"The king represents the will of the people, but if the people's ideas are wrong, then correcting the ideas of their subjects is also the king's duty!"————The famous saying of the Holy King of Holy King Aotinia.

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It is not possible to march in winter!

In the whistling of the wind and snow, someone goes against it.

In front were the snow-capped Alps, they crossed the cold water of the Tiber River, and behind them was their capital, Rome.

With 7,000 Roman permanent soldiers, Ottinia headed to Venice, the intersection of East and West Rome!

Venice is now incomparable to later generations. The name of the water city will take thousands of years to be famous all over the world. Today, Venice, as a key transportation location, is just a large commercial town.

Snowflakes are falling, and heroes are elegy.

The army of 7,000 people said that there were no more or less. The entire army was controlled by Ottinia. Rukius, who opposed sending troops, led the 3,000 left-behind people to defend the city of Rome.

——This battle requires only a small victory!

Unsure of resisting the entire Hun Attila Empire, even if we look at the entire Europa, how many people can do it? This war is unnecessary. Just for the lives of several merchants, Ottinia led seven out of ten troops to fight, which is extremely stupid!

"How dare you bully me if a child with Huangkou?"

The Goth King Theodoric was furious. How could a mere nine-year-old baby lead troops to fight? In the original history, the Goths followed the Hedoric, evacuated from the rule of the Huns, followed the route that their fellow tribesmen (Visogoths) had taken. They entered Italy in 488 and completely conquered her in 493.

However, in this time and space, because of the existence of the protagonist, the Goths failed and could only wander in northern Italy, avoiding Attila's soldiers.

Now seeing a Huangkouru coming to help, people have to think that this is a kind of contempt for the alliances of all countries.

"Gothic Theodoric, are you insulting me?"

Ortinia was also unwilling to give in and confronted him with confidence. He had no fondness for this man who covet his own territory and spoke rudely.

The soldiers who felt the atmosphere change picked up their weapons one after another, as if a war was about to break out at any time, and they couldn't help but hold the sword on their waists tightly.

"Enough!"

Outside the encirclement formed by the soldiers, the young man walked in. His body was filled with gorgeous silk and a wide variety of jewelry. His gray-white hair grew neatly on his head, like a bird's nest.

The identity from which he came from was clear at a glance. Europa's richest and most powerful Lord of Eastern Rome was Flavi Peter Sebatius Justinian!

The jingling golden leaves hung on the red cloak, and the young emperor, who was not as weak as a young man, came to the two of them who were about to break out. The arrogance was difficult to eliminate even at the moment of the invasion of the Huns.

"Goth King and Roman King, I don't want you to fight here. Now is the time to fight against the enemy unanimously. We should not play like you who are fighting alone regardless of the overall situation!"

The last words almost roared. The young and conceited emperor did not give the two of them any face and scolded the two kings who came from afar in front of everyone. Should it be foolish, or should Justinian be sure to win?

After saying that, the rulers of Eastern Rome never looked back and strided towards their own barracks.

————I can’t help but be too arrogant!

Whether it was the Roman soldiers or the Goths, they felt deeply unhappy with Justinian's arrogance and rudeness. Even if he was the Emperor of Eastern Rome and had the most vast, richest and most powerful army, no one present was his subordinate!

"It's really a lie!"

I don't know which Goth said their hearts, and then there was a lot of discussion, buzzing, noisy scolding and scolding of the Eastern Romans who disrespected the allies, while those with insight were very dissatisfied with Justinian's behavior that would affect pre-war morale.

"I suddenly became angry, Your Majesty."

In the purple tent symbolizing imperial power, Justinian, who is now being scolded by soldiers in the army, poured a glass of wine mixed with water slowly. This was the habit of the ancient Romans. When drinking, you must drink water, otherwise you will be criticized as a Germanic barbarian. (This is a historical fact)

Beside him was an equally handsome Thracian, the general under Justinian, and Belisarius, the commander of the Imperial Guard, second only to the emperor!

"Haha, the simple views of the foolish people are not enough to me!"

Crushing the glass in his hand, a fierce light flashed on the young emperor's face, but it was fleeting.

"This alliance empire must be the leader of the alliance, and all the barbarian countries that criticize me will be used as cannon fodder!"

His eyes condensed on the jumping flames, and Justinian's young heart also accelerated his blood circulation. At this moment, his blood was boiling and he couldn't wait to fight the famous Attila to the death.

"As for your order, my Majesty."

Belissaliu bent down, performed a courtesy of the king and his subjects, and then withdrew from Justinian's royal tent.

Looking at the gradually disappearing figure, the emperor smiled with satisfaction.

"Victory must belong to me!"

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Ottinia, who stopped quarrel with the Goths because of Justinian's presumptuousness, returned to his tent. His tent was not as luxurious as Justinian, and it could be said to be the ultimate simple decoration - maps, tables, chairs and candles. There was not even carpets or beds.

The young king stood in front of the map without saying a word, looked at the map full of marching route map, and simulated the rescue plan countless times in his mind. The king's heart was absolutely uneasy.

[Justinian must have something to rely on...the Allies are not united...the morale is low and there is insufficient training and combat effectiveness...]

After sorting out the information I got in one morning, Ottinia already regretted coming to participate in this alliance. The internal affairs of the allies were too chaotic. Some people were still mortal enemies a day ago. Now they want to make them laugh and laugh at each other, which is simply impossible to complete.

"This time, the Allies will be defeated, and Justinian will definitely maximize their interests!"

Summarizing his own gains, Ortinia rubbed her brows, but the situation was not optimistic.

At the same time, Attila's army had set off and headed for Sarajevo, not far from Venice!

The snowflakes in winter dyed the earth silvery white, while the heat exhaled by the fierce Huns melted the thick snow! Attila is here...

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The second update is here, today I wrote an article about the road of kings! Also, everyone, I must watch this year's Spring Festival Gala, and Chen Kun should sing the fate-zero op!!!
Chapter completed!