The empire is still discussing who will be the commander-in-chief of the empire's expedition to the north, but who else in the empire can serve as commander-in-chief?

I can't imagine that the older generation of generals who can fight have withered so badly. Even if they haven't passed away, many of them are no longer physically fit for fighting, while the young and strong ones, not to mention a hundred thousand, have a large army of nearly 50,000 people.

In battle, it is difficult for them to be qualified to command because they are inexperienced. The empire has not fought a single battle involving more than 30,000 people in the past twenty years.

In the past few days, I spent more than a day writing down all the key points about the greeting card printing factory and sales location to Marcus. I didn't expect that cousin to figure this out in a blink of an eye.

According to my idea, I just need to get the sample before Christmas, and then carry out activities in high-society salons. The rest is up to people and fate. But thinking about my wife Wen Dill, I think she should be able to help.

I was busy. So I went to her house and found that the wife was not at home. The servant said that she had gone to France to do smuggling.

When I came out of Wen Dier's house, I saw a group of people pointing at the roadside from a distance.

This is near Augusta Square. Is there anything new that has people talking about it so much?

I was curious and took the attendants there with me.

On the Augusta Square Avenue, one after another white-haired old men were riding horses. Their military uniforms were bright and their chests were covered with shining medals. All this showed that the old men on horseback were not only great men of Rome.

A nobleman and a soldier.

The carriages and passers-by walking on the road stepped aside one after another.

"What are they going to do?"

"I don't know, but there were a few more nobles like this passing by, as if they were going to enter Augusta Square."

"Give."

Instead of guessing here, I took action and rode my horse to the middle of the road. The eyes of several old people were confused for a while before they recognized me.

"Your Highness."

Walking alongside them, I wondered: "Where are you going?"

"Augusta Square, Your Highness." A one-eyed old man with a general's epaulettes answered me. I can't name him. He should be someone who rarely appears in Constantinople.

The other four people nodded slightly.

"Why?" I asked confused. Cheap Daddy goes home every day. I may not know what exactly happens in Augusta Square every day, but the general things are still clear. Today's Augusta Square can be

There is no intention of gathering the upper-class old nobles.

"Your Highness."

Still the one-eyed old man: "We are the sons of Rome, and war is coming."

I was startled.

"Because the war is coming, so are we."

"But this time the army is going to the north. It's freezing and snowy in the north. A few old people have arrived in the north..." I didn't say the rest of the words. Both of these old men are old. Who knows if they can

I can endure the ice and snow in Poland.

The faces of these old men full of vicissitudes of life showed expressions of determination.

"It is an honor to fight for Rome."

"It is an honor to serve Rome"

"I am a son of Rome."

….

Listening to these words, I couldn't help but be startled, and there were ripples in my heart. These old nobles were all prepared to fight to the death!

As for the reason.

Rome needs them!

In Augusta Square, all the surviving generals and governors of the older generation of the empire came, and more than ten people stood under the imperial double-headed eagle with its wings spread in the center of the square.

Inside the huge shadow, they were waiting.

Looking at this scene, if the old scumbag was still alive, I think he would be one of them.

After a while, cheap daddy came.

He was stunned when he saw me.

"Caesar!!!"

The honorific title for Cheap Daddy comes and goes.

"Why are you and all the governors here?"

The cheap old man had to give up his status among these old men. I suddenly remembered that if these old men were all famous generals, they would be in my grandfather's generation!

"war."

"We old men are getting old, but our heads are still clear. I remember that generals over the age of sixty are usually excluded from the list of generals selected by the military."

"In the face of war, Caesar, please do not forget us. We are also sons of Rome."

"Caesar, we serve Rome anytime and anywhere and glorify Rome!"

Cheap Daddy invited these veterans into the building on one side of the square.

Do all military commanders have to be selected from among these veterans?

Standing in Augusta Square, I chose to wait.

At noon, Cheap Daddy sent all the old men out one by one.

I can't see anything useful in the serious expressions of these battlefield veterans.

"Your Highness."

An old man with white hair and thick sideburns and a white beard made me feel very serious. I was in a trance for a while and realized that this was an acquaintance!

"Old Duke Bringas!" I saluted with fear, but I didn't expect that a heavyweight like him, who looked like an old man, would also come out!

"Waiting for someone here?" The old man with a big white beard narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"no."

"Wasting time is not what the Roman royal family should do. But it seems that His Highness is very free." The old man with a big white beard said seriously, "Can you accompany me for a walk?"

"It's my pleasure."

Old Duke Bringas is a very strange name. If I hadn't suddenly noticed that this old man with a big white beard had a somewhat similar appearance to Morris, I would have almost forgotten that he was Morris's grandfather!

Sviatos Bringas, this is the name of Maurice's grandfather. Compared with the old scumbag who just wanders the streets and wastes his old ladies, the old Duke Bringas is very kind and a good royal. He is neither*

* He will not take bribes or abuse the law, but someone who can make an old man tremble with fear at the mention of his name is not a person to be dealt with.

The first time I met Maurice, the grandfather, he came all the way from the Aleppo Defense Area in Anatolia to see his grandson Maurice, and he even brought a lot of food and drink to reward us.

What a wonderful person!

Then, the good impression about Maurice's grandfather ended here.

In the hot weather of the dog days, he called us over to eat what the Romans called Reinstein's cauldron. It was actually hot pot.

It’s okay to eat hot pot on a hot day. Thinking about the things he added to the hot pot makes me feel a stomachache.

chili!

New World peppers, Indian peppers, red, green, fresh, dried!

What's even more tragic is that he also eats very salty food, and his favorite thing to do is to throw pickled salted fish and caviar with chili into the pot to make soup base!

Is that thing edible?

Morris, who was missing a bone in his head, tasted it at that time. A piece of white raw lamb was put into the pot, and then Morris took it out and put it in his mouth. So, I saw Morris cry for the first time that day.

.

Then, we also cried.

This old guy stuffed each of us with a bowlful of high-concentration distilled liquor. The extremely spicy distilled liquor was as if someone had stabbed a mace into our throats and stirred it up. It made us all burst into tears.

Old scumbags are even worse. In fact, it is said that an old scumbag with a fatal weakness like hemorrhoids in his buttocks is most afraid of his grandfather Maurice. If he drinks a glass of wine, he will definitely not lose half of his life the next day.

Then our gang came up with Cyborg's hemorrhoids, which replaced the term Achilles' heel.

When people drink too much, they will become crazy, and this old guy Sviatos is no exception. He will drink crazy when he starts. His favorite thing is to challenge and fight. It's nothing, but the loser

I need to drink a bowl of the soup this old guy uses to make hot pot soup base.

When we lived with the old scumbag, old Duke Bringas would take us out hunting every three or two months. But after we left the old scumbag and went to the military academy, we heard Maurice say that he had moved to Anatolia.

Went to the ancient monastery in the Leah mountains.

The white-bearded old Duke Bringas mentioned for no reason while walking on the road: "I heard that the old bastard is dead."

"Yes."

The old scumbag calls Big Whitebeard a fatal face, while Big Whitebeard calls him "old bastard".

"When he died, Maurice wrote to me and said that you were the only ones who attended his funeral. I am his friend. Can you please take me to see him, Your Highness?"

Looking at the face that is as old as the old scumbag, I have no reason to refuse the request of the old Duke Bringas. Because there are very few people who can stand in front of the old scumbag’s foul mouth. Maurice’s grandfather is one
To be continued...