Eagle Flag of Epirus

Since the Latin invasion, after the battle of the Olive Grove and the Battle of Alfios, countless villages and towns from Koroni to Tripolis have been destroyed and turned into desert. Because of this, apart from a few forests in the endless wilderness, there is nothing that can block the line of sight. So the rebels made it the best place to monitor Justinian who might return at any time.

I saw that on the only way to Tripolis, dozens of rebels in the simple wooden camp were stationed here to guard against possible accidents at any time.

"Keep your eyes wide open and be careful, do you understand!" The captain of this rebel scout stood on the tower and yelled at the dozing subordinates.

However, these soldiers who should have been on the alert at this time had no such consciousness at all. After all, they were already exhausted for several days in order to guard against the possible arrival of Justinian. And now that the entire Tripolis has completely fallen into their hands, they naturally began to relax their vigilance when they thought everything was going well.

"Boss, what are we afraid of here, if Justinian really came, we would have discovered that we should rush back and report it to Lord Leo at that time. Why do you always make such rumors."

"Hmph, what do you **** know, I'm afraid you won't know how you died by then!" The leader of this group of scouts looked at the group of men and said grimly. He is different from these people. He has witnessed it with his own eyes. Justinian led an army outside the city of Argos to defeat the elite Achaian army with a small scale. Knowing the horror of this little fox, this man is unwilling to take it lightly anyway.

At this moment, the rapid sound of horseshoes broke the calm in the dim dusk, and immediately caused everyone on the tower to tremble subconsciously, even though most of them were no longer what they were before. Worried, but still unaware of the Lord Justinian. Unconsciously, the tense scouts took up their weapons to follow the prestige, and saw a small group of cavalry coming towards them, and from a distance they saw the waving flag painted on the family of the Earl of Conil. The Maple Leaf Family Crest, then relieved his heart.

"Hey, it frightened us a lot. It turned out that it was Scrit and the others who came back after chasing some mud legs. We were scared for nothing." Recognizing that it was the person on his side, I was relieved. The scouts put down their bows and arrows and couldn't help cursing. If they hadn't seen the family crest of the Conil family, they would have used their bows and arrows to greet them.

But seeing this team of cavalry soon arrived in front of the camp, a rider slowly stepped forward and shouted at the crowd on the tower:

"We are Scrit's people, please open the door and let go, we have something important to go back!"

"What's important is just doing some looting and burning." While whispering disdainfully, the man commanding the scout stationed here gestured to open the gate of the camp and let it go. Because these guys were arrogant and forced to let them go to chase the escaped villagers. The two sides were very unhappy. He didn't like this group of people in his heart, but after all, they were the free riders of the Conil family and couldn't do it by himself. Offending these uncles, let the unsuspecting subordinates open the door of the camp.

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"Huh, these **** go out to eat meat. We can only stay here and we can't even get some soup. What a thing!" The other guards and their leader are equally dissatisfied. They are basically dissatisfied because of their lower status. It is not the turn of looting the village to get the benefits of the spoils, so I can only stand in such a wild and unrestrained ridge with fear. But despite all the dissatisfaction, they still opened the door of the camp. However, what happened in the next scene made the expressions of the scout guards in the camp suddenly stiffen on their faces--

Under the camp, the freerider who should have come from the Conil family was headed, but it was not the Skrit whom I had seen before, but a young man who was not very old, and there was a faint smile on his face. Sense, but in their eyes it is no less than the smile of death. Because this young man is no one else, it is Justinian who should have led the army far south. With such a dazzling record, who is unfamiliar with this somewhat immature face? But it was only two or three days after Tripolis fell. Why did he show up so quickly? !

However, at this moment, how could the guards who were terrified in fear have time to think so much? Almost all the people in front of the door were so scared that they couldn't even speak, and only then discovered that those were supposed to be part of the freerider helmet composed of Morias. The faces are all Turkic people from the East, making them more soul-stirred. Obviously this is where the private army of the Conil family ~www.ltnovel.com~ is disguised by the elite Turkic mercenaries under Justinian. The blood stains on the clothes have even proved that those free riders are already fierce. Good luck.

But on the tower, the other scouts didn’t know what was going on below. It was just strange that the gate of the camp had already been opened. Why didn’t the family of Conil come in? How could I think that Justinian had already been fascinated? Unconsciously appeared in front of them.

"What's going on below? Come in!" The man on the tower made an impatient voice, and at this moment, the sound of horseshoes from a distance more quickly than before attracted his attention, which was obviously The brigade drove in here, obviously not from their side, which made everyone's heart suddenly lifted. If it weren't for theirs, it would only be Justinian's. In the twilight, I couldn't see what was going on when I looked at it from a distance.

"What are you still doing in a daze? If there is an enemy attack, let them in quickly."

The anxious captain of the scout quickly yelled at the subordinates who had already been dumbfounded in fear, but he didn't know what was going on there.

At this moment, I didn't know who it was, and broke free from the pressure of fear first, and let out a desperate scream.

"It's Justinian... Justinian is back!"

But by this time everything was too late, because before the group of guards could react, there was no time to take up the weapon at hand. Behind Justinian, the Turkic warriors who were already eager to try had put their deadly bows and arrows on the bowstrings. Above, and the sharp Damascus knife has also revealed its scabbard.

At the same time, Justinian also grinned coldly, and said coldly: "Yes, I'm back."