The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

A goblin in a neat military uniform rode a steel steam warhorse and came in front of the Roman old guards.

"I am Warmaster Vochka. His Majesty has ordered that you Romans remain armed and surrender."

The goblin warmaster Vochka took out a trumpet from his arms and shouted at the Romans.

The old Roman guards remained unmoved, staring firmly at the goblins around them.

Constantine XI, standing among the old Roman guards, put down his son's body and stood up. "My warriors, we have lost this battle. Don't bleed for me."

The old Roman guards remained unmoved and even clenched their weapons.

Constantine XI was stunned.

"Your Majesty, it was you who raised us from the common people. If it weren't for you, I would have died in the slums."

"Your Majesty, please do not take away our glory."

"Your Majesty, we would rather die in battle than surrender."

shouted the old Roman guards.

There was no despair in their tone, only a hint of ridicule and relief.

There is no fear or timidity, only regret and helplessness.

Constantine XI stood there in a daze for a while, then smiled sadly and picked up the sword on the ground.

The sword was still shiny, and the blade was like a mirror, reflecting the gray-haired face of Constantine XI.

"There were no emperors who surrendered, only emperors who died in battle."

A roar reached the ears of the goblin warmaster Wochika.

The goblin warmaster Wochika was stunned for a second or two, then looked at the determined old Roman guards, and finally saluted the Romans.

The goblins surrounding the Romans put away their firearms and slowly retreated, revealing the cannons behind them.

The Goblin Warmaster Vochka lowered his right hand and said, "We pay our highest respects to our enemies, the Romans!"

Hurry and kill!

bang——

bang——

bang——

As the smoke from the artillery cleared, the old Roman guards fell quietly to the ground, surrounding the body of Constantine XI like stars surrounding the moon.

clatter! clatter!

Wojciech rode a steel steam warhorse through the corpses of the old Roman guards and came to the body of Constantine XI.

"Give him a proper burial, worthy of an emperor." Wojka straightened his uniform. "This is His Majesty's order."

The surrounding goblins saluted and immediately began to clean up the mess.

Only after watching the body of Constantine XI being placed in the coffin did Vochka ride back to the base camp on his steel steam horse.

"Your Majesty, the war is over."

Wochka stood respectfully outside the large tent painted blue and green.

Soon a short goblin in a civil servant's robe came out.

"Come in." The civil servant goblin said lightly and returned to the tent.

Vodka followed closely behind.

Entering the big tent, I saw a young, strong green-skinned goblin sitting on the bronze throne in the middle of the tent. He was wearing a gorgeous purple robe.

"Are you sure he's dead?" the goblin asked softly.

"Your Majesty, I personally confirmed the death and buried it according to your instructions." Wochka knelt respectfully and saluted.

"Let those 20,000 Roman prisoners see how we treat their Majesty." Hogg Leixin stood up and walked in front of Wochka.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Vochika lowered his head even lower.

Hogg Thunderheart helped Wochka up and said, "Treat the Roman prisoners equally. Eight hours of work, eight hours of rest."

Wochka clasped his hands together and said, "Please leave it to me, Your Majesty. I will carry out everything according to the rules and regulations."

"Well, don't plunder the Roman villages along the way and maintain military discipline." Hogg Leixin reminded again.

Wochka looked embarrassed and glanced at the civil servant goblin next to him.

"Your Majesty," the civil servant goblin said, "There have been complaints in the army recently. If we don't let the soldiers rob, terror will happen..."

"I know." Hogg Thunderheart returned to the Bronze Throne. "Increase the military pay by 20%. Tell them that once we reach Constantinople, everything will belong to us."

"There will be delicious food, there will be tempting treasures, there will be beautiful nuns!"

"Rome has become corrupt, their nobles only yearn for the glory of the past, and three families cannot produce a single child."

"Their main force of 80,000 has been wiped out by our iron hoofs. Only the elderly, weak and sick remain in their city."

"Constantinople, the world's largest commercial city, will be our new imperial capital!"

After the civil servant copied Hogg Thunderheart's words and read them outside the tent.

Soon, thunderous cheers and long live the moon resounded in the sky of Manzikert.

"Long live the goblins!"

"Long live Hogg Thunderheart!"

"One nation, one empire, one emperor!"

……

The goblins, human servants and the Kullman mercenaries who rebelled on the battlefield all shouted loudly.

Hearing the loud voices outside the tent, the goblins inside the tent all smiled.

Click! Click!

A man in a navy blue robe walked into the tent, but strangely, he had no feet, but walked on gears. He seemed like a humanoid creature made of machinery and flesh.

"How dare you walk into the tent without permission!" The civil servant goblin stood up and roared.

"It's okay, they are our distinguished guests." Hogg Thunderheart waved his hand. "Dear guests from the Gear Cult, have you produced any results from your research?"

"We found a device in the ancient ruins that may be helpful to Your Majesty." The gears in the gear man's mouth were turning.

Hogg Thunderheart stood up and said, "Please lead the way."

The gear man turned around and led the way, and Hogg Thunderheart and others stood up and followed, all the way to a place one kilometer behind the big tent.

In the open space here, several gear people were talking around a steel object.

"What is this thing? It looks like a steel beast." Hogg Thunderheart looked up at the steel object.

It has a square head with a long nose, and its lower body is made of square steel. Its lowest legs are made of tires and are tied with some black belts.

"We don't know either. It might be something from the last era. It's been so long, I never imagined it would still be intact." The gear man replied, "We barely activated it using the magic crystal."

Hogg Thunderheart walked up to the steel beast.

"Your Majesty, be careful." Wochka walked to Hog Thunderheart.

"I'm not that delicate. I'm at least a Level 3 transcendent." Hogg Thunderheart waved his hand. "There are no cowards among goblins."

"Yes." Wochka made way.

Hogg Thunderheart looked at the string of words in front of the steel beast: [Earth Federation T100 Defense Tank].

"What does this say?" Hogg Ray asked in confusion.

The Gear Man walked up to Hogg Thunderheart, holding his staff, and answered with a wandering look:

"It seems to be called Tank. It might be some ancient text or spell. There are so many languages from the last era, and we can only understand a few."

"What are the uses of these things? How many are there?" Hogg Leixin asked the question that concerned him most.

"It should be the same as the cavalry, let the cavalry sit in it and drive it to sprint." The gear man explained.

The gearmen around immediately opened the hatch on top of the tank and demonstrated how to enter.

"Then what's that long nose of its? It looks like an enlarged gun." Hogg Thunderheart touched his chin. "Could it be an enlarged version of a gun?"

"It should be used for large spears or crossbows." Wochka suddenly said.

Everyone looked at him.

Vodka knelt on one knee and said, "In my humble opinion, I would like to give it a try."

The Gearmen shrugged.

"Then give it a try. Bring us a long spear." Hogg Thunderheart shouted.

Soon a group of goblins carrying Wojka's spears came to the tank.

"Just watch me." Wochka grabbed the spear and jumped into the air, thrusting the end of the spear into the barrel of the tank.

"Although it's not the right size, I think that's how it's used." Hog Thunder Heart stroked his chin and looked at the tank. "This weapon not only ensures the safety of the cavalry, but also has a stronger impact than the cavalry."

The gear man was silent for a while before he echoed.

The civil servant goblin saw that these BYD robots had something to hide, but due to their alliance relationship, he did not speak out.

"How many of these things are there?" Hogg Thunderheart turned and asked.

"We found about 300 of them in the ancient ruins, but only half of them are still working," the Gear Man replied.

"It's great that there are a hundred more level 2 transcendents out of thin air." Hogg Lei Xin nodded slightly.

"These are just some snacks. We have already formed the flying squadron ordered by His Majesty." After the gear man finished speaking, he raised his mechanical arm and pointed it at the sky.

Hogg Thunderheart and the others looked up at the sky and saw a huge balloon carrying a wooden ship slowly sailing.

"As long as this thing flies to the west and drops a portal, our army will appear on the western plains and completely block Constantinople's escape route to the west."

The gear man pointed at the large hot air balloon.

"Well! Good." Hog Lei Xin finally showed a satisfied expression.

It is too difficult to attack Constantinople from the east, only the west is easier.

"The only thing we are worried about is the Roman navy. Under the leadership of the Roman Princess Eudocia, the size of the fleet cannot be underestimated." said the goblin civil servant.

"The navy is nothing to worry about; victory or defeat lies in the army." Hogg Thunderheart put his hands behind his back, "Not to mention the city..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Wochka.

Vochka took it respectfully and found that it was a letter from Prince Julian of Rome.

"By then he will bring his troops to surrender. There will only be Osius and the Royal Guards in the city, and the rest are nothing to worry about." Hogg Thunderheart put his hands behind his back.

"Your Majesty, although we are only partners, we must warn you," the gear man beside him said, "those barbarians may become our enemies."

"Are they those barbarians from all over the world? Humph, they are just a bunch of dirtbags."

It was Vodka who spoke, and he answered with a look of disdain.

"I hope so." The gear man replied meaningfully.

……

Constantinople, outside the city.

Chunjun slumped in the trench, opened the panel and looked at the task.

Mission Name: Operation Constantinople Defense

[Recommended level: Level 0]

[Mission Description: Rome's fall is foreseen. We need people to fill the trenches... no, dig trenches for defense.]