In May, the temperature began to get hotter, and the war in Taixifeng ended on the 12th day. Two sixth legions, the Gayuus legion, were reinforced by the 6th legion, were directly killed and destroyed in the hills and fields for a day and night. They also opened the city gates and pushed the Roman soldiers in the city down under the surging waves.

On this morning, the residents of the former Parthian Empire had already had enough of the Roman colonial rule. In two years, they collected a large amount of wealth and food. The city was also cleaned several times. Who could survive had no blood feud? When they saw the Selius people entering the city, they burst into unimaginable cheers. Some young and strong even called their friends to pick up wooden sticks and rushed out of the house.

"The Parthian royal family has reconciled with the Selius people, and the Romans are our common enemy!" They pointed to a group of Roman auxiliary soldiers retreating into the alley, and rushed over with a painful attack on the water dog. The Xianbei cavalry who were rushing through the street were stunned for a moment, and then joined the battle.

For the Roman soldiers and barbarian cavalry who were in a hurry on their faces, looking at the Selius people who were sweeping through every street and alley like a torrent, the Parthian civilians were everywhere, "Kill the Roman miscellaneous!... Break the wings of the eagle." This was the most difficult day for them.

In the shortest half month, Taisiefeng completely recovered, and nearly 200,000 coalition forces crossed the border line and entered the Assyrian province, approaching the former Babylon... At the same time, it clearly released a threat signal.

Wolf pack invaded.

And in Clark City north of the Mediterranean and east of Gaul, something is happening quietly.

The news from afar has not yet been spread to this side through Anatolia, and the blood on the city wall has dried up and turned into a dark color. Since winter, Rome has not attacked here for several months. Although the west, south and east directions are still blocked, for the Germans in the city, the huge rocks pressing on their hearts can finally be slightly relieved.

In the palace made of countless rock carvings, braziers were hung on the dome, and the famous generals in Clark City were all in the hall, talking to each other. When the cold voice of the first woman sounded, she stopped and listened quietly to the other party’s defense and government affairs arrangements for the second half of the year.

For several years, the blonde queen has been afraid in her cold posture, and also has the methods of war learned from the East that she has respected. She has summarized and sorted out the Eastern tactics she knew and understood, combined with Western wars, and used explanations to let everyone learn. Sometimes she will insert some inspiring words to give them space to imagine, so that many people believe that even under the threat of powerful Roman soldiers, there will still be a Germanic future.

Amid the powerful voices, upstairs of the hall, the blond hair and dark eyes, fair-skinned Dimart supported his chin, staring at the burning brazier in a daze, his favorite little bowed his back on his back, and he looked like "How long will he have to wait", but he was obviously interrupted by his mother's sudden government affairs.

Then, someone came over the corridor on the second floor, with leather armor and longbows on his back. It was his bow technique teaching Astia.

"Hello teacher, are you here to listen to my mother's speech?" The little figure lying on the fence stood up respectfully, raised her little face and looked at the approaching man.

"No, speaking is something women like to do, men should ride horses and shoot arrows," the man looked handsome, rubbing the boy's short golden hair. He smiled, and even the stubble on his mouth looked particularly attractive: "...... After today, our Dimat is one year older, and he should learn the skills men should have. Are you right?"

"...Dimat will grow into a person that is admired in the future. In addition to being full of wisdom in mind, it also needs the force to convince soldiers. Listen to your mother that your father is an earl with countless troops. In the future, your mother will be old and will not have the strength to shelter Little Dimat from the wind and rain. At that time, you, as your son, stand up and protect the Germans, your mother."

Astia said this with a smile, and stopped speaking. The little boy opposite him touched the bow behind him and was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Teacher, take Dimat to hunt outside the city."

"I'm not here for this? Astiya is willing to serve my prince." The man covered his chest and bowed, "But we can't let your mother know, otherwise the plan to hunt out of the city will be gone. Then, let's go upstairs to shoot arrows and trick the maids..."

Looking at the man in front of him pointing upstairs and saying his plan, Dimat's eyes lit up, he nodded excitedly, followed the teacher, and ran to the arrow room upstairs in the maid's sight...

The sunset was setting, and the general in the hall stood up and left here. Stephanie and his brother Gerald walked in the corridor, talking about the East and the name that was inconvenient to mention.

"If the war goes well, that person should start preparing to invade Rome. If... I said if he really kills him, how should his sister deal with him? We have been in the Han Dynasty for a long time, and I am afraid that we know that person..."

"Brother... If he comes and needs this city, I will give it to him. Dimat is his child and will still be Dimat in the future. Use a humble attitude to exchange for a bigger report in the future. Do you still don't understand what your brother still does?"

Walking up the stone steps, Gerald rubbed his fluffy hair: "It's not as far as you think, but I'm worried that he will... be the second Roman... enslaves, excludes other nations, and constantly provokes wars. With his ability, it's hard for anyone to stop the iron hoofs of the Selius people in the East."

"Is the situation very good now? It's too far away, and other ethnic affairs have nothing to do with me, a woman. As long as Germans, my children can get the greatest benefits..." Stephanie walked onto the second-floor corridor, and stopped speaking. She looked at the place where she went to, and had no children waiting there. Her long thin eyebrows frowned slightly. The maid next to her quickly stepped forward and bowed: "Astya just took the prince to the upstairs arrow room to contact the archery room."

Stephanie said 'um' and continued chatting with Gerald to walk up the third floor, but there was no figure she wanted to see upstairs.

"...Where is the man? Ask the guard immediately if Astiya and Dimat have gone out!"

Gerald quickly ran downstairs and sent someone to ask the guards on duty. Not long after, someone saw Astia leaving from the apse with Prince Ditma. At dusk, when the sun was about to set, soldiers at the city gate sent back news, confirming that Astia took a little boy out of Clark City. They thought it was the other party's son and did not interrogate too much.

"Astia"

Stephanie knocked the lamp on the table to the ground, turned around and pulled down a roll of sheepskin scroll on the bookshelf, threw it in the air, and fell on the ground around her. Before, the other party expressed their love to her, but after refusing, she didn't care much about it, but she didn't expect that the other party would cheat her child away...

"I have sent cavalry to search, and I am also going to go out of the city to find it." At this time, Gerald had put on his armor and was worried about his sister, so he came over and took a look first, "Don't worry too much, my brother will definitely find Dimat back."

“No need to go.”

Over there, the woman holding the desk suppressed her anger and looked at the messy ground, her emotions gradually calmed down. "Astiya knew the value of Dimatt and would not use a child to vent her anger. Only by taking it to the Roman military camp can we get greater benefits. Brother, even if he knows whereabouts, he cannot bring it back."

"If the Romans use Dimat to threaten us..."

Stephanie squatted down with her skirt, picked up the sheepskin rolls on the ground one by one, sorted them out and put them back on the bookshelf, and the voice was cold: "There is no child...it can be reborn."

The blonde hair was light and the beautiful face turned around: "I have been running for the future of the Germans on this land all my life... I can't give up. Brother, do you understand?"

Gerald squatted down silently, picked up the candlestick, put it back on the table, and then turned around without looking back.

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The starry night changed, the sun rose to the sky and then set. A war horse splashed with dust and crossed countless rivers and forests, and brought the unconscious child to Constantine, the temporary residence of the Roman emperor, and presented the awakened boy like a treasure.

"What reward do you want, the betrayer of Clark City."

Astia smiled and covered her chest with one hand: "As long as your Majesty is willing to give it."

The Roman Emperor, Parthian conqueror, Seville sat on the high throne, looking down at the kneeling man and the boy beside him who had known to be betrayed. He shook his head and stood up. The golden crown reflected the fire, flashing the light of power, and his majestic voice also sounded: "The Emperor of Rome has not yet fallen to the point of taking advantage of a child, and I disgusted your behavior."

Wave: "Drag him down and kill him, hang his head out of the city, tell everyone that this is the fate of the unfaithful."

"Your Majesty is not funny."

Below, the kneeling man's smile froze at this moment. The next second, he struggled and was dragged out by someone. Then a shrill "ah" scream sounded faintly outside the palace.

A moment later, the blood-stained head was presented.
Chapter completed!