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"What are you talking about?" His face changed suddenly, and the surprised Justinian looked at the trembling scout and asked what was going on.

The scout, who was so frightened and bowed his head, quickly told Justinian about what had happened-the original army outside got the news, and immediately opened the encirclement to complete the small group of Venetians. wipe out. But when they completed the array and started to close the net, they found something was wrong. First, the Turkic people who were chasing lost the opponent, and then they didn't find a Venetian figure until the large group closed the encirclement. It wasn't until the end that they finally found each other's trail along a hidden trail, and the Venetian escaped like this under their noses when they hadn't expected it at all.

This is undoubtedly a great shame, and the timid scout is ready to meet the anger of Lord Justinian after reporting the news.

But the silent young man didn't say anything. Instead, he fell into silence for a long time, and the atmosphere at this moment seemed particularly depressing. Unexpectedly, the carefully prepared plan failed. This means that the Venetians who have escaped this disaster will be more vigilant, and this small group of people will still bite Moria's flesh and blood like a tarsal maggot. Justinian didn't say anything to blame, but the anger in his heart could not be suppressed at the moment.

At this moment, there was the sound of horseshoes not far away, and Arslan led a group of people into the village as the commander of the outer army. He and other officers of the new army could not shirk the blame for the failure of this encirclement. When he saw Justinian, the Turkic man holding his helmet was about to plead guilty but was stopped by Justinian.

"Master Justinian—"

"I have this time to think about how to remedy it, and I'm afraid I can't blame you all on this matter. So quickly react and immediately find a way out to get rid of you, or the Venetian is a genius, or they have a genius outside. People who are familiar with the surrounding terrain respond. The former is basically impossible, so there is only the latter.” Even though Justinian felt annoyed, he quickly made a calm judgment. It is impossible for a person who can direct his subordinates to break through the Venetians to come here to commit a risk, and there is only one possibility-that is, there is a hidden response outside the opponent. This is not entirely to blame Arslan and the others, after all, things are rushed, and mistakes are inevitable. It's just that the mention of a small road in the previous news made Justinian feel a little confused. If the defenders of Koroni Fortress hadn't mentioned it, how could the Venetians know about it.

But at this moment Justinian was thinking about it, but the voice of the boy behind him interrupted his thoughts.

"Master Justinian! Please let me join you, I want to avenge Grandpa Vibius!"

Knowing that the abominable thugs had escaped, Peter, who was full of grief and anger, couldn't bear it anymore and finally pleaded with Justinian, wanting to join the army to avenge the Venetians.

But Justinian shook his head and said, "No, you are too young—"

"I'm eleven years old. Several people who are two or three years older than me have joined your army before, why can't I?" Peter asked incomprehensibly, obviously the governor in front of him will still rust. The iron sword was handed over to his own hand to let him inherit his grandfather's will, but at this time he decisively rejected him.

"Because you can't open your body without these two or three years, not to mention that if you have not been trained, you are very likely to be in danger when you join now. Letting you inherit the will of the old man is not making you reckless to die, do you understand?" Helpless Next, Justinian explained solemnly, and asked his men to send the boy down the mountain, and he was ready to proceed with the others what to do next.

But the unwilling boy in front of him struggled to get away from the person next to him and shouted to Justinian: "Master Justinian, I have not acted recklessly, although I know that my body can't help you much, but I understand. The terrain of this area-as long as I lead the way, you can definitely find those guys!"

As soon as he said this, Arslan, who had been silent before, suddenly raised his head to look at the little boy, and raised his hand for the guards to release it.

"Master Justinian?"

"what's happenin?"

"I think this kid might be able to help us with this."

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"It's really embarrassing, everyone in Venice!" The old man with a cloak riding on the horse mocked, looking at the Venetians who had escaped before.

The Venetians who still have lingering fears, despite their irritation in their hearts, can't refute anything. If the person in front of them had not released the signal arrow in time, they would not be able to escape the Byzantine net.

And Moebius, who had a gloomy face, finally asked bitterly, "This is different from what your master said. The **** Leosgros didn't tell me that the little fox would come here in person!" Bite The man who said this with his teeth has suppressed his anger as much as possible. It is really close, even if the signal comes in time, if it weren't for bullying the Turkic cavalry, it would be better for the terrain than they were wandering in this area for half a month. There are so many strangers~www.ltnovel.com~ They can't get rid of such a fierce pursuit, and even so, there are still many people who are hit by arrows or injured. It can be said that this is the first time that Moglia has encountered such a setback. Nearly half of the people were killed and injured, all thanks to the Greek traitor.

If it weren't for the other party's vows, Moebius wouldn't be defenseless, and he was still shuddered when he learned that the young man named Justinian had come here to sit in person. And looking at the face of Leosgros's subordinate just now that he was gleeful for misfortune, there was a lot of hatred in his expression.

But seeing the unkind look of the Venetians, the old man with the hood didn't care at all and shrugged: "My master has done his best, not to mention that the power to make decisions is in your hands, Your Excellency Morbius. Isn't it? And instead of being upset about it now, it might be better to think about what to do next. After all, Justinian mobilized a legion of troops this time."

"A legion?!" Moebius, who took a breath of breath, trembled in his heart-as that? They just burned a few villages and put on such a big battle, and they are too dear to them. In the face of this great crisis, the previous anger was suddenly forgotten.

"Then Lord Leo, do you have any suggestions for sending you over?" The old man in the cloak looked at him and asked. Since the opponent was sent by Leosgros, he should be trusted for the time being-or there is no need to save them before. , Moebius, who felt tricky, had to help the other side.

And looking at the Venetian who was originally aloft in front of him, finally softened, and the wrinkled face under the cloak finally showed an invisible smile.

"Please don't worry about this. The reason that Duke Leo sent me here is of course to deal with the next problem."