"Prepare the horse!"

As I walked out of the corridor angrily, I shouted to Leon standing outside the door.

"The prince is going out?"

"I'll ask you to prepare a horse!"

"Do you want to ask Caesar?"

"Caesar, Caesar! Leon, are you my guard or Caesar's guard?!"

Leon hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I understand."

"By the way, I need you to prepare something!"

After a while, a mount was led to the front door of the palace. I turned over the horse, and then there were at least twenty guards following him: "Go!"

I vaguely remember where Marcus's home was, and it was about to pass through a square with a dense crowd.

From the main entrance of the Grand Palace to the bottom of the mountain, when I arrived near the square, more and more people made me walk slowly. Finally, after passing a street intersection, I let the wall block it. Listening to the bustling discussion, I saw that many people surrounded a building in front of me, and there was a public security station.

"What's going on?!" I shouted anxiously!

"I don't know either!"

I was just opening my mouth to ask again, but I heard a noise coming from outside!

He reached out to block a ray of light and saw a commotion below the police station in the distance, and many pedestrians watching were racing to escape.

Looking out, a few figures suddenly jumped out above the steps of the public security office. The situation was very bad. Those people were very excited. The two sides even reached the point where they wanted to confront each other with hand guns.

One of them turned out to be Russians!

"Don't bully people too much! He just did what he should do! Why do you fight as soon as you say!" A young man dressed in a sheriff pointed at the front with the pistol in his hand, where there were the security guards and Russians standing opposite him. Beside him, he was a middle-aged man dressed in a sheriff, with a big belly and a whip hand for the young sheriff to hold.

The sheriff holding the whip was very angry, and the Russians next to him were also very angry.

"A untouchable! A untouchable actually blocked a noble carriage in the street and brought our lady here rudely. Do you know who she is! She is the queen's maid. The female official favored by the queen of Russia, and the great nobleman of us Russians!"

"But, sheriff! He has the responsibility to maintain the policing of the empire! It is obvious that these Gentiles are wrong first!"

"Bastard! Maintain public order and maintain it on the head of the queen's maid? That's the emperor's queen! You are a mud-legged person from a small place. Are you responsible for it?!"

"So what about the great Russian aristocrats? Is it because they are just for their duty to block a great Russian aristocrats? So a person who shed blood on the battlefield and contributed his life to the empire will pay the price for it! I am not convinced! Even if I die, I am not convinced!"

"Oh my God, I didn't expect that such uncivilized barbarians would appear in the Roman Empire, which we always call ourselves a great civilization! I feel ashamed of us Romans, how should I explain this to this Russian noble lady? Is there no gentleman in our empire full of gentlemanness? How will outsiders see us? Young police officer, you have to realize what is going on now! It is a beautiful nobleman from Russia to Constantinople from far away from Russia to Constantinople

The lady was in danger and she was frightened! It was all the blame for the security guard! A savage and vulgar patrolman blocked the way. The other party not only beat her servants, but also took her away! He threw her into prison. Humph, you said you couldn't beat me! I just wanted to beat me! Those who embarrass our empire should be beaten! Beat to death! Unexpectedly, you actually have to protect such people!" A man dressed in an imperial nobleman on the steps showed a disgusting face.

"His Excellency Clemons, he only achieved the position of deputy sheriff by relying on his in-laws.."

"Your insult to reason really makes me feel disgusted! I don't allow you to insult a veteran! He is right!"

"So what about the veteran? The fact is right in front of you! He insulted this beautiful lady with the lowly barbarian behavior! It's also a blessing for him to be able to do it. Humph, it's already a bargain for him to beat him! Even if the emperor is here, he will agree with my approach. Well, he, and you, such a person is not worthy of continuing to serve as a sheriff in Constantinople."

"Mr. Deputy Sheriff... is enough. I admit my mistake. It is all my responsibility. Please don't argue for me anymore."

Several security officers were a little embarrassed, and one of them came out and shouted: "Sir. It is difficult for a man like this to lose his job and find a job in other places. He may not be able to survive..."

"You are stupid. He is so capable and has such great strength. You can work as a porter at the dock, and you can also get the feces if you are not good! Hahaha! I think this is the most suitable for him!"

The sarcasm passed through my ears, and I turned over and dismounted, and a black shadow shook past me. I subconsciously grabbed his shoulder and looked up and saw a young man glaring at me with red eyes.

"Let me go, haven't you heard that scum say anything on it!"

"I heard it!"

"Aren't you angry or angry?? Oh, by the way, maybe, you are also of the same kind as the man above, called the Clemons family. Judging from your beautiful clothes, you probably are in the same group as that guy! When you see a beautiful woman, you forget all your moral principles! You forget the pride of being a Roman!"

"Pay attention to your words!" Leon scolded.

"This is our business, just stand here and watch." I took a deep breath, tried to calm myself down, and then winked at the other people. They pushed the crowd away and gave me a path to the steps of the public security station.

Not angry, not angry??

I'm very angry and angry!

What does an elderly veteran mean? The man who calls himself the Clemons family may not know, but I know!

That was the soldiers who lived in the same period as the old guy! All the soldiers of the Roman Empire in that era were the most respectable people! All imperial citizens must be grateful and respectful when they see them, even if that person is the cheap father and Caesar! Because they are our heroes, our Massiah! That's right, when the Muslim Mahdi swept the entire Middle East from the bottom up, they were them fighting with the terrifying guy with flesh and blood. When the people of that era were panicked, they stood at the forefront, which allowed us to resist the Muslim Massiah's pursuit and fierce attack like God's help!

My grandfather died of old injuries, and the old guy also left due to illness not long ago. Whenever it happened to thunder and rain, the old guy's guards trembled. One after another, those who had devoted their lives to this country were leaving the world one after another, and there were few veterans in that period! Now another respectable person who lived with them appeared in front of me, but he appeared in this way. How could I not be angry?

My chest is so uncomfortable!

The guards pushed the crowd away and I saw a person.

An old man hunched on the ground was a little different from what I imagined in my mind, because all the veterans I had met had a very strange personality, but none of them were so fragile.

Before I could think about it, my heart suddenly felt a pain, as if someone stabbed a sharp dagger into my chest and stirred it hard. I saw a few drops of water accumulating beside the old man's forehead on the floor, and there were tears scratches on his old cheeks.

It was the pain brought by the whip...? I noticed that his top had been peeled off, and a few more whip marks were added to the ferocious old wounds.

My heart is very painful now!

They fought for the continuation of this country, fought with their lives to fight with fear, and used their flesh and blood to collide with the Muslim man who was like a god descending to earth. They gave everything, but all they got was this?

Is this what the patriots get?

The Roman emperor died on the battlefield and the king died on the country. The sacrifices of the powerful and powerful are of great respect, but don’t forget that the Roman emperor died on the battlefield because he was the master of the empire, and the nobles died on the battlefield because they were vested interests of this country, and they were so small compared to those soldiers.
Chapter completed!