a great civilization! I feel ashamed of us Romans when I think about it, how should I explain this to this Russian aristocratic lady? Is there no gentleman full of gentlemanly manners in our empire? How will outsiders see us? Young policeman, you must realize what is going on now! The beautiful aristocratic lady from Russia as far as Constantinople is in danger. She was terrified! Blame it all on the vigilante! A savage and vulgar patrolman blocked the way. They not only beat her attendants, but also took her away and threw her into prison. Hmph, you said you can't fight! I'm just going to fight! This kind of person who has disgraced our empire should be beaten! Beat him to death! I didn't expect you to shelter this kind of person!" A man dressed as an imperial nobleman on the steps showed a disgusting face.

"Lord Clemmons, he only achieved the position of deputy sheriff by relying on the Anatolian boy who climbed up by marriage...."

"I am disgusted by your strong words! I don't allow you to insult a veteran! He's right!"

"What about the old soldier, the facts are in front of you! It was he who first insulted this beautiful young lady with that lowly barbarian behavior! It is also a shame that he really has a good hand, hmph, it is already cheaper to slap him! Even if the emperor is here. He will agree with my approach, too. Well, him. And you, such a person is not at all worthy of continuing to serve as a magistrate in Constantinople. ”

"Your Excellency the Deputy Sheriff... That's enough. I admit my mistakes, it's all my responsibility, please don't argue for me again. ”

Several of the vigilantes were a little unbearable, and one of them came out and shouted: "My lord, such an old man, he has lost his job, it is difficult to find a job elsewhere, he is afraid that he will not survive..."

"You're stupid, he's so good at fighting, and he's so strong, he can go to the dock to be a porter, and he can dig up dung even if it's not good! Hahaha!

Sneer passed through my ears, I rolled over and dismounted, a dark shadow dangled in front of me, I subconsciously buckled his shoulder, and looked up to see a young man glaring at me with red eyes.

"You let go of me, didn't you hear what that scumbag said up there!"

"I hear you!"

"Aren't you angry, not angry??, by the way, perhaps, you are also the same virtue as the man called the Clemmons family or something, and seeing that you are dressed so beautifully, you must be in the same league as that fellow! When you see a beautiful woman, you forget all your moral principles! Forget all the pride of being a Roman!"

"Watch your words!" Leon scolded.

"It's our business, just stand here and watch. I took a deep breath, tried to calm myself, and then glanced at the others, who pushed away the crowd and made way for me to walk up the steps of the police station.

Not angry, not angry??

I'm angry, angry!

What an old veteran means, the man who calls himself the Clemmons family may not know, but I know it!

That was the same soldier as the old man! All the soldiers of the Roman Empire in that era were the most respectable people! All the citizens of the empire had to be grateful and respectful when they saw them, even if that person was a cheap daddy or a Caesar! Because they were our heroes, our Messiah! That's right, when the Mahdi of the Muslims swept the whole Middle East from the bottom up, it was they who fought that terrible guy with their flesh and blood, and it was they who stood at the forefront when everyone was panicking in that era, and it was they who allowed us to resist the desperate pursuit of that Muslim Messiah!

My grandfather died of old wounds, and the old guy died of illness not long ago. Whenever there was thunder and rain, the old guy's guards were shaking. One after another people who have devoted their lives to this kingdom are passing away one after another, and a veteran of that period is rare! Can I not be angry that another respectable person who lived with them at the same time appeared before me, but in this way!

The chest is uncomfortably tight!

The guards pushed through the crowd around me, and I saw a man.

An old man cowering on the ground, which was a little different from what I had imagined in my mind, because all the veterans I had seen had very strange personalities, but none of them were so fragile.

Before I could think about it, I suddenly felt a pain in my heart, as if someone had stabbed a sharp dagger into my chest and stirred it violently, only to see a few drops of water on the old man's forehead on the floor, and scratches from tears on the cheeks of the old man.

I noticed that his shirt had been peeled off, and a few more lash marks had been added to the hideous old wounds.

My heart hurts right now!

They fought for the continuation of this kingdom, fought with their lives against fear, used their flesh and blood to collide with the Muslim man who seemed to be descended from God, and they gave everything and got only that.

That's what the patriots get?

The emperors of Rome died on the battlefield, the princes were martyred, and the sacrifices of the magnates were certainly worthy of respect, but don't forget that the emperors of Rome died on the battlefield because he was the master of the empire, and the nobles died on the battlefield because they had a vested interest in the country, and they were so small compared to the number of soldiers.

Although we cannot ignore the love of the emperor and the aristocratic class for this country, where can this love compare to these imperial soldiers who lived in this land and identified themselves as Romans? And who remembers the countless ordinary imperial soldiers who died on the territory of the empire! But how many times, whenever the emperor of Rome shouted a charge, they were always side by side! How many times, without the company of the emperor, they used their own flesh and blood to block the enemy's charge! (To be continued......