The streets of Constantinople were neat and orderly, but it was the wide, straight streets that gave the struggle a real viability.

The uprising began in the port of the Golden Horn, where armed sailors rushed down from their ships and lowered the chains blocking the Golden Horn, allowing the warships standing by in the outer strait to rush into the Golden Horn.

The soldiers in charge of guarding the place were stunned, they did not expect that the navy, which Marcian treated as an ally, would rush towards them with the sword in his hand.

The whole dock was in disarray, the garrison of Constantinople was in a scuffle with Hermanus's navy, more and more warships poured into the Golden Horn, a large number of small boats docked, and heavily armed sailors rushed to the pier with short swords.

Marcian's soldiers soon became overwhelmed, and they scattered or surrendered. Soon a tidal wave of troops poured out of the streets and pounced on Marcian, who was guarding the western wall.

"Oh no, Caesar, Hermanus betrayed you, and now his army has crushed our garrison on the docks, and they have cut off the chains blocking the Golden Horn."

"Damn! Damn it! ”

The astonished Marcian was now left with only endless regrets, he never expected that Hermanus would choose to betray when Luga's troops were on the way.

"How many of them are there?" Marcian's face was solemn, his whole face turned blue because of his anger, and the veins on his forehead burst out, I am afraid that whoever hears such news will be angry and unbearable.

"Thousands, Caesar." The officer who gave the order was very depressed, and he was able to explain the current situation. "They stormed the prison, took control of the palace, and countless prisoners were freed by them. Also, there are ......" The officer hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know where to start.

"What's wrong, what else?" Marcian was on the verge of collapse and lost his patience.

"Augusta has been captured by them!" The officer was so flustered that he didn't know what tone to use to talk to Marenius about it. The most trusted general betrayed him, not only against him, but also against his wife, so that no matter what kind of commander could not bear such a double blow.

"Where are they now? Also, where are the soldiers of our city defense? ”

"They were crossing the Agusta Avenue and coming straight towards us, and the soldiers were on such a narrow wall, and there were two field regiments in the streets, and they knew nothing about it."

"So go tell them and let them form a line! In any case, let them guard the streets and the city. ”

The officer who gave the order ran briskly, and Marcian looked back at the Lugar army waiting quietly below as if nothing had happened. I'm afraid they already knew what was happening, and then watched Marcian's self-destruction.

"It's all your idea, it's all your idea!" Marcian gritted his teeth and pounded his hands into fists against the stones.

"What should we do, Caesar." The officers of the garrison regiment of the capital were behind Marcian, and although each of them tried to maintain their composure, the wavering of their hearts turned into a cold sweat that droggled from their foreheads.

"Don't panic, gentlemen!" Marcian wasn't going to just be restrained, he waved at the officers to soothe their emotions, and that was all he could do now. "We just need to control the walls and let Flavis outside. Luga can't get in, we always have a way to get rid of Hermanus, even if their sailors and the prisoners of the rioting soldiers are still nothing more than a rabble, far from being a match for our Guards. ”

In the open streets, the soldiers of the two field regiments were divided into pieces, divided into various hundred-man teams to form a shield wall in each large and small street. Their ears were filled with the rumble of footsteps, and hundreds of heads were rushing in front of them.

The townspeople, prisoners and sailors, pounced on them with their weapons raised.

"Defense! Defense! ”

The guards pressed close to each other under the centurion's roar, and they raised their shields and spears forward to point at the crowd in front of them. "Stop them and protect Basellus! God will bless you to have the courage to hold off the rebels! ”

Under the triumphal arch of Constantine, the two sides were already fighting together, and the same Romans were as familiar with the weaknesses of their own armies as their own bodies.

Hermanus' archers and javelinmen climbed the houses lining the streets and condescended to the garrison below, which was locked in a bitter battle.

No amount of armor can withstand the blows of flying stones and arrows falling from above.

Marcian's army was defeated, leaving behind corpses, and they looked up at the archers on the rooftops, even if they hated it.

Marcian's elite cavalry, a hundred men, gathered on the main avenue of Augusta, dressed in heavy armor and armed with long spears pointed at the rebels in front of them.

"Send these damn bastards to hell!" The commanding officer at the head shouted loudly, and he waved the iron sword in his hand and pointed it at the soldiers rushing in front of him, "Kill them!" ”

The ironclad cavalry that followed behind roared loudly and rushed towards the citizens in front of them, but when they were nearly halfway there, the commanding officer at the head suddenly reined in their horses and shouted loudly for the cavalry behind them to stop.

Because the leader of this group of soldiers turned out to be what they called Augusta Poole. Pulgolia was obviously coerced, she was so frightened that tears froze on her face, she couldn't cry anymore, she looked like she was lost and dejected, and she had lost all her nobility as "Augusta".

"It seems that Hermanus is determined to face the enemy with you, Luga." Listening to the cries of killing coming from the city, coupled with the frequent turning of the soldiers defending the city, it is not difficult to see that they have been restrained in the quagmire of civil strife.

"Constantinople is a tortoise, with a hard shell and fragile entrails, and if we start with the entrails, instead of attacking the solid ones, they will be in chaos." Luga said, patted the scepter of the soldier commander in his hand, and couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "Choosing a civil war in an eventful time is really a big rebellion. ”

"But we did, after the death of Theodosius, your father."

"Since it is my father's own order, I will naturally obey it." Luga's eyes were deep and worried, "I don't know how far I can lead this country, but right now, I am expected to come to justice, and it is time to settle accounts with Marcian." ”

"Constantinople had three gates, the outermost of which had two tiers, the outer one with a floor-to-ceiling iron fence and the inner with a wooden gate." John. Antiochus said, pulling out his map. "It's almost impossible for us to attack from the outside!"