Eagle Flag of Epirus

As soon as the new army rushed back from the south entered Tripolis, it attracted the Moria rebels to wait. In the winter of 1205, Justinian and the Moria aristocratic alliance decided the war of the future imperial power at this moment. Finally started in full swing.

The new army commanded by Justinian had a total of 3,000 men, and the ally of the Moria nobles and the Latins had a total of 6,000 men in the valley plains south of Tripolis. Undoubtedly, the victory or defeat of the war is related to the fate of every major figure in the entire Moriah. However, the scale of this battle is far smaller than that of Justinian’s restoration of the entire Moriah and Achaia war before. However, the secret participation of many forces and the spectacle of many people watching the fire from the shore has actually made the situation more dangerous invisibly, and even a little carelessness may be broken. Invisibly, an invisible balance of power was formed between the new army and the old noble rebels. There were confrontations between the two armies at a stalemate, but the final battle was not officially opened.

But no one dared to take it lightly, especially the Moria noble headed by Leos Gros. Although they have not seen Justinian with their own eyes, they can see the black wild fox with teeth and claws on the flag from a distance. Already feel terrified.

The winter of this year came much earlier than in previous years. Because of the snow a few days ago, the already bare wilderness around Tripolis became a bit muddy for a while. Although this kind of weather is not suitable for combat, because it is a great burden on physical strength for both the attacker and the defender, but in order to end all this as soon as possible, the allied forces of the Latins and the Moria nobles chose to send out. Trying to completely defeat the last force in Justinian's hand in the shortest time.

"Pattern--"

Just listening to the horseshoes wrapped in the hoofs stomping a puddle into a jumping slurry yellow, I saw that the heavily armed Latin knights led the army and slowly drove their horses to the high Fu, which is not only for them It was only a place with a good view, and it also avoided the muddy terrain that made their horses difficult to travel. On the other side, in the lowlands under the hillside, the new army belonging to Justinian chose to camp there. Viscount Senna, who was standing on a high place overlooking all of this, couldn't help but frown. He really didn't understand the intention of the person on the opposite side of this choice. Judging from the paper data, the strength of the coalition is far beyond the so-called new army. At this time, Lien also has to give up the advantage of the battlefield. What kind of medicine is in the gourd, the kid who was feared by them as the little fox?

While watching this scene alone, a man's humble and respectful voice came from behind Viscount Senna, "Your Excellency Senna, are you thinking about it?"

Turning around, I saw that it was not someone else who was walking, but his "ally" at this moment, the Earl of Conil, one of the representatives of the Moria nobles. What is this man doing here at this time? The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, although as a coalition, the army of the Moria noble and the army of Achaia were separate camps, so Viscount Sena did not welcome the other side's presence here so abruptly.

"I just thought of some other things, I'm a little distracted, what are you doing here, Honorable Conil?" Although there was a respectful word in his mouth, there was no expression on Senna's face.

But Earl Conil didn't think he was dissatisfied, and smiled slightly: "It's just to celebrate the upcoming victory in advance, and there is nothing else important."

"If there are no other important things, then I think your Excellency should come back! After all, the preparations are in a hurry before the war, and I can't entertain you directly in the army." A little impatient, Viscount Senna agreed with the Moria noble. They teamed up but never gave any good expressions, and even more rudely and directly ordered the eviction of the Earl of Conil. This made the grin on the face of the Greek man standing in front of him a bit stiff at this moment.

Earl Conil couldn’t help his face sinking wherever he had been subjected to such contempt, but when he thought of his purpose, he had to swallow it abruptly, and said peacefully: “I just want to talk about your side after everything is over. Can we discuss the content of the request? Although we want to meet your conditions as much as possible, some of these are still unacceptable to us."

"Unacceptable? Then you can deal with Justinian yourself, why bargain here." After understanding the other party's intentions, Viscount Senna directly interrupted the other party's words coldly.

"We are not bargaining, we just hope that you can be more accommodating, Senna, and we can meet other conditions as much as possible. These things are too difficult! Once these contents are published, the whole Moriah will be full of enthusiasm. , Even we will not be able to control the situation at that time.” Because the previous negotiations were completely led by Leosgros~www.ltnovel.com~ Conil and other nobles of Moria only learned of the content of the agreement not long ago. , But found that some of them were completely beyond their tolerance, they had to choose such a low voice to ask the Latin in front of them.

But Viscount Sena, who despised these Greeks in his heart, was completely unmoved, "Since Leosgros agreed to this, then you should go to him if you have any questions. I don't have the time to work with him. Your Excellency continues to waste time. What's more, the so-called public sentimental boiling has long been accustomed to you, right? Since you have chosen to have to join forces with the Latins whom you disdain, why bother to talk about public opinion! It is just reluctant to bear yourself. Those things in his hands are nothing more." Viscount Senna snorted coldly because of mocking words, and then let the guards turn around and drove away.

Sure enough, the group of Greeks in Moriah hadn't grown as much as before! No wonder they have come to such a sad and ridiculous place today! Viscount Senna sneered in his heart. He had already seen that these short-sighted Moria nobles had become Leosgros's puppets at this moment, and they no longer had the arrogance of the past. At this point now, it can be said that the backbone of the nobility has been shattered and there is nothing left. At this moment, his gaze fell on the camp where Justinian's army was stationed in the distant lowlands, but he showed a thoughtful look and said to himself nonchalantly:

"But that being said, you are still at a disadvantage in the face of these guys. What are you going to do, little fox? Don't let that guy misunderstand you, Justinian!" Subtle meaning, but the deep voice was so faint that no one noticed the man's mumbling at this moment.