The Three Kingdoms

When this door was pried open, it was also the moment when the Roman Empire fell into war.

Night falls.

In the center of the city, there is a palace with a strong Greek style.

Under the light of the oil lamp, Olvelli was wearing the robe of a cardinal archbishop, his hair was loose, his hands were hidden in his long sleeves, and his eyes were shining faintly, looking at the territory map of the Roman Empire.

"The great Roman Empire has finally reached its most dangerous moment!"

He muttered to himself.

When Wu Jun approached, he knew very well that the peace of several years had been broken.

This time it was not the Mesopotamian campaign.

The Wu army came with the momentum of Wanjun, and it was inevitable to conquer the Roman Empire.

But he was not confident that he could stop these demons from the east.

"Your Majesty, do you know that once this battle fails, our Roman Empire will soon be doomed, but the current situation is really unfavorable to our Rome. Since Your Majesty wants to take a gamble, I will take the gamble with him. I will not hesitate to bet on my Roman Empire." destiny!"

After about half a minute, he took out a parchment from his long sleeves, looked at it carefully again, his expression began to struggle, and finally became decisive.

"God, please bless the Roman Empire!" After burning the parchment on the oil lamp, he made a pious wish to God.

Da da da!

Accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, a heroic Roman youth appeared in the hall.

The Roman youth saluted Olveri: "Honorable Pope, Caracalla is polite!"

"Your Highness, there is no need to be too polite!" Olveri smiled slightly, like a spring breeze.

"My lord, at this moment, shouldn't we pursue the victory?" Caracalla said in a hurry.

"Why do you want to pursue the victory?" Olveri asked.

"I have been fighting with the Eastern Devils for many years, with fewer victories and more losses, and repeated defeats. Now we have finally fought a battle that is evenly matched, and we have also found a way to avoid their peerless weapons. Shouldn't we Take the initiative to attack, give them a head-on blow, and drive them out of the Syrian province?"

Caracalla looked at the motionless Olvelli and couldn't help frowning.

Although the Apollo Legion fought against the Wu army, although they did not return with a big victory, they avoided the shells from the super powerful weapons of the Wu army and were able to repel the main force of the Wu army. This is the biggest victory in these years.

Therefore, the morale of the Roman army has soared now, and the fear of those terrifyingly powerful weapons has also been reduced. (To be continued.)

[Text 430 Chapter [-] The Death of Severus III]

Olveri sneered indifferently, and glanced at Caracalla: "Your Highness, do you know the gap between us and the Eastern Devils?"

How could he not know about Caracalla's little thoughts.sounds of nature

When the war broke out a year later, Severus sent out his two most proud princes in order to inspire the army.

Caracalla was ordered to oversee the Syrian campaign.

Gaita was ordered to oversee the Battle of Antioch.

The battle for the successor of Rome is also becoming more and more tense. Both Caracalla and Geta want to take over the position of his father, the Roman Emperor.

But Severus is a knight above military power.

He treats the army well, and he also values ​​the knights.

He thought that his heir must be the best knight.

The best knight is the god of war on the battlefield.

Therefore, no matter Caracalla or Geta, they all focus on the battlefield. Only when they gather on the battlefield and fight a victorious battle can Severus look at them differently.

The Roman army lost consecutive battles.

Only two months after the start of the war, the Wu army had already pushed its troops to Damascus, which made Caracalla even more disappointed.

Now, with great difficulty, under Olvelli's bargaining chips, a close battle was fought.

He naturally hopes to make persistent efforts.

As long as he can fight a victorious battle, he can regain the favor of his father Severus. As for casualties, he can't care about it now.

"gap?"

When Caracalla heard this, her face couldn't help trembling.

Wu Jun's fierceness left a deep impression on him.

He had also been defeated by the Wu army several times in the battles in the Mesopotamia province, and he had somewhat underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Wu army.

Only then did he calm down.

"Your Highness, we are just lucky enough to have fought a draw, not a victory. If we rashly launch a counterattack like this, do you know what will happen?"

Olveri asked.

"This..." Caracalla's complexion was ugly.

"Your Highness, if you want to fight, you can fight, but you need to take into account the lives of the knights of the three legions in the city. The knights of my Roman Empire have always been brave and good at fighting, but they will never give up their lives easily!"

Olveri said coldly: "We are not fighting for the honor of one person, but for the great Roman Empire!"

"My lord Pope is right, Caracalla is not anxious, and I must think twice about the situation in the future!"

Caracalla said respectfully.

Although Olveri spoke harshly and didn't give him any face as a prince, he still listened and could not refute.

He dared not offend Olveri if he offended anyone.

Severus is a born emperor. He is a barbarian in the south of Africa. He can come out of the bitter cold of Africa and walk to the throne of Roman emperor. people who live.

He is definitely a ruthless and ruthless hero.

He cared more about the ministers around him than his heirs.

In his mind, the two humerus ministers beside him, one literary and one military, are unmatched by anyone in the entire Roman Empire.

Severus's sons are not only Caracalla and Geta, but there are several more, but Caracalla and Geta are better, even if one dies, there will be another one, but only these two can help him stabilize Rome. a minister.

The position of these two people in his heart is far above him, the eldest prince.