Eagle Flag of Epirus

　　 The crowd on the originally bustling street suddenly rioted.

　　 "Latin robbers are coming!" I don't know who yelled, and the citizens of Constantinople on the streets of Time were in a panic. The catastrophe last year is still fresh in my memory.

　　 The red-eyed crusaders rushed into Constantinople to burn and loot the civilians. It can be said that everyone hated the Latins and their fears went deep into their bones.

　　 At this moment, the Latin soldiers wearing pot helmets were holding spears to disperse the civilians. The cavalry brigade galloped past, and anyone who could not escape was killed under the horse.

These are the elite knights in the Latin army. They are made up of nobles from Italy and France. They have amazing fighting power. They are the most powerful force in the hands of Emperor Baldwin. They came from Achaia and Athens to accept their emperor’s call to suppress sex. The Greeks in Reis rioted.

　　The escaped citizens of Constantinople hid in their homes one after another, but Justinian and Muzfius stood on the street at a loss. The knights of the brigade galloped away, while the soldiers behind them caught the poor who had no time to escape. These fierce soldiers had no mercy at all. They treated every inhabitant of Constantinople rudely.

　　 "What can I do?" Justinian was also a little flustered.

　　 "What's the matter?" Muzfius asked, who couldn't see what was happening in front of him.

　　 "They seem to be catching people, run fast." Not much care, Justinian pulled Muzfius into the alley, but was apparently found by the Latins.

　　 "The people over there don't run. Stop me!" Several Latin soldiers chased after them to catch Justinian and Muzfius. The riots in the Thrace region have intensified. A large number of the nobles of the Roman Empire called on the civilians to join the army in Adrianople, threatening the safety of Constantinople. At this time, the Romanian royal army was led by Emperor Baldwin’s brother Louis to attack Nicaea, so Baldwin sent envoys to ask his vassals, the Marquis of Achaia and the Duke of Athens, to **** them to perform their duties. In order to prevent spies, the entire Constantinople was clearing the suspicious person at this time.

　　 Justinian, who had never expected this, took Muzfius desperately to get rid of the chasers. If he was caught, even if it was not too bad, it would be minimal to get out of the prison.

　　 But Muzfius has not healed from his old wounds, his eyes are missing, and he can't escape the pursuit anyway.

　　 And just then, Justinian heard someone calling himself.

　　 "Hey, here, here." A thirteen or four-year-old boy greeted Justinian at the alley.

　　 I didn’t care much, Justinian had to take Muzfius to follow Ke. Whether the other party was really kind or not, it was better than being caught by those Latins.

"Follow me, here and here." The boy beckoned and led Justinian into a winding alley. When he saw the wall, the boy pushed aside the stone slab by the wall to reveal a small hole. .

　　 "Come in quickly." Justinian and Muzfius stepped in at the boy's urging. As soon as they hid in the cave, the Latin soldiers chased up but found nothing.

　　 "Hey, how about people? Did you see it just now?"

　　 "They can't run far, go over there and take a look."

　　 Across the slate, Justinian let out a cold sweat at the voice of the Latin soldier. The Latin soldiers gradually walked away, and Justinian breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 But the stone in his heart was put down, and his neck was cold. I don't know when the saber that he had hidden under his robe disappeared. At this time, he was standing on his neck.

　　 "Who are you?" A middle-aged man's voice sounded indifferently, and Justinian's body couldn't help stiffening due to the immense hostility.

　　 "It's just an ordinary refugee." Justinian raised his hands calmly. Although he noticed that he seemed to have entered an incredible place now, it was better than falling into the hands of the Latin.

　　 "Refugee? The army's standard uses swords and Turkic boots. There is no need to say such things!" The man said coldly, revealing the flaw in Justinian's body.

　　 Damn, I forgot to change my boots.

　　 Justinian remembered that the boots of the Turkic warrior had been wearing his feet.

　　 At this time, the little boy who brought Justinian in said: "Vasily, the Latins chased them down just now, they should not be bad guys."

　　 "Shut up, John, this does not mean that he is not a Latin masterpiece. He can completely disguise it." The man yelled, and John brought the stranger to him and made him very dissatisfied. Immediately the sword power in his hand deepened, and he asked, "Say, who are you?"

"Well, I admit that I am not a refugee, but I am not a Latin spy. We came from across the strait." Justinian knew that this kind of trickery would be dead when he was discovered, and he answered half-truth. Tao.

　　 And hearing Justinian’s answer~www.ltnovel.com~ The man named Vasily really paused, he put down his sword and grabbed Justinian by the collar.

　　 "How is the other side now?"

　　 The man's voice trembled a little, obviously he was very concerned about it. Since the fall of Constantinople, he has not heard the news of the imperial puppet for a long time.

　　 Justinian replied pretentiously: "I'm afraid it's not optimistic. The Latins have captured Nicaea. My uncle and I were both mercenaries who fled from there. My uncle's eyes were wounded during the battle."

After hearing Justinian’s answer, Vasily finally put aside his doubts, because he looked at the other person as an imperial rather than a Latin, and the middle-aged man behind Justinian was indeed a blind man, he should not look like a spy. .

　　 "So at the moment, you should not be our enemies." Vasily stood up and said, lighting the torch.

　　 "We?" Justinian heard what Vasily had just said, and it seemed that they were not the only ones here.

　　 "Of course, come with me." Vasily did not deny that he took Justinian and Muzfius down a step. Muzifius said nothing and followed Justinian, with gauze on his head, no one recognized the former emperor.

　　 The flame is getting closer, and Justinian's eyes are getting bigger and bigger. He never expected that there would be such a place here--

"this is……"

　　 Justinian saw a huge basement, and there were hundreds of heavily armed soldiers. I saw each of them gearing up, obviously preparing something. The Latins did not guess wrong, and a riot was indeed brewing in Constantinople.

　　 "Welcome to the resistance zone, gentlemen." Only Vasily said softly.