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In the autumn of 1205, the Battle of Fort Wiscari was a trivial battle, but it was bound to change the course of history. Whether it was the Byzantine Empire that was supposed to be on the verge of extinction, or Venice, which grew stronger step by step and established a maritime empire.

At night, it was exceptionally peaceful. The Byzantines and Venetians seemed to have a tacit understanding between each other, and neither had the intention of continuing to fight. This last night was a time to mourn the war dead.

Whether it is Byzantium or Venice, the atmosphere in the barracks is very heavy.

The Venetians suffered more than a thousand casualties this time. They almost broke into the castle, but they fell short and suffered heavy losses. If the opponent continues to chase, the number of uncertain deaths and injuries will be even more ugly.

This made the nobles who thought they could easily eliminate the Byzantine exiles involved here look ugly, and even retreated in their hearts. But no one of them could withdraw, thinking that they had already boarded the other party's thief ship from the moment they agreed to Ranieri Dandoro's conditions. There is no other way to choose other than to go all out to win this **** castle.

But even so, such casualties were still unacceptable to the nobles, and finally someone raised objections: "It's no way to attack like this, your Excellency Ranieri? These Greeks are obviously not as weak and weak as we thought before. Are they not? Before we attack this castle again, shall we be fully prepared?"

As soon as this statement came out, it immediately caused a wave of agreement.

"Yes, our casualties were too heavy."

"It's best to take a break for a while and discuss it for a long time."

Looking at the chattering colleagues, Ranieri was expressionless. He waited until the voice of opposition gradually subsided before speaking.

"Have you all finished talking?"

A cold look glanced at everyone present, a natural high-ranking expression leaped on his face, and suddenly the crowd was silent. And just listen to this man continue to say:

"I know the helplessness of the princes, and at the same time, I also understand that the losses in the previous battle are indeed not small. But when we rest for a period of time, it means that our enemies also get precious time to rest and recover. Although we have suffered heavy losses, but Haven’t the Greeks come to the end of the crossbow? Why do you have the illusion that the Venetian army is not as powerful as a group of arrogant Greeks?"

Ranieri Dandolo’s retort made the other generals who had retired before being speechless. This is indeed a shame. They had won a brilliant victory in Constantinople before, which made the Byzantines think The proud relics were all transported back to Venice, but now they have been made like this by an exiled Byzantine army. Why are they not resentful?

Suddenly, the middle and lower-level officers who were first dazzled by the honor stood up and expressed their support for Ranieri Dandro.

"We support you, Lord Dandora!"

"Exterminate these Greeks and make them pay for their despicable behavior!"

The officers holding their fists were excited, and the other nobles who were their superiors suddenly looked hard to look at. Obviously, in a few words, Ranieri Dandolo persuaded the young and strong factions of the army at the grass-roots level, and they had reached a deal with the Dandolo family in private, so they were not good at publicly betting. The previous opposition was suddenly infected by the fanatical sense of national honor. In fact, even though Venice was once a satellite country of the Byzantine Empire, with the rise of power, it regarded itself as one of the successors of the Roman Empire, and in their eyes The Byzantines are a barbaric and arrogant people.

In particular, the capture of Constantinople made Venice's ambitions greatly inflated, so now they can't tolerate their helplessness in a small place.

Seeing that he had successfully mobilized the enthusiasm of middle and lower-level officers, Ranieri immediately placed his own combat orders.

"Very well, let the army fix the last night tonight. Tomorrow we will give the Greeks a final blow, and I hope that this time, no one will stand still and make a move that is not conducive to the whole army." Ranierillo I looked at several of my colleagues intently. The previous defeat was because they still hoped to save their strength and the forwards sent out were some unscrupulous cannon fodder, which led to the raid by the Byzantine heavy cavalry and their defeat.

"Knight Draven, you take your men and horses to besiege the gate!"

"Yes!"

"Baron Joseph, you lead an army to block the side of the castle, to prevent the Greeks from stalking like a mouse and attacking!"

"understand!"

"Peter, Noel, the two sirs, I order you to supervise the battle tomorrow as a reserve team. If there is a deserter again, no matter what!

"Yes, Lord Dandora!"

Three murderous combat orders were issued, and then Ranieri slowly turned around to look at the other earls, and said indifferently:

"As for you, I hope you will lead the fleet to attack the Watergate again. This time it is impossible for the Greeks to have enough Greek fire reserves to deal with us. We will advance on both land and water. I don't think there will be any mistakes this time!"

Just like the previous attack on Constantinople, now that he knew that the defenders in the Fort Wiscari had reached the end of the crossbow, he had no worries. Despite several losses, Ranieri had basically probed the Byzantines at this moment. The truth and fiction have already been fully grasped.

Seeing Ranieri Dandoro seemed confident, the other counts did not object to anything. In fact, they did not doubt that they could defeat the weak Byzantines at this moment, but simply wanted to avoid unnecessary losses. But since Ranieri was so eager to achieve success, they didn't say much anymore after getting the promise from the Dandoro family.

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And on the bay of Fort Wiscari, the clouds in the sky blocked the original bright moonlight. In the dim night, a few people in a small hole on the bay side bypassed the Byzantine guards who watched the night and boarded a small boat. , And they are the Assassin Assassins hiding in the city.

According to their previous agreement, Leosgros arranged for them to escape safely from the city. In exchange, Sabah also stolen from the original ducal residence with Nicaea, Venice, and Epirus. The letter was returned to him.

"Is this really good, Sabah-sama?" Nuerding asked worriedly ~www.ltnovel.com~ they actually left without completing the task. This is not in line with their code of conduct.

But Sabah shrugged nonchalantly and said: "It's no big deal. Leave this place of right and wrong as early as possible so that you won't be involved in the struggle between the Greeks and the Venetians."

"But that ring..." Nurdin was obviously still taking to heart what Justinian had said to him in the dungeon.

"A ring?" Sabah then took out the previous ring from his pocket and rubbed it slightly. It was true in all likelihood, but he could not guarantee the authenticity of Justinian’s identity. . "For the time being, it’s better not to intervene, but if he is disguised, we will one day make him pay the price, but if he is really doing things for Sheikh Lord, I will also make some arrangements for him, as to whether he It's up to him to make good use of it."

"Are you talking about those letters? But I am afraid that those things have already been in the hands of Leosgross, I am afraid they will all be destroyed." Although Nurdin was Sabah's most trusted follower, he still didn't understand for a while. What exactly is the arrangement mentioned by the leader in front of him?

However, Sabah's face showed a smug and disdainful expression, "Don't worry, I did say that I would return the shameful letter of the chameleon to him after the incident, but I did not promise not to show it to others. I am looking forward to it. At that time, that guy's expression, it's a pity that there is no chance." After speaking, the group of people took advantage of the dark night in the boat and headed to the east of the sea.

Looking back at the Wiscari Fort, which is getting farther and farther away, Sabah knew that maybe today will be the last calm of the castle, just like before the storm, it seems peaceful and peaceful, but when the storm comes. In a moment, everything will be destroyed.