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The Selmium aristocrats who were vying for the first place can no longer control much at this moment. They just want to leave this **** place. When they think that they were chasing the southern aristocrats madly before, and now they have fallen to this point, they are also panicked.

Although he was puzzled by the vadarutai cavalry's inexplicable move to make way out, but now these nobles can't take care of a lot, and all they think in their hearts is that as long as they survive, they can make a comeback in the future.

Ever since, desperately they rushed there, seemingly not worried that it was a trap that had been prepared for a long time.

But in fact, these nobles knew that this might have been deliberate by the opposite party, but at this moment they had no choice. It's like a drowning person, even if there is a straw in front of them, they will firmly grasp it. What's more, these people actually have a hint of luck deep in their hearts, that is, maybe they can sacrifice others to become a fish that slips through the net.

Therefore, many northern nobles followed the crowd and rushed to the last way out with the defeated soldiers.

However, what everyone did not expect was that the Selmiums who fled disorderly along the way did not encounter the chasing and harassment of the Vadarutai cavalry on both sides, so they let themselves watch the northern aristocratic army safely. Evacuate the battlefield.

In the rear, the southern army that had just pursued it had no time to stop it, and could only watch the opportunity to completely eliminate the northern army this time was lost.

"What are the Vadaritais doing? Why don't they stop the Yankees!"

"Damn it, just a little bit we can catch up. They did it on purpose."

The furious noble Paladonnaon roared loudly behind, but no one paid any attention. And when they wanted to find Justinian who commanded the Vadaritai cavalry, they found that at some point the young Greek had disappeared. People all sighed for it. Without the advantage of the Vadarutai people coming and going like wind, it is obvious that there will be no more results if you continue to pursue them.

The heart is full of anxiety, but these Bulgarian nobles can only accept this fact. After all, they understand that these Vadarutai people had a deep feast with themselves, and at this time they did not dare to tear their skin too much.

But only at this time, riding on the horse watching the Thelmium nobles safely withdraw from the battlefield, the expression on Earl Connaughtin's face seemed very calm, and there was no accident or regret. The man seemed to have guessed something, the corners of his mouth raised slightly at this time, but he didn't say anything.

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On the other side, Justinian, who had disappeared before, was now leading Arslan and hundreds of Turkic cavalry with his entourage to appear outside the mountain pass where the Selmium nobles retreated, hiding in the bushes. In the middle, watching the other side's embarrassed look of embarrassment at this moment with cold eyes.

I saw most of the casualties of the Northern Army, which lost their helmets and unarmed, and fled and surrendered countless. After such a fiasco, even if the Selmium nobles were completely wiped out without the main force, they would be severely injured. I can't make any waves anymore.

However, at this moment beside Justinian, Arslan looked at Justinian very puzzled and asked, "Master Justinian, why did you let them go like this? Didn’t it take the opportunity to do it once and for all? Is it better for them to eliminate?"

"Is it better? That's just the case for the Bolgars, and if I really kill these guys in front of me, it will only be the Paladonnaon people, not me, once and for all. This is the fire for others." I don't want to take the millet." Justinian stretched lazily and looked at everything below with interest.

"Whether it is Bulgaria controlled by Ivan Assen or Bulgaria controlled by Boriel Assen, Bulgaria that is divided or even annexed is the good Bulgaria for the empire. Connaughtin thought he could borrow a knife from me to kill people with a fake hand, but how could I be? Let him get what he wants?" Justinian sneered. Of course he saw that the man he was working with was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he naturally had his own way of finding a good escape.

"Then what are we doing here now?" Since it wasn't here to chase down the roots, Arslan couldn't help wondering why Justinian came here at a potential risk, as if he was waiting for something.

And Justinian shrugged and said: "Arslan, we just need to wait now. The honeypot does not need to search for the hive by itself, just wait for the hummingbird to guide itself."

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Although these northern aristocrats have been greatly injured, they are enough to give Bulgaria a headache for a while after returning to the northern lair. And this period will undoubtedly buy time for him to gain a foothold in Macedonia next.

Although the victory and defeat of this civil war seems to have been announced, Bolier Assen will also ascend to the throne as he wished, but it is not so easy to sit securely. How can the northern nobles and Ivan Assen completely miss the throne of victory? It is conceivable what will be waiting for these losers in the power struggle. After all, Bulgaria has inherited the Byzantine Empire’s fine traditions of infighting.

Just as he said, there was a commotion among the Bulgarian army below. It turned out that there was a dispute among the Bolgars themselves.

Now this group of dejected nobles is no longer the unbreakable alliance before. I saw that the contradictions between the nobles also became prominent because of this defeat, and they blamed each other for their own excuses. As if the previous fiasco seemed to be gone, in the end, these nobles unanimously transferred all their grievances to one person, that is, Ivan Assen, who was still respected by them as their master.

"This cowardly coward left us like this and escaped. Saint Cyril is on the top. Even if I die, I will continue to curse him in the grave."

"We shouldn't believe that kid, it's all because of his fascination that we plunged into the Southerner's trap."

"Yes, this time we completely lost, we lost cleanly. Damn!"

"I wish he was dead...or else our trouble would be serious."

"I can only say that I hope so, but the point is that we didn't even notice where he went before!"

The roaring nobles can hardly control themselves, they can only curse and hate hysterically, and push all these responsibilities onto Ivan Asen, and they can hardly wait for his corpse to be broken into pieces.

This ironic scene naturally fell into Justinian's eyes, but it was also seen by Ivan Assen, who was dressed in disguise and hidden in the dark.

At this moment, the young grand prince snorted coldly in his heart. He already knew what the virtues of these nobles were. But this is nothing strange. After all, they were using each other, there is nothing wrong with it.

However, it is obviously not very realistic to rely on them to make a comeback, and now that they are out of danger, they can almost leave here.

Ivan made up his mind. Although pretending to be a soldier, he was still a little unsafe. For the sake of safety, he immediately pretended to accept and left the marching team halfway through. Naturally, he was not noticed by other soldiers, after all. It is very common for the defeated troops to run away. But Ivan Asen did not realize that he had a pair of eyes staring at him at this moment.

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When Ivan Assen finally left the army and crossed a mountain and embarked on an uninhabited road, he was finally able to remove his camouflage with confidence. After all, the soldier’s clothes were too eye-catching for the next way. Once he is noticed by others, then he will probably face a deadly place.

But just when he thought that everything was over, the sound of horseshoes suddenly came from behind him, causing the heart of Ivan, who had breathed a sigh, to raise his throat.

At this moment, a gloomy laughter came from behind and got into people's ears.

"Hey, where are you going, Your Highness Ivan?"

"Burtonystein, it was you!" Recognizing this voice immediately, the calm and natural Ivan Assen turned and looked at the Burgas Count who was now appearing behind him coldly. However, his apparent calmness is actually hard to conceal the shock and tension in his heart. He never expected to meet this double-faced person here. There is nothing worse than this! Because there is nothing more fearful than a capricious poisonous snake. Obviously, the other party seems to have discovered that he has been chasing quietly all the way. Naturally, it is a bad one.

At this moment, Count Bultonistein slowly spread out with two or three hundred cavalry behind him to surround Ivan Asen, leaving him no way to escape this time, but the man's face was still unfolding. The disgusting hypocritical smile said:

"His Royal Highness, where are you going! I wonder if it is too dangerous to be alone. So after thinking about it, I personally led the team to protect Your Highness. You are frightened."

But at this time, Ivan Asen was already too lazy to make false claims with the other party. Before the other party had finished speaking, he interrupted and said:

"Forget it, Bourtoni, I know your story better than anyone else. Don't play with me at this time. What do you want to do? I'm not in the mood to waste time with you here. . Now remove all of your people, don’t forget that I am still your lord now. And as my vassal, do you want to disobey my orders?"

He said something unceremoniously, but it was of no use to Count Bultoni. The man still maintained his iconic calmness, waved his hand and said: "The oath of allegiance I have said is to follow the Bulgarian tsar, your majesty, do you still think you are the same person as you before?" After he finished speaking, several soldiers rushed up and restrained the unarmed Ivan Asen from moving.

Furious, Ivan was eager to break free, but was reported by a few awkward soldiers that he could not straighten his waist with the pain of old fists.

"You, Bourtoni"

"Hush! Your Majesty, I advise you to keep talking less. This is good for everyone. You can suffer a little bit less, and I can send you to His Royal Highness Baolier. After all, you shouldn't want to show up with a swollen nose and embarrassment In front of your opponent!"

Bourtonistan smiled slightly as he watched Ivan's attempt to struggle. After all, he was still a young man. Although he was talented far better than Bolier Assen and even surpassed Czaroyan, he was still young and vigorous. He had spotted Ivan Asen before, but he had been following all the way quietly. Bultoni set up ambushes on the way the opponent might go, and he personally led a team of people around the rugged terrain to wait in advance and finally waited for Iraq to arrive. Van Asen, how could he let him go.

However, as soon as Bourtonistein's words were finished, Ivan Assen, who was still in pain, suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha..."

"His Royal Highness, what are you laughing at?" Seeing the young man in front of him was inexplicably laughing at himself, although he was clearly in control of the situation ~www.ltnovel.com~ but it made Count Bultoni feel very upset, he asked immediately.

At this moment, Ivan Assen also stopped laughing, and said contemptuously: "Of course I am laughing at your stupidity and incompetence. People like you can actually be counts. They are really part of the kingdom. A joke. Do you really think you can get away with it by sending me over? What a joke, a bat like you with a double-handed rudder is destined to be spurned by everyone. Even if you take me back If you want to redeem your merits, that idiot Bolier can let you go, and the other Paradonnaon will let you go. I am afraid that the man Connaughtin will kick you away without hesitation. Use your Burgas to appease other nobles. It's ridiculous that you are lucky enough to make people laugh."

After speaking, Ivan Asen laughed again, and his actions undoubtedly moved to the place where Count Bultoni was most worried. In fact, he was not sure whether he could rely on surrendering Ivan Asen in exchange for avoiding being liquidated, but Now he heard what Ivan said in front of him, and his heart was cold. But the moment of hesitation in his heart was quickly thrown aside by him shaking his head. Now he has no choice. The badly injured northern nobles can hardly reverse their failure. At this time, it is really stupid to bet on Ivan Asen. .

He only listened to Bourtonistein sneered, and cried out: "You don't want to come here to play me, do you think I will let you go after hearing your empty teeth? Wishful thinking!"

As soon as the man had finished speaking, a strange and young voice suddenly rang from behind him.

"Fool, what he said to you just now is not fooling you."