Eagle Flag of Epirus

You are so presumptuous, you dare to say that our Great Byzantium 1204 will collapse? In 1444, Ben Basileus was still able to punch native chickens, step on horses, unite the Austrian emperor, conquer the New World, and regain the glory of Rome. 🙂

Your name is... Slowly I began to understand what was happening to me. Constantine XI Palaiologos, the same age as me, was Augustus of the Eastern Roman Empire. " "I would swap bodies with the Ming Emperor Zhu Youjian who was in the Far East from time to time, two to three times a week, regardless of the moon phase, always swapping bodies while sleeping, for unknown reasons. " "The memory after exchanging bodies will become increasingly blurry after waking up. " "But we did exchange bodies. In order not to destroy each other's lives, we set rules and exchanged ("No point to colonial traditions!" "No integration of Catholicism!" "No abolition of the canal and sea reform") ("No point to the center of conspiracy!" "No recruitment of armored paladins!" "No tribute to the Chinese Emperor. Country! My prestige has been lost!") "Also, everything done after the exchange must be written in the log. In order to solve this mystery, the two emperors must help each other." "However..." "However..." "That fool..." "That ****..." ♪のからPUは ♪をtanしめたよ "Oh my god, how can you recruit thieves!" "If the civil war continues, your treasury will be empty!" "My Greek fire, how come my Greek fire has turned into an Urban cannon!" "This is called the red-coated general cannon. " "The Great Khan of Mongolia will be your dog next month. Remember to sign for it." "Don't mess with my tributary relationship!" "Hey, Hey, why did Rome propose to bridge the doctrinal schism?" What's going on with the new Great Wall next to it? " "That's Hadrian's Wall. Didn't your Shanhaiguan Pass break the city in just one attack?" "You guys, don't you know how to build a city at all? " "Me" X2 "No! It's not because of you that I didn't have time to order an architect! "X2

The previous introduction to Revive the Republic was written by hand and has been changed 😵 All in all, thank you for your attention.

Brother! If you weren't someone who was very good at European history, or were P Club players, do you think anyone would know about the country Epirus? Even if the entire Albanian God of War is good... This is too unpopular, so unpopular that it's weird.

I gave up halfway through the book, so the whole book could be renamed How the Protagonist Escapes from Assassination. In almost every plot, someone comes to assassinate him and almost succeeds. Pig's Feet narrowly escaped death every time. I feel like the new author doesn't know how to advance the plot and interpret confrontation and games.

Who still remembers the pastor of Pirus, long live Mucas Komnenos≧▽≦

Mikhail's military strength is really strong. He suffered three consecutive defeats and lost all his troops. He was able to pull out 3,000 cavalry and some infantry. The protagonist's military strength is still at a disadvantage. It is really difficult to hold on.

After reading Chapter 20, I felt that the author's writing in his normal state was okay, but it was easy to get excited and then he didn't know what he was writing, especially the battle to expel the pirates.

It's a bit unreasonable. We won several battles in one year and took in tens of thousands of refugees in one year. The most unreasonable thing is that hundreds of years of evolution were completed in just one year. No game can be played this fast.

Happy big rush, happy big rush! It has been updated, and you are back like lightning!

It's hard to watch. I watched it in junior high school. Now that I'm in college, I haven't finished it yet.

Fuck, my son is only 3 years old... TM died suddenly, and his 3-year-old son succeeded to the throne. It is difficult for those big nobles below to be ambitious...

The existence of this plug-in is already on a mythical level. You can write about gods. The appearance of this plug-in makes people feel no sense of substitution.

From the beginning, there were very few people writing about Dongluo. You guys who write about Dong Luo are the only ones who update randomly. I'm also drunk.

A reader raised this question with me. It was mainly mentioned casually when I was writing the introduction. In fact, I did not say that the protagonist must establish a republic. You see, I have changed my profile now. Can you please stop saying "Don't read it if you are a Republican"? I'm very embarrassed 😅. All in all, I will continue to polish the plot to serve the public's taste. If you like it, support it. If you don't like it, I'll try harder.

The last time I read this book was at the end of 2019. After reading the free chapter, I kept reading it. Now it's almost 2020. I read the chapter title and realized that I haven't entered Constantinople yet.

The man of God, who is willing to die, will be thorough, and will update several chapters a year. . .

No need for eunuchs, such a good novel

Woqu, I read this book many years ago. Why did it come back to life and update so many chapters?

When the autocratic monarch Justinian formalized his plan to regain Constantinople, the already restless empire became even more agitated. From Moria to Attica, to Thessaloniki and Adrian, the information delivery agency established by the young despot spread the news to every corner of the empire in a timely manner through postmen and newspapers. "That's the Romans, Belisarius! Sing!" Rusnina, the capital of Moria-Epirus, the newly recruited soldiers have finished their morning training. Under the supervision of their guards and superiors, they stood in a straight row in front of the table and waited for their meal. Today's lunch consisted of boiled kippers, a stew made with lamb belly sausage, chickpeas and several vegetables, sheep's cheese and toast. According to the rules of the despot, one must sing before eating. So, these new recruits sang this song with the officers and non-commissioned officers: "Ode to Belisarius", which was written to the greatest general in the empire. "What are these small white squares?" In the kitchen of the new barracks, the monarch's wife Irina is inspecting the soldiers' meals on behalf of her husband who is on the front line. Because of the vicious incidents of corruption of food at the Alexander Military Academy* and Nyonida Infantry Academy*, which resulted in food poisoning for many people, the autocratic monarch Justinian formulated many policies to ensure that food standards could be thoroughly implemented, including inspections by superior leaders from time to time at the grassroots level. However, due to the poor health of Basilisa Eudogia, the nominal leader of the autocratic state, Irina's husband Justinian had done the inspection of the military canteen in the capital in the past. This time because of the war, Irina decided to do it herself. After inspecting several military and civil affairs units, she and her entourage rushed to the training camp on the outskirts of the city to perform official duties. "Dear Madam of the Despot, these squares are made of chickpeas and soybeans." The person in charge of the kitchen, a veteran with only one eye, replied respectfully. "Is this what my husband taught you to do?" Irina asked doubtfully. "Yes, ma'am." The veteran replied. "This happened when we were still living in Ilovan. At that time, Chief Leo was still alive, and the Autocratic Monarch was just an ordinary local governor. It was the Autocratic Monarch who taught us to use lime water and salt brine to make chickpeas and soybean milk to make this kind of food. This kind of food is called Tofu is said to be a delicacy of the Peach Blossom Stone people in the Far East. "Does Justinian still know this?" Irina is a little confused about who her husband is, and he can even explain the food of a country that is thousands of miles away from her. "Back to Madam, the Despot heard that from Emperor Muziphius, and that's what he told us at that time. Later, we old fools all became officials, and several of them were executed or dismissed because of disgraceful things. Chief Leo died because of those noble insects, and I almost left because I was blind. The army is starting. But please don't worry about me. My old friends who are still alive know that I am the best cook in Ilovan, so they asked me to manage this cafeteria. Look, this is the daily list with today's work content and schedule..." After hearing the topic related to the rebellion, the corners of Irina's eyes became moist. However, she still suppressed her sadness and checked everything on the form with the veteran. "Basilisa, the absolute monarch has decided to regain the capital!" Just as a group of people completed their inspection and were about to leave the kitchen, a non-commissioned officer hurried to Irina holding the day's newspaper. "I know, he and the old emperor have been looking forward to this moment." Irina led the tired sergeant to sit on a chair and planned to make him a glass of wine. At this time, she found that there were three glasses of poured wine behind the veteran. Irina then remembered that the one-eyed veteran who was in charge here when she first arrived was going to pour wine for her and the two night watchmen* but she refused, so Irina picked up the tray with wine glasses and handed a glass of wine to the resting soldiers. Then, she gave the remaining two glasses to the two greedy soldiers. It was just because of military discipline that none of the three accepted it. In the end, Irina had no choice but to give each of them a bowl of soup to quench their thirst. "You are all guilty of following my husband." Irina covered her mouth and smiled. As soon as the inspection team left, the training officer of the military camp called the recruits to gather in the big playground. Many training soldiers had no time to eat, so they had to eat hard bread while running. "Your Majesty has decided to regain the capital. After the disbandment, the whole battalion will immediately enter a state of combat readiness. From today on, all combatants will strengthen training and strive to make everyone qualified before arriving here under military orders." As soon as the chief training officer finished his speech, the audience became excited. Some people cheered for regaining their old capital, while others were upset about the reduction in rest time. Everyone's emotions came together and completely ignited the atmosphere in the school grounds. "I'm counting to three!" The disciplinary officer immediately stopped him when he saw this. The soldiers below shut their mouths in a wise manner, and a deathly silence once again enveloped the large playground of the training camp. "Your Majesty, the winner of the Mediterranean Campaign is still the little fox." In a military camp in Constantinople, Henry of Flanders, the tyrant of the Latin Empire, was rubbing his gray hair in distress while listening to the report on the Mediterranean Campaign. Henry had long expected the failure of the Venetians, but what he didn't expect was that the group of profiteers protected by St. Mark would lose so quickly. If it weren't for the fact that Justinian and the Venetians were at odds with each other, Henry would definitely have thought that the Venetians had received the 500,000 gold crissos (Χρυσός)* from the monarch of Moria, rather than that the Greeks under his rule had become good at fighting. "Trouble." Henry originally wanted to stabilize the order of the castle by exchanging more benefits with the Venetians to obtain supplies, mercenaries and Latin immigrants. However, Venice's complete failure in the Mediterranean made his plan to strengthen the defense of the castle completely bankrupt. Originally, the appearance of the Ecumenical Patriarch and Emperor Muziphius in the territory of Moria made the Greeks in Thrace and Byzantium restless. The Pope was forced to completely separate himself from the Romanian Empire (the Latin Empire), which made the situation of Henry and others even worse. Henry knew that nothing could be done now. Improving the relationship between Latins and Greeks would only be counterproductive, and promoting Greek bureaucrats and canonizing Greek knights would only make it easier for those Byzantine restorers to infiltrate the administrative system of the empire. Apart from being trapped in an isolated city and waiting to die silently, the Flemish people have no other ending. How could this happen? After pondering for a moment, Henry said to his attendant, a Greek boy: "Call my ministers and generals." "The war is about to begin." (End of Chapter 3)