Eagle Flag of Epirus

　　 On the other side, the Moria noble rebels who are gradually facing an attack on both sides have become more and more unable to support it. Most of the soldiers who lost their helmets and armors gave up resistance and chose to surrender, but the nobles knew that they had no way of retreat. However, there is only a dead end to continue the stubborn resistance, but even Leosgros has been unable to maintain his calmness.

"How could this happen!" The man's hideous face was just like he was driven to the end by Justinian on the trial bench, and this made Moria's nobles also wonder about their own. Retreat.

At this moment, a voice sounded from Leosgros's side, "Master Duke, please calm down. If we continue like this, our retreat may be blocked. Now the outcome is determined. Rather than staying there. Here, waiting to retreat to the city is the right way." Although the little nobleman has been defeated like a mountain, this little nobleman did not panic like others.

Only then did he suddenly come back to his senses, Leosgross pursed his lips, said nothing, his heart was ashamed. But he understands that now that he has given up like this, then it really is over and there is no possibility of a comeback. At least now he has Anastasius in his hands when he goes back, maybe there is still a glimmer of life. Taking a deep look at the little noble in front of him, Leosgros nodded.

"You're right, Focas. It's too early to admit defeat like this!" gritted his teeth. Although the little noble named Focas in front of me came from the Papadoros family, Liosig Rose has to admit that in addition to being an eyeliner, there are still some useful moments.

Under the order of Leosgros, the hearts of the nobles were reluctantly packed, and the heavily damaged aristocratic army fought and retreated, intending to retreat in the direction of the city of Tripolis. And all this has already fallen into the eyes of the man on the hillside who was watching the progress of the battle.

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"We have won, Lord Senna!" With a slightly excited tone, the immature boy gleefully watched as Moria's rebels collapsed like a broken wall under the combined attack of the Latins and Justinian's army. There is no longer the courage to resist. Charlie Chapulitt was finally relieved at this moment.

On the mountain, it was like a bystander watching this scene coldly, but Viscount Senna remained silent and said nothing. The commander of this battle is not him, but Baptiste. He just obeyed Charlie Chapulit and promised a counter-attack to help Justinian, who was already dead. Although they won the victory, the man was not pleased with the victory in his heart.

"Thank you, Uncle Senna... No, the Regent." A little bit cautious, the young Marquis Charlie was still a little unaccustomed to his current identity. But he knew that although he was nominally the monarch of Achaia, if it was not the last moment, Viscount Seine was on his side, and it was almost impossible to convince so many nobles.

Viscount Senna just waved his hand and said, "This is your decision, I just follow it. But I hope you can listen to our suggestions more in the future." There was a hint of helplessness in his tone, if it weren't for this kid. For his insistence, it should be the little fox of Moriah who has no place to bury him.

Is this choice really correct? Asking himself in his heart, Senna also had no bottom. If it wasn't for the little majesty beside him, he would never have chosen to stand on Justinian's side. But in this way, Charlie Chapulitt's owe to Justinian was wiped out. In a sense, it is also a good thing. It's just that in his opinion, the last thing you need to be a superior is actually this kind of warmth. It should be like a fox to find traps, and it should be like a lion to defeat a pack of wolves. All serving for the benefit is the right choice. This, I believe the young man named Justinian can't be more clear. Now, Charlie Chapulitt, who has become the monarch, shoulders the heavy responsibility. As the regent, Viscount Senna must teach him quickly.

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"Offensive, never let them run away!"

Taking the initiative on the battlefield, the morale of the army under Justinian was soaring, and the fierce Turkic cavalry chased and killed the fleeing enemy.

In a short period of time, countless rebels chose to surrender. They have lost their fighting spirit. Even the nobles who commanded them put down their weapons. Thousands of people were disarmed in an instant. No matter the armor, weapons or horses were handed over, these so-called stays. The soldiers after the break actually knew that they were nothing but cannon fodder. No one wants to die in vain.

It’s just that a lot of time was wasted, and the pace of the soldiers chasing the North slowed down. I saw that the rebels led by Leos Gros almost ran into the city of Tripolis and couldn’t catch up. .

"Damn it!" Arslan cursed immediately, but he was helpless, Justinian had already issued an order to suspend the pursuit.

"Count the casualties, don't chase the poor." Not seeming to be particularly annoyed by letting Leosgros go, Justinian looked very calm and ordered the soldiers to gather back and count the number of prisoners with them.

"Yes, Lord Justinian." Although he didn't understand the purpose of the adult in front of him, Arslan nodded and ordered his men to stop pursuing and sweep the battlefield.

Soon a rough casualty report was sent to Justinian, "Master Justinian, there were more than 700 casualties, and every company in the entire New Army Corps had casualties, killing and wounding more than 1,500 rebels in total. There were nearly two thousand prisoners.” Due to the previous tug-of-war, the fierce battle caused more casualties before the Latins strongly intervened. But this is the best result.

And Justinian just nodded silently, scanned the people who had experienced a **** battle with those fairly clear eyes, and finally spoke slowly after a long time: "Leave some people guarding the captives, and the rest The people who lay down are still able to fight with me. It’s time to make those betrayers pay the price!"

As soon as his voice fell, at this moment, all the geared soldiers were waiting for Justinian to give this order, and responded in a rush, raising the weapon in their hands like crazy, and they were cheering in their mouths, as if pouring out. A resentment that has been accumulated in the chest cavity for a long time.

"Long live!"

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"Long live!"

The cries rushed into the sky, drew the Latina next to him to look sideways, but no one dared to laugh at the army that had experienced a **** battle.

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In the city of Tripolis, the early warning bell rang above people's heads, making everyone in the city nervous. No one has guessed what happened outside the city... I saw that Justinian, who was considered a dead end under the city, survived at the last moment, and now the dead end is the one who thought he was sure of victory. Man.

"Open the door, open the door!"

With the remnants of the defeated generals and the gray-headed Leosgros behind, the already embarrassed Moria nobles fled to the gate and ordered the guards to let go quickly, but the chasing soldiers behind them were not far away. Everyone is very nervous.

"Master Leo, what should we do now?" The Moria nobles who were dominated by fear now only think about how to find a way out. Even if they hide in the city of Tripolis, they can't support it for long. of.

"What else? Retreat to the city and watch the changes." Duke Leo said coldly. At this time, he was like a crazy gambler, and would not choose the number of people until the last moment. However, in the army, the dissatisfaction of the Moria nobles towards him finally broke out at this moment!

"Do you still have to go in and wait for death? It's all to blame for you, so that we are now where we are now, you lunatic!" Count Conil, who was already very dissatisfied with Leo, took the lead.

Other nobles also became hysterical. The first battle left their last fortune to be completely ruined, and because of their betrayal, what the punishment Justinian will bring can be imagined. The more I thought about it, the more I became angry, and the fear of Leosgros seemed to disappear, leaving only a bitterness.

"You lied to us!"

"Look at what the Latins you brought in did what you did. You completely destroyed Moria. Let the hundreds of years of family heritage be ruined, and we shouldn't believe you!"

"We are now pulled down into this muddy water, everyone is going to die!"

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The desperate words are filled with sadness and anger, and the nobles who are on the verge of collapse have no reason at all. Until then, these Moriah's old nobles were still thinking about shirking their responsibilities, completely forgetting that it was their own greed and insatiableness that led to today's end.

On the other hand, Liosgros showed a chilling smile, full of bone-chilling coldness. At this moment, the guards beside him drew their long swords, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze for a while. It was unknowingly. In the middle of the game, Leosgros, who fled in a hurry, still left an eye on it. At the moment, most of the defeated generals around them were the private army of the Duke of Corinth.

At this moment, all the nobles who were still excited just now closed their mouths and looked at each other. Now they are really lonely, and they have nothing except that worthless noble status.

"Have you finally calmed down, you trash?" Leosgros joked frantically, but the man did not give up his last hope, and said with a fierce look in his eyes: "As long as Anastasius Justinian will have some scruples in our hands when Prince Staunch is still in our hands. We haven't lost this war yet! The big deal is in the end, the fish is dead, the net is torn apart and the jade is torn apart. Do you still think you have a retreat? Think about what you did before. Everything, can that little fox who will report to you really be able to tolerate you with blood on your hands?"

The man's deafening voice sounded at this moment, making all the nobles present seem to be slumped down, completely devoid of the previous anger. Now they have already accepted their fate. Without the army in their hands, they are like dogs whose backbones have been broken. They have no choice but to choose to go to destruction with this crazy man.

All this is not over yet, Justinian, even if you really lose this time, I won't let you win!

Leosgross, with a crazy face on his face, turned his head and looked at the new army of Moria and the Latin army who were chasing here. That kind of shady feeling made everyone around him feel very uncomfortable. At this moment, the man's gaze changed again. Falling in front of the city of Tripolis, it seemed that something had already been decided.

Let you take back only a dead city here at that time! Letting those who hope in you be killed in front of your eyes will surely make me happier. Leosgros muttered to himself in his heart. If someone can hear his heart, they will think he is a lunatic. But now the Duke of Leo doesn't care about anything, just thinking about crazy revenge.

The gate of Tripolis was opened, and the remnants would retreat into it. Although the army was almost annihilated, the stronghold of the city was enough to temporarily resist the pursuers outside. And this delay was enough for Leosgros. Next, whether he should go to the Lascaris family or the Latins of Constantinople, thinking about the value of the Moria nobles in his heart, Leosgros has already figured out his own way of retreat.

But when the man saw that the one who greeted him in the city was not his confidant, Mrs. Zoe~www.ltnovel.com~, but a little noble girl who looked indifferent as if attending the funeral was looking at him indifferently, Leosig For the first time, Rose's heart was so cold.

not good

The appearance of Alexia, who should still be under house arrest, has shown everything here.

"Take her down!"

The frightened man roared, but the "mob" who had already rubbed his shoulders behind Alexia rushed forward like a tide, scaring the defeated general behind Liosgros that he dared not move.

Duke Leo, who was caught off guard, placed his hand on the scabbard around his waist for the first time. But it was still too late. The next moment, the man only felt a sharp tingling sensation from his waist, and a hot stream poured out and soaked the clothes. Leosgros looked behind him with an expression of consternation, and saw a young man piercing his back with a short sword.

"It's you"

"it's me."

The face of the young noble named Phokas at this moment did not have the flattery of the past, but the unspeakable perseverance, which made Leosgros realize just now.

"So it was you from the beginning?"

"From the beginning." Focas replied calmly, and this made Leosgros smile helplessly.

He never expected that this humble boy in the Papadolos family was the most loyal, and a small person who was usually insignificant became the last straw that crushed him at this moment.