"I think I understand."

Speaking of which, Alexander is now like this because I instilled in him the idea of ​​seeking kings and hegemony when he was a child. If I hadn’t instilled in him the idea of ​​restoring the glory of the Roman Empire since he was a child, Alexander would not have determined to remain a virgin for the rest of his life and willingly married

A [slut] as a wife.

Marrying a slut means bearing the stain of a life. If Alexander can bear it now, will he be able to bear it in the future?

Think about it, when people mention that there was a virgin emperor in the Roman Empire, and the queen went out to have sex with the emperor behind his back, they will definitely think of some bad problem in an evil way.

Alas, in every sense of the word, I was the one who brought Alexander into trouble.

"Caesar doesn't want the war to turn into a full-scale war. He just wants to end the war when we have a slight advantage. Do you know how we can end this war when we have an advantage?"

"I don't know either."

"But I know that even without any means, our empire will always be able to end this war and force France to negotiate peace! You know, we have an army that is not inferior to the French!" Alexander said confidently.

"Where does your confidence come from..." I smiled bitterly.

"Of course it comes from Emperor Reinstein. He once said that if the empire has more than 300 Spartans, it can sweep the world. Now we have launched the 300 Spartans plan!"

Well…

What did Alexander just say?

Spartan three hundred?

Will all Roman legions wear red pants in the future?

"Three Hundred Spartan Project..."

"It's a recruitment plan to establish three hundred Spartan legions! Didn't you suggest that we recruit troops in the past two years to strengthen our momentum? We just actually recruited troops. Each legion recruited will be nearly 6,000!" Alexander tightened his grip

"Now we have 17 Spartan legions!"

Seventeen legions are one hundred and two thousand people, plus the legions loyal to our Theofano family in front are nearly forty, which is still 90% away from three hundred. There are nearly one hundred and seventy.

There are tens of thousands of vacancies that need to be filled. God, why is he so excited? I thought he had already recruited 299 legions, and there was still one legion left!

"What is the strength of the troops heading south this time?"

"There are eight legions in total, including more than two cavalry legions, with a total of more than 15,000 cavalry. All the empire's cavalry on the eastern front are in our hands." Alexander said excitedly. It's no wonder that the entire empire is now in a state of flux.

There were only a little more than 30,000 cavalry, half of which was left to Alexander.

"Where are the heathens?"

"More than 40,000 people have gathered in Egypt, and it is estimated that more will be waiting and watching."

"To deal with less than 40,000 people, you have to dispatch more than 10,000 cavalry and more than 60,000 infantry. What do you want to do?" I made a gesture. "Send the cavalry on land to attract the infidels with a huge cavalry force.

Attention, and then transport the infantry to the enemy's rear via sea ships, catching the enemy by surprise?"

Alexander opened his mouth, looking bored: "Can't you just let me be proud?"

"Is this an action you arranged based on the enemy's intelligence? Are you sure this is not a trap deliberately arranged by the enemy?"

"Have you thought about the options if your plan fails?"

Just when I was asking key questions one after another and Alexander was about to answer confidently, the door was opened and two sets of breastplates of different styles were sent over. This was brought over by Caesar in the name of a gift.

"Bring me the information from the south later." It was inconvenient for me to continue asking in front of outsiders. In the blink of an eye, I saw the breastplates that would be used for bulletproof purposes later. I found that Alexander's breastplate was smaller than mine.

It's a lot thinner.

Alexander smiled and sent away the guard who brought the breastplate in. He said: "The two breastplates look the same, but mine is more than 10 kilograms lighter than yours, and yours can bounce off the smooth bore of the army.

Guns were fired at close range, and this time only the shotguns used in Anatolia and the noble shotguns of the pagans in the south were responsible for the operation."

Alexander's implication is that my breastplate is thickened. The caliber of the imperial musket is larger than the rifled shotguns in Anatolia and the rifled guns used exclusively by pagan nobles in the south.

Even the Imperial muskets can be defended against, not to mention those bullets with a much smaller caliber, which means this operation is safe.

Just to prevent accidental injury, Alexander who went out with me still had to wear a suit.

Alexander helped me put on my piece, which was quite heavy.

After finishing dressing, Alexander and I began to walk out of the hall and downstairs.

Huh, if you say you're not nervous, you'd be lying.

Being shot, even if it was fake, is still very stressful. You must know that the only place being guarded is your chest. What if you are shot in the face?

I smiled bitterly. I was shot several times in Poland. Not only was I shot several times in Germany, but I was also affected by artillery bombardments. When I arrived in France, I was even attacked by my own people. This time it was even worse. When I arrived at my door,

And get shot.

Walking in the corridor, the atmosphere was a bit subtle. After walking out of the corridor where the Caesar hall was located, more than a dozen guards followed.

The positions of these guards in front and back had obviously been rehearsed in advance, but they seemed very natural and tacit in the crowd. However, I didn't feel relieved until I saw Leon.

When we arrived at the entrance of the castle, two guards opened the door. One of the guards walked out first, and Alexander and I walked out slowly. The bright sunshine made me close my eyes for a moment, and suddenly I remembered something.

I touched my arms and said, "Alexander, I have some letters that I need you to send. Here are three letters, and there are more in the bedroom on the ship."

"Can't you send it yourself?" Alexander asked.

"Isn't that what I want...isn't it convenient?"

Alexander seemed to have forgotten that I was going to pretend to be dead, and after receiving my reminder, he accepted the letter as if he suddenly understood.

At this time, the cheap daddy also came out, and the emperor was followed behind him.

I had no choice but to walk a few steps down the steps with Alexander.

"Let's go."

When I raised my legs and was about to walk out, Leon suddenly stood up. He quickly came to me and blocked me with his body. His other hand had already pulled out his penis at some unknown time.

With the pistol, everything was done in an instant. By the time I realized it, Leon had already used his body to protect most of my body.

What's going on?

Leon said calmly: "Everyone, there is a sneaky person on the high building on the left looking down with malicious eyes, and there is one directly in front of us..."

"fine."

Those malicious eyes must be the arranged "assassins". Looking at the place where people are coming and going, this is indeed a place for assassination. At least it can allow outsiders to sneak in.

Huh?

In the arranged scene, there is a scene of carrying a big car and crashing into me?

A wooden cart containing several boxes of wooden barrels, which looked like gunpowder, was pushed over. My eyes made contact with the guys pushing the cart.

I heard two deafening "bang bang" gunshots. I noticed the firelight shining in the corner of my eyes. At the same time, two strange black holes suddenly appeared on the ground next to my boots. At this moment.

The firelight shone brightly, and a loud shout sounded from all directions.

"Kill the Roman Caesars and the Roman princes!"

"For Allah!"

There was a boom, and the next second, thunderous explosions were heard from all directions, and dozens of explosions appeared in succession at the future headquarters of the Navy, with exploding human bodies flying everywhere.

I looked at Alexander in horror. Is it necessary to play such a big scene?

Alexander was also in shock. He looked behind him at Caesar, who was leading all this.

I saw that Caesar was calm on the surface, but I still saw several emotions in his eyes, anger, disappointment and fear...

Would Caesar be afraid too?

I couldn't allow myself to think too much, and saw that the small wooden car that had stopped a moment before us was rushing towards us.

I have determined that this is not an act, but someone is really carrying out an assassination!

And he was still assassinated by every trick!

Could it be that there is a traitor among us?

Who is the traitor?
Chapter completed!