The Three Kingdoms

"This must be fake, it's fake!"

The generals of the two armies couldn't help but feel dizzy at this moment. Their eyes widened, but they looked at this figure that appeared in disbelief.

The reason why they had the guts to follow the lord to abandon those fraternal troops from the front line and run back to fight for the throne was because they decided that Severus was dead, but Severus is not dead now.

Everyone in the empire knew that Severus was a very strict knight.

He treated the soldiers very tolerantly, so the soldiers respected him very much.

But what he can't tolerate the most is deserters.

Because he thought that those who deserted on the battlefield were desecrating the honor of knights.

"His Majesty!"

Sextu's pupils lost focus, and his face suddenly turned pale, without even a trace of blood.

"His Majesty?"

At this moment, Makrinus also lost the confidence to strategize, and he couldn't help but tremble a little.

"Take them all, if there is any resistance, kill them without mercy!"

Severus glanced at the two generals who he had trusted very much, but he had no choice but to do so. He closed his eyes and ordered calmly.

"As ordered!"

The chief generals of the three major guard regiments led the soldiers to pass the exam, and quickly confiscated the weapons in the hands of the soldiers one by one.

The generals and soldiers of the two armies had already lost their fighting spirit the moment Severus appeared. Facing the guards, everyone put down their weapons, and no one dared to resist.

This is the majesty of Emperor Severus.

This lord of the empire who came out of troubled times has a majesty unrivaled in the army. His every movement, every voice, and every look in his eyes can make countless soldiers lose their will to fight.

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The city of Rome regained its calm, but there was an undercurrent like a tide in the calm.

"Have you heard that His Majesty Severus is resurrected?"

"What resurrection, His Majesty is not dead at all, just relying on those old things in the Senate can move His Majesty, they are dreaming!"

"Why is Your Majesty pretending to be dead?"

"Your Majesty, this is called foresight, and there must be a plan!"

"Could it be for the Eastern Devils!"

"It must be so!"

"His Majesty Severus is wise and mighty, he is the patron saint of our Rome, and he will definitely protect the people of our Roman Empire!"

The gloomy atmosphere in the city of Rome was broken by the appearance of Severus. After being surprised, there was more joy. The appearance of Severus gave the people a glimmer of hope. Many people believed that Severus was the last of the empire. Guardian.

In a cellar in Rome.

At this moment, Li Ru, the governor of Jinyiwei in the Great Wu Dynasty, was like an ant on a hot pot. He couldn't keep calm, and he became a little flustered: "Severus didn't die, we fell for it!"

After he heard the news that Severus had pretended to be dead, he already understood that this was a trap, a trap that let Wu Jun go deep alone, and this trap had succeeded.

"Commander, what are we doing now?"

Someone looked at Li Ru and asked in a low voice.

"Where is our main force now?" Li Ru asked.

"I was stationed in the Alps before, but I encountered resistance from the Crusaders and the Parthian Legion. Later, I heard that they seemed to have divided their troops, and some of them sent troops to Milan. They planned to use Milan as a springboard to attack Italian provinces. Now they should not have entered the complete Enter the province of Italy!"

"Hope we have time to get them to withdraw!"

Li Ru clenched his fists and said, "This news must be passed back!"

"I'm afraid it will be difficult!"

Harvey said.

"why?"

"In half a day, several of our strongholds in the city of Rome have been pulled out!"

"Ann?"

"That's right, it's Aner. These days, Aner must be watching us, and our vigilance is too relaxed. Now there are death spies watching every gate in and out!" Harvey said: "Severus has been bloodbathed!" The Senate has taken down two more legions, and now he must be careful and heavily guarded in the city, and it may be difficult to spread the news!"

"No matter what, the news must spread!"

Li Ru gritted his teeth, and his voice was firm: "Severus feigned his own death and set up such a big situation at the expense of the civil strife in Rome. It must be to plot against His Majesty's main force. I can't let His Majesty's main force get deeper and deeper!"

Although he still can't figure out Severus' layout, he is very clear that Severus has already laid out a net.

[One thousand five hundred and five chapters of the main text]

The city of Milan, the full name of this city is Midio Lannion City, located on the Po River Plain in the south of the Alps, it is the main city in the Italian provinces second only to Rome.

It is also a gateway to the northwestern part of the Italian province.

When the main force of the Wu army's second battle zone came westward and approached this city, the result was not as unstoppable as they imagined, and they could drive straight in. Instead, they were sniped fiercely by a powerful army. After a while, he was completely blocked under the city, making it difficult to advance.

The Roman elite guarding the city of Milan had at least 20 elite soldiers.

This is the Legion of Gaul, the Roman army, a sharp ax of the Roman Empire.

Faced with this army guarding Milan, a solid and unassailable city, the Wu army's second theater, which was not prepared in a hurry, suddenly suffered a big loss.

After fighting under the city for a full day and night, the Roman army relied on the high wall and thick defense system to prevent the Wu army from advancing at all, so the Wu army suffered tens of thousands of casualties.

In desperation, Zu Mao had no choice but to withdraw his troops first, and led the army in the second war zone to retreat ten miles in a row, stationed on the plain northeast of Milan City, set up a temporary military camp, and faced Milan City far away.

"The troops in Milan City are by no means ordinary young and strong. Their combat capabilities are very elite. Have you figured out the numbers of the soldiers and horses in the city?"

In the silence of the main tent of the Chinese army, Zu Mao stared at the battle map with a gloomy face.

At first he thought it was just a young and strong militia formed in the city of Milan.

But after the battle, he was very sure that this sentence was definitely an elite in all battles. No matter in terms of combat level or combat ability, they all showed performances far beyond ordinary young and strong.

Facing the sudden emergence of such a powerful elite, Zu Mao felt a little uneasy in his heart.