Chapter 560: Friend or Foe

Constantinople has a messy guest, covered in dust, and it looks like they have been traveling non-stop for quite some time.

The midday sun was so hot that it was unbearable, not only for the citizens who took shelter under the eaves but also for the soldiers standing on the city walls. They cursed the damn weather loudly, feeling dizzy from the sun and almost tearing off their armor.

They secretly set up tents on the city walls to escape the heat, which was not allowed in the military code, but who would be stupid enough to stand under the scorching sun and risk their lives to abide by the lifeless doctrine? They were on the Golden Gate, which the Greeks were proud of, drinking crude wine, and then described it as tasting a damned shrew.

It's great, another boring and repetitive day.

"Hey, look, what is that?"

When several people were enjoying the cool summer heat, a soldier stood up to straighten his crotch which had already been soaked with sweat, but he suddenly looked up and saw something unusual.

All they saw was a group of cavalry appearing on the dry ground in the distance. They were coming at a rapid speed, and the smoke and dust behind them blocked everything the soldiers could see.

Perhaps the heat was too much for them to bear. They were only a hundred meters away from the Golden Gate of Constantinople. The leader probably couldn't stand the heat and fell off his horse.

“Oh my god.”

The soldiers on the city wall poked their heads out one after another, looking at the group of guys who had stopped as if they were watching a play. "I bet the guy leading the group must have fallen pretty hard."

"Oh, what am I saying! What am I saying? There is chaos and turmoil now. No matter they are beggars or nobles, they all long for strong city walls and fully armed soldiers, just like you and me. Look, where did this noble who fled come from? Perintus? Or Filippopoli?"

It was like watching a farce. It seemed that these guys guarding the city wall were bored. It was a happy thing to laugh at other people's tragedies. At least it was fun, right?

"Hey, Mirian, open the door. Another down-and-out noble is coming from afar. Let's see what he brought." The man on the city wall called out to the guy at the gate.

"Okay, okay, let me see who is this unlucky guy who wants to come in so eagerly. It's really unreasonable not to give him some real rewards!"

As if everything was ready, the group of people approaching them no longer looked like a group of people, but more like more than twenty bags of money walking towards them.

Just imagine a gold coin in one person's hand. That would be a huge amount of money. With that money, one could drink the best wine in the tavern and play with the most beautiful women.

"Hey, stop, we need to check, this is the order of Augustus!" Under Augustus' order, any form of money-making became legitimate. This guy named Mirian stood in the middle of the bridge, blocking the way of the group of people.

They didn't stop, and the leader, a man wearing leather armor and looking like a guard, rushed up and punched Miriam in the face! "Ouch!"

This blow was not light, and Miriam's legs went limp, and he fell heavily to the ground. The soldiers behind Miriam did not agree, saying that a small noble dared to hit Augustus's guards.

"Hurry, Augustus must go in!"

Just as he was about to raise his spear to teach them a lesson, he saw these people carrying a man and rushing in without saying a word. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was actually "Augustus" Marciano himself.

This made the soldiers gasp, but fortunately they did not lose their minds and managed to save their lives.

Marcian rode back with a guard of no more than twenty men.

His embarrassed appearance made the soldiers guarding Constantinople unable to believe that this was the man who had just declared himself to be Augustus.

Purgolia could no longer sit on Augustus' throne calmly as she had done that time. She sat on the soft throne feeling uneasy, as if a sharp knife would reach out from the duck down cushion underneath and stab her at any time.

Marcian, supported by everyone, walked towards Purgolia without stopping. He was out of breath, covered in dust and looked nothing like an Augustus.

Marcian rushed in rashly, scaring the maid standing beside her to scream. If you didn't open your eyes wide and look carefully, you really couldn't tell that this disheveled guy was their Augustus Marcian.

"What's wrong, my husband!" Seeing Marcian rushing in, Purgolia immediately jumped up from her seat and came to Marcian like a light-footed girl, skipping and jumping.

Marcian was not in high spirits. He said to Purgolia tremblingly, "Quick, consolidate the defense! Consolidate the defense!"

"What's wrong, my husband!" Purgolia was still kept in the dark and knew nothing about what was happening outside Constantinople.

"Don't mention it, my wife!"

Marcian sighed repeatedly, and the guards carried him to the throne. After drinking a glass of wine, Marcian seemed to have calmed down a lot, but his expression was still solemn, as if a disaster was about to happen.

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"We are in big trouble, Pulgolia, my wife!" Marcian looked at Pulgolia hurriedly, his face pale, still not recovered from the fear, "Flavius ​​Luca has instigated the Thracian Field Army to rebel, they must be coming towards us now!"

The awkward smile disappeared from Purgolia's face. It was no wonder that this woman was so surprised. All the power and status she had worked so hard to obtain were now becoming shaky before her eyes. A man would become panicked, let alone a woman.

"How could this happen! How could this happen!" Purgolia was extremely anxious. She paced back and forth, muttering to herself.

This feeling is not difficult to understand. It is like a piece of cake in front of you. Your subconscious mind tells you that this belongs to you, but there is always an unfriendly hand getting closer and closer to the cake.

The psychological pressure of defending always oppressed the couple, and they hugged and cried when no one was around.

"How many of us are left?" Purgolia asked, lying in Marcian's arms.

"Thirty thousand people, plus all the citizens who can be mobilized, we should be able to have sixty thousand people."

"And what about Flavius ​​Luca's army?"

"Fifty thousand men! A well-equipped army, but I don't know how many supporters he still has. Do you understand what I mean, Pulgolia? Now, it seems that except for Constantinople, the whole of Rome is against us."

"Marcian!" Purgolia looked at Marcian with a serious face and said, "I won't allow you to say such discouraging words. We still have strong walls and a well-equipped army. Flavius ​​Luca will not succeed so easily!"

(End of this chapter)