Eagle Flag of Epirus

It was almost dawn after a night of war, but the sky in Fort Wiscari was still dark, a large area of ​​the city was affected by the asphalt barrels projected by the Venetians, and there were homeless people everywhere. Finally, the soldiers contained the fire, and at this time they were exhausted. However, there are still many wounded and dead bodies in the barracks that need to be taken care of. Otherwise, the weather will cause a plague.

The streets have become rudimentary battlefield hospitals, with wounded soldiers and ordinary residents lying all around. Most of them were burned. The fire yesterday was really shocking. If it weren’t for the wind to change in time, maybe the whole Weiss Fort Cary might be caught in a sea of ​​flames. But at least the burnt white ground made a lot of space for the wounded, but even so, when Justinian came here, he was shocked by the tragic situation.

The Battle of Watergate Although the Byzantines repelled the Venetians at a very small price, the Venetians used their trebuchets and ballistas to ravage the entire Fort Wiscari, and the civilian casualties exceeded the curfew. As expected, there were wounded everywhere so that the doctor’s manpower was no longer enough. The priests and nuns of the monastery in the city also volunteered to take care of the injured, but it was still a drop in the bucket.

"Damn it, there is no one!" Arslan spit out and complained angrily. It was obvious that they were late and the injured Justinian couldn't even find a doctor. "Does this ghost place even have a cleaner bandage?"

"After all, we have suffered heavy losses, bear with it!" Justinian didn't care too much, although the wounds were not so painful, but the conditions here did not allow it, and he would not complain about it.

At this moment, a faint voice suddenly came from Justinian's ear.

"Master Justinian, you are all right!"

For a moment, Justinian followed the prestige unconsciously, and saw a Byzantine soldier with a bandage on his head, who was seriously injured, lying on the ground, and a nun was bandaging his wound.

"You are..." Looking at the other person, Justinian seemed to have some impression, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

The wounded soldier said intermittently: "I am the soldier who fought with you last night. It's great to see you!"

Justinian just remembered that the wounded soldier in front of him was one of the soldiers who followed him carefully to ambush the Venetians last night. It was only afterwards that they were dispersed when they went ashore to fight. Unexpectedly, some of them could escape. At that time, if the Venetian ballista attack hadn't reacted quickly, I'm afraid it would have been killed. However, looking at the soldier, it was obvious that he was also seriously wounded. It's really hard to say whether they can survive.

I saw the wounded soldier squirming his lips and seemed to want to say something, but Justinian stopped him, "You don't talk first, it's important to heal your wounds."

"Yes, my lord, may God bless you." The soldier murmured, and fell asleep because of his pain, even though Justinian’s bravery in yesterday’s World War I was not seen by most people. But these soldiers who fought alongside him respected him from the bottom of their hearts. Over the years, fewer and fewer people have been able to take the lead.

Along the way, Justinian met several subordinates who survived last night. Although they were all seriously injured, they did not complain. On the contrary, they admired Justinian even more. This also greatly changed Justinian's impression of the soldiers in Fort Wiscari. It seems that there are still many brave and good fighters. It was only because of the decayed physique of the empire that they were buried. After all it took a lot of effort, Justinian and the others found a doctor. They treated the wound hastily and bandaged it. It was not because the doctor was lazy, but because he was too busy to spare his hands and feet. Denny didn't say anything.

Seeing the devastated scene before him, and recalling the scene of the victory over the Venetian Byzantium before, Justinian was also sighed. Although he was accustomed to the cruelty of war, he was not numb enough to turn a blind eye. At the tip of the iceberg, this kind of thing will continue to happen in this once thousand-year-old empire, and it will continue until the country's demise. It can be said that the turmoil in 1204 was the culprit that completely pushed the Byzantine Empire into the abyss. And what he is determined to do now is to prevent all these tragedies from happening. But this is not easy to say, although everyone in Fort Wiscari is temporarily relieved, but it is only a matter of time before the Venetians come back.

But just as Justinian was feeling emotional in his heart, there was a commotion in the crowd, and a group of homeless civilians surrounded him first, seeming to be begging for something.

"Duchess, please have mercy on us!"

Many of these Byzantines hid in Fort Wiscari in order to escape the Latins~www.ltnovel.com~ but they never thought that the invasion of the Venetians last night turned them into beggars with nothing. And at this time, the nobles who appeared to give them alms were as precious as angels descending on the earth.

A group of noble servants and maids also distributed the prepared bread to every homeless in the city. Although their faces were more or less complaining about the dirty environment, they still gave every piece of bread. In the hands of those in need.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness, May Heavenly Father bless you!" An old man who was blind took over the bread that the young noble woman handed him. He was grateful, but this inadvertent sentence fell into Justinian's ears. However, he immediately turned his head and looked over. He was sure that he hadn't heard it wrong just now, the old man actually called him a princess, and there was only one person in this city who was called that way.

I saw Odosia shook her head with a reluctant smile on her face: "I am just an ordinary person now, I am no longer a princess, and all I can do is do my part as a duchess." The fate of Odosia, the daughter of Alexei III, is not as good as people think, especially since her father abandoned Constantinople's subjects like a coward, the so-called princess title made her unable to carry it. Let's start.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly rang in Odosia’s ears: "No, although your father disappointed the people of the empire, you still perform your duties, don’t you, at least as a princess to inspire the people during the war? Your confidence is enough.” I don’t know when Justinian walked up to Odosia and saluted it respectfully:

"Imperial Moria Governor Justinian, I wish Her Royal Highness health and happiness!"