For the next two weeks, Constantinople was still intoxicated with a revelry and groggy dream.

At this time, the Greeks could no longer believe that Luga would rely solely on the rebellious Thracian field army to challenge the garrison of Constantinople.

They were so relieved that they knew the enemy was still getting drunk every day.

Luga's army had already appeared outside Constantinople as if from heaven, and the soldiers defending the city were now beckoning each other to rush up the walls, and archers with bows and arrows were now pointing at the Roman army in front of them at every battlement.

At this time, the army under the command of Luga was as many as 60,000, and they were displayed in front of the defenders of Constantine in a huge phalanx, and they were displayed in front of the defenders like fortresses.

"Oh my God, so many enemies."

The soldiers defending the city were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat, and they were at a loss as they looked at the approaching Roman army below.

Such a big battle exploded like a thunderclap in the sky, and everyone from the nobles of the Senate to the courtiers, and down to every citizen who had just woken up, had to be awakened by the panicked teenagers who ran and cried in the streets.

"The chief soldier of the Western Empire is here, he came here to take back everything his father left him, look, look, judgment has come!"

The prisoners shouted at the chaotic crowd outside, and laughed at the soldiers who were desperately trying to maintain order, laughing that they were fighting against their own mortal fate.

Marcian was also the first to know about this, and he fastened his armor early and walked to the city gate under the guidance of the guards.

"Now Flavies. Luga's army was once again expanded, and his soldiers were as vast as the ocean. The subordinate officer reported to Marcian, who was solemn and walked very quickly, and even the tall wall and the long staircase, he took three steps and two steps up the up.

"Don't worry, we still have strong walls and loyal soldiers, and don't forget, the walls of the Golden Gate are three floors, even if it's Flavis. Luga tried his best to break through the first wall, but still had to face the second and third walls, and I believe that even the slightest desire to fight among the soldiers would wear down their spirit in such an endless attack. Marcian comforted the soldiers.

But then he thought about it, yes, he wasn't alone, didn't he have the new Hermanus, and let him send his team to join the guard.

"By the way, what about Lord Hermanus?" Marcian turned around and asked, "This kind of scene can't be without this battle-proven veteran." ”

"Yes, my lord, no, Caesar, we are already on our way to call him, probably overslept, old fellow."

"Oversleeping? Ha, how could it be! Marcian was amused by his subordinates' words, he thought about it carefully, and analyzed: "This old guy often needs to improve his sense of presence at the most critical time, after all, he is the commander of the navy, and he is also a small minister, and he always has to save his face on key occasions to be able to get more benefits later, forget it, this time I will satisfy him, and send more people to urge." ”

As the saying goes, raising soldiers for a thousand days and using soldiers for a while, during this time, for Hermanus, Marcian thinks that he has done his best, so in the spirit of my kindness to entertain you, give you good food and drink, and you must also take out what you should have done at the most critical time.

If Hemanus had been a clear-eyed man, he should have asked for his own future Barcellus in the Eastern Roman Empire, and when everything was over, the previous request would never have happened again.

Marcian pondered on his own, leading his soldiers to the outermost walls, and he was extremely confident in the defense of Constantinople.

With its thick walls and wide moats, it is impossible for an army of a known civilization to attack desperately in the face of such a defense, which will only increase casualties in vain.

It is impossible to conquer, no siege weapon can break this strong wall, not even the gods can descend to earth! Thinking so, Marcian clenched his fists and looked down at Luga's chariot in the center of the attacking formation.

"He must be helpless in the face of such a strong defense, ha, poor worm, this time, you can't play any more tricks to shake my military heart. You'll just stand in front of this wall and scratch your head, and you can't think of any way to end up turning back like a loser. ”

"Poor worm, loser!" Marcian thought of all the ways in which Luga failed in his heart, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly to reveal a smug smile, and while he was insulting, he had already thought of Flavis in his heart. There was no way Luga could have taken the city hard.

"Look at the enemy in front of you!" Marcian pointed to the Roman army outside the city and shouted at the soldiers behind him, "The rebels from Europa have come here unhindered, and the traitors of the empire are willing to lead the way with their banners in front and take up arms to join the rebels' array. Our country is already in jeopardy, and even if the enemy took such a long time to come here unhurriedly, I did not see the generals who were truly loyal to the empire leading their soldiers here, except for Lord Hermanus, not a single one, and I could not help asking, where did Achaia's army go? Where is Asia, they have all betrayed Rome, and in the midst of such a fierce struggle, they have chosen to stand by and watch, they are questioning, they are watching, to see who is the real winner in this struggle. I, Marcian, as the rightful heir of Baselus, have an inescapable duty to Constantinople, and I have chosen to be here to face the invaders of Europa with you, the faithful people of Rome. Defend Constantinople under God's witness, and then let me ascend the throne here as the new Barcellus, and accept the submission of the four realms! ”

"Whew! Call! Call! ”

The soldiers raised their weapons and cheered at Marcian, who closed his eyes and listened to the soldiers' battle cries as he looked at Luga, "Flavis. Luga, you are just a lucky fellow, but with me, your luck, I'm afraid today, will come to an end! ”

In Hermanus's mansion at the end of Augusta Boulevard, two heralds who had come to urge Hermanus to send troops were thrown on stone slabs in the courtyard. Surrounded by Hermanus' sailors, not only in the courtyards, but even in the streets, heavily armed soldiers waited silently to see how Hermanus would make his choice.

"This is the edict of Baseleus." Hermanus muttered, pulling out the parchment letter from the inside of his armor, which he had always treasured, and said in a loud voice to the officers and soldiers gathered around him, "This is the true will of Barcelus, Flavies. Luga has the right to inherit the mantle of Theodosius and become our Barcelus. Let's go, let's kill the rebels and open the gates to welcome Baselus into the city of Constantine! ”