"... Cappadocia in the eastern border of Anatolia surrendered to the Selius people, and on the morning of August 19th, he launched a storm against the western region of Pontus and Silesia. On the evening of the 25th, the main force of the Selius people arrived in Galatians. Commander Seketosius launched a resistance. Two days later, the entire Galatians fell and were slaughtered."

"In September, two cavalrymen of Selius abused Pafaragolia."

"In the same month, Bitinia, Asia region..."

The night was quiet, and the flying insects flapped their wings on the torches on the wall. The maid holding the tableware bowed her head and walked quietly through the red carpet hall corridor. In the half-closed door, the sound of reciting war reports came out. The official's words in his hands were suddenly paused, his eyes moved away from the sheepskin, quietly looked at the big bed placed in the middle, swallowed, and squeezed out the last two words: "...Surrender."

The wind squeezed into the window gap and the oil lamp swayed.

The dim fire light was clearly extinguished. He lay on the bed with wool and down, half-closed his eyes and quietly stopped the last word, his eyelids blinked as if exhausted, "Why did Constantine fall into the hands of the Seliusians?"

He turned his head hoarsely to look at the officials over there, and his body couldn't help but struggle. His right arm was gone from below his elbow, and the bandage was in full bloom. During this period, the old man had just woken up and his consciousness was still clear. At such an age, he could still last for a month. It was already a good foundation for the army to be in the army.

However, Severu never expected that it would be today.

"Anatolia is not a Roman place, but also stolen from the Greeks. Since they want to surrender to their new masters, let them go..." The old man felt a little hot and tried to sit up weakly, but he failed. His other hand trembled and slammed his fist on the bed. A hint of rosy appeared on his pale face, and his voice suddenly rose: "...These humble Greeks, Bitinians, they used to crawl at my feet like pig dogs, how humble it is!"

The smashed fist bounced up and fell, and Severu stared straight at the top of the curtain, gasping for a moment, and his voice sounded faintly: "When they heard the eagle's wings, saw the defeat of the Roman warriors, and thought of me, the Roman emperor, lying on the warm bed like a poor weak man, waiting for death... They felt that the ruler of Rome fell so easily?"

In the quiet bedroom, the attendants were waiting outside. The Constantine official heard this as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was commanding. He whispered: "Your Majesty..."

"Listen well... Rome would not be defeated so easily. The Selius had done its best. We still had many cities and troops... You send people to the south of Parthia and hand the letter to Ardashir of Sassania, and tell the descendant of the Persian Empire, I! Seville, the conquerors of Parthia, could no longer advance eastward, and Parthia was at its weakest time... His opportunity came."

The official took a quill and wrote down the contents on the sheepskin. On the bed, the old man's weak voice sounded again: "... In addition, send a message to Kolakola my son, asking him to come to Constantine. As the emperor's successor, no matter how young and thin the shoulders are, he will still shoulder the heavy responsibility of a country... I want to watch him fight back the Selius, return to Rome and wear the crown...that's all, I hope the Olympus gods can allow the elderly Seville to witness the miracle."

The weak voice fell into the last syllable, as if he had taken away all the strength of Severu, and the bedroom fell into silence again. On the other side, after writing the content, the official bowed respectfully, quietly exited, and then ran quickly to convey the orders in his hand at an extremely fast speed.

In more than a month, Rome had 230,000 people and 21 legions suffered unprecedented defeat in Anatolia. A total of 230,000 people returned to Constantine with less than 50,000. The news of such a crushing defeat also spread to the west at an extremely fast speed. While countless people were surprised, some people also showed different thoughts. After all, the glorious and noble eagle had broken its wings.

As for the complicated thoughts of the city of Pannonia and Clark, everyone here can finally breathe a long sigh. Scan the decadent atmosphere of Prince Dimat being kidnapped and sent to the Roman emperor some time ago, and the entire city seemed very lively for a while.

In the past few years, Clark has been on the front line of fighting against the Romans, forging a wall for all the Germans behind them, but not all Germans would accept such a city with only high walls and a dilapidated inside. On the contrary, many Germanic soldiers joined the Roman camp as mercenaries, hoping to fight on the battlefield one day and seize the function of war to become Roman citizens. However, when he heard that the Eastern Front battlefield was defeated a month ago, Emperor Seville realized that the entire situation might change. Speculators, young people with ideas about making a stand out, and experienced veterans began to migrate to the city.

Everything became different from the spacious city gates and empty streets. Warriors holding long swords and armors were everywhere, and there would be arguments from time to time, which would then turn into fights. The onlookers cheered loudly, and were then dispersed by the patrolling Clark City soldiers, taking the fighters away and throwing them into prison. On the street, the peddlers were shouting, and carriages from further north were also coming in and out of here with goods, bringing fresh things, and for a moment, a faint sense of prosperity.

In the middle of the city, the atmosphere was warm in the palace built against the mountain. There were not many officials and nobles in this city happily told the news that they had been sent back from outside, and also mentioned some opportunities to seize this stage... and so on.

The woman sitting on the first throne was wearing a white robe, with long golden hair hanging down her shoulders like a waterfall, some of which were placed on her plump breasts, under her loose robe, her round and slender legs were gathered together, her hands were ladies overlapping, pressing on it, listening to the sound of advice below motionlessly, with a smile on her face, but the light blue eyes under the crown were faintly cold.

"I already know some of the news coming from outside, but I have not been sure of it. You should manage the city first..."

The cold words ended the meeting. Stephanie dragged her robe and walked into the apse gracefully as everyone greeted her. The door slowly closed and everyone's sight was cut off.

In the palace road where the torch burned, Gerald, who was tall and tall, leaned against the wall for a long time, saw his sister passing by without saying a word. The man took a deep breath and followed. The brother and sister had quarreled several times about Dimat before. Gerald was even more angry with Stephanie when he came back from chasing him, which made the two unhappy. Meeting each other at this time was the first time in the past two months.

Walking into the spacious study one by one, the maid put on wine utensils and snacks, and when the two of them sat down, they stepped out. Gerald, who was sitting in the chair, looked at his sister facing the fireplace, and finally spoke first.

"What happened outside is confirmed to be true. Severus was defeated in Anatolia. Two hundred and thirty thousand Roman troops were defeated by Gongsun. They hid in Constantine and dared not come out. Our people saw everything in front of us. Severus' messengers were running everywhere these days."

The man's soft and flat statement also seemed rough and heavy. Looking at the burning flames of the fireplace, Stephanie's eyes moved slightly, and her long legs were gently lifted up, put them on the other leg, and her toes swayed gently on the edge of the robe: "He can defeat Severu, but he may not be able to fight. You must know that the Han Dynasty is so far away, even if the supply can be solved on the spot, it will be difficult to replenish soldiers. Although Rome was defeated once, they still had many soldiers to enlist in the war."

"I'm here to remind you." Gerald looked at his sister's back and played with the glass in his hands, and was silent for a moment: "...Don't underestimate that man, be careful to come over, put away your little thoughts at that time, and the past may be settled with you."

He put down his cup, stood up with the friction of the iron armor, walked out. When he opened the door, he turned his face to look at his sister in front of the fireplace: "... Also, Dimat may have also been in your man's hands." After that, he raised his foot and stepped out.

The door closed. The woman sitting in front of the fireplace had a cold face, and a curve suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth, staring at the shaking flames and laughing: "...It's better if he comes."

Then, the laughter became obvious, and a little crazy: "Twenty-three thousand Roman troops...we worked hard for several years to barely resist the next legion....twenty-three thousand people...haha...it was gone in one battle..."

When the news first came, she thought it was a joke. If the Romans were easy to deal with, they would not have traveled with their elder brother Gerald and had hundreds of people through many countries, crossed dangerous mountains and looked for reinforcements. Later, they arrived in the East. After much more, she thought that the knowledge she learned from the Eastern Kingdoms and that person could fight against the Romans, and one day she could build her own city on this land. However, Severus had destroyed the civil strife and defeated the Parthians and threw away the Tessifon and Euphrates River basins. After two years of resistance, she gradually realized how far she was there with the eagle soaring high in Rome.

But... the news of the destruction of the 230,000 Roman troops came over and suddenly felt that nothing was in her cognition, and even became unfamiliar.

"...The Han Dynasty in the East really cultivated a group of devils."

She looked at the fire and said softly.

...

The news carrying terrifying information continued to spread west of Constantine. Monsters from the east teared the strength of twenty-one legions, equivalent to half of the country. While such uneasy, panic, and surprise were struggling, the Great Han Western Expedition Army, which swept across the entire territory of Anatolia, finally had a chance to rest.
Chapter completed!