On the other hand, the noble troops of Asia Minor met on the west side of the Anatolian Plateau, and then 140,000 troops advanced straight northward to the Black Sea Strait.

The flags of the nobles were flying among the army, but the most eye-catching one was the Han army flag controlled by Rao, the Duke of Asia Minor.

Owen rode a horse to Rao, looked at the Han army flag that was holding not far away, frowned, and murmured: "We are obviously Romans, but we want to hold the Han army flag. This is really annoying!"

"It's not necessary to hold it up soon. As long as we seize Byzantium, we can restore our identity."

Owen nodded in agreement.

Rao frowned and said, "But I am a little worried. Although Her Majesty the Queen is using the barbarians, if Byzantium is occupied by the barbarians, can we Asia Minor really be safe?

You should know that the barbarians are all greedy jackals. Since they have occupied Byzantium, who can guarantee that they will not have desires for us Asia Minor?”

But Owen looked very optimistic and smiled and said, "Duke, don't worry. The envoy said it very clearly. The three major barbarians are fighting each other. Now, because they have a common goal, they can of course be put together.

But once the Han people are defeated, the fight between them will inevitably break out again. How can we attack Asia Minor?”

Rao nodded and said, "I hope your Majesty is right."

He looked at the noble army in front of him, and asked Owen in a low voice: "Is it really only Baron Mura and Marquis Conia willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light? You know, there are twenty-one nobles here, and there are only a few people willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light?"

Owen frowned and looked very angry, saying, "These traitors have long forgotten that they are Romans! It is really angering to be willing to be the lackeys of the Han Dynasty! After this success, we must kill them and their descendants!"

Rao nodded and grinned, "If you kill them, their land and people will be ours."

Irving's eyes immediately showed an excitement. Judging from his appearance, I was afraid that hating those people's betrayal was fake, and coveting their land and people was the real one!

Rao frowned and thought, "There are only two nobles who are in the same heart as us, and I don't know if it is out of sincerity?"

Owen hurriedly said, "Don't worry about this, they are all related to the royal family, they must be sincere!" After a pause, he said with some concern: "The question now is whether the Duke's plan can be completed smoothly?" He said, looking at Rao.

Rao smiled and said confidently: "Don't worry!"

When Irving saw him say this, his worry calmed down most of his heart.

Rao looked behind Irving and asked, "Why haven't you seen the messenger these days? Didn't he come with you?"

Owen looked at the nobles in front of him and said, "Several people have seen him, so he is not convenient for him to come. Now he is waiting for news." Melsing, the capital of Owen's territory, is located on the Bay of Melsing on the northeast corner of the Mediterranean.

Rao nodded, looking thoughtful.

The Asian Minor runner-up marched northward. In the evening that day, he arrived at a small village thirty miles east of the strait. The army stopped here to rest, making the originally quiet village noisy.

Since the troops of the princes of Asia Minor came were all from the army, the villagers were not afraid at all, and they even took out all kinds of food produced by their own home to sell it in the army.

Suddenly, laughter came. It turned out that local villagers and a group of officers and soldiers were singing and dancing around a bonfire. The atmosphere was very warm!

Owen came to Rao and whispered: "Sir Duke, I'm going to cross the sea tomorrow, it's time to act today."

Rao smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have asked someone to prepare the wine and meat in the big tent, and have sent someone to invite them. You are here at the right time. Come back to the big tent with me, they should have all arrived."

Owen nodded excitedly.

Rao stood up and returned to the tent, and Owen followed closely.

After a while, the two entered the tent and saw crowds of people. All twenty-one princes except the two of them arrived.

When everyone saw the two of them coming in, they stood up and saluted Rao. As the Duke of Asia Minor, Rao is the highest among the people, so everyone respects him so much.

Rao walked to the top and smiled at everyone present, saying, "Because tomorrow is to create a brilliant history, let's enjoy it tonight."

Then he greeted everyone and said, "Everyone should sit down. Eat and drink casually." He said that, he sat down first.

Everyone sat down one after another, and almost everyone was drinking silently. No wonder, tomorrow they would go to the battlefield to fight the barbarian army. How could they be in a good mood!

And Irving was the best in the crowd. While drinking, he looked at the nobles present, looking at the show.

Bang! A nobleman's wine glass suddenly fell to the ground. He shook his head, and said in a daze and confusion: "What, what's going on? I just drank such a little wine, why, just, I'm drunk..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell head-on on the small table in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the nobles present, except for Rao, Irving, Baron Mura and Marquis Conia, all fainted!

Irving slapped the wine glass in his hand on the small table, laughed and stood up, and walked to the middle of the big tent.

Looking at the fainting nobles, they kicked one of them and said sarcastically: "This is too easy, I thought I would encounter some obstacles!"

Baron Mura and the Marquis of Conia stood up, and the Marquis of Conia said excitedly: "With them in your hands, all people must obey our orders!"

Luoyang, the imperial palace.

Liu Xian woke up from a nightmare and found that he was in the bedroom. What he saw just now was just a nightmare, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he frowned and muttered, "Why are you having a nightmare again?! I have had nightmares one after another these days. If there is no big deal in the west, right?!"

Thinking of this, there was no place to sleep. I got off the bed, put on my robe, and walked to the window.

Pushing the window open, the cool air of the night suddenly came to his face, calming Liu Xian's anxiety a lot.

Liu Xian came to the study, stood in front of a huge map hanging on the wall, staring at Antioch and Byzantium on the east side of the Mediterranean, frowned, thinking about possible changes and solutions.

He murmured: "The combat power of both sides is very clear. Monica is not a fool. Since she dares to attack, she should have any trump card!"

Liu Xian was determined to mobilize troops to reinforce again, but when he thought of the current situation in the Central Plains, he had to suppress this thought.


Chapter completed!