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"Nowadays, the whole situation in Moriah can be said to be worse than a year ago. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't wade into this muddy water at all. But the shame is at the forefront. If it fails this time, I am It’s impossible to advance and retreat with you. The big deal is to give up Nafplio, this is the worst plan I can do.” Laid out the shabby sheepskin map, Baron Pierre said, and the map clearly marked it. Now the various forces in the Peloponnese.

"Oh? I didn't expect you to be prepared." Justinian, who was a little surprised, looked at the map in front of him and whispered softly, and the information on the map was exactly what he needed at this time. He has only been away for a few months, but as Pierre said, the situation has changed drastically.

"This is nature. Unlike you, Nafplio is the only place for us to shelter. Naturally, we must be careful. Since you left, the Moria nobles who are dissatisfied with you have to accept you. The punishment of confiscating the military area's real estate, but many people have always held a grudge against it, even cooperating with the Latins." Pierre said as he pointed out the locations of several castles on the map.

"So it was them!"

It was precisely the territory of the nobles who had colluded with Leos Grace before, and it seemed that these guys had not learned the lesson before. The sneer Justinian was not surprised, and then listened to Pierre.

"It turns out that the French nobles of the Marquis of Achaia are a bit more honest in comparison. Despite the friction on the border, they have always maintained restraint. It must be the young Marquis Charlie who cared about your rescue. , It’s just that this situation may not last long. After all—"

"After all, the problem is not in Corinth, but in Athens, or more precisely in Agrinon, further north." Before Baron Pierre finished speaking, Justinian spoke lightly. In the Battle of Athens more than a year ago, he led Moria's new army to severely injure the Latin nobles, so that they finally had to humiliate and surrender, and even the indomitable Duke of Athens died in his hands. Naturally, this deep hatred cannot be eliminated by time-but Justinian believes that there must be another important driving force behind this, that is, Prince Theodor of Agrinon. Because after the collapse of the Principality of Athens, it was the man whom the Germanic nobles chose to be loyal to.

In this regard, Justinian had actually been mentally prepared. The showdown between him and the Dukas family was just a matter of time, but both sides had their own reasons to vote for the rat. While Justinian was thinking about it, Baron Pierre's next words made him, who had been calm, stopped for a while.

"Agriñon? I don’t know if that is the case. But it’s because of your old friend, Bo, the King of Thessaloniki, who was killed by you, that Germans muster the courage to challenge you. Dennister, nephew of Nephas."

"Is it him?" The slightly discolored Justinian's expression sank. Even though he was a acquaintance on the battlefield, this Dennister still impressed him deeply. In the next battle of Thessaloniki, he could have wiped out the Latin army, but was organized by the opponent to resist in time. Although in the end Justinian forced them to abandon Thessaloniki by virtue of absolute superiority, this Dennist was by no means an ordinary opponent in Justinian's eyes.

Pierre nodded, "Yes, although he lost his country, but nominally he died as the heir to the king of Thessaloniki, the overlord of Achaia and Athens. Therefore, as soon as Dennister arrived in Athens He was promoted as a king and duke of Athens. This is your greatest threat. What will you do next, Lord Justinian?"

About to move the Principality of Athens, the vacillating Achaia, and the nobles of Moriah who harbored evil intentions, these three forces colluded with each other and moved the whole body together, which has to be said to be extremely tricky. Justinian's palm was oozing sweat at this moment, staring at the map in front of him. By his side, the Italian man was also watching the young man silently waiting for his response.

This is the final agreement they reached-Pierre will fully support Justinian in this war, and Justinian will honor his promise afterwards, but the premise of everything is Justinian. Ni must explain to Pierre the plan for the first step.

This is my last bottom line, Justinian. I can not interfere the whole process, but I can't do it like a gambler to put all my wealth and life on my mind. Tell me what do you want to do in the face of such a dilemma?

Looking at Justinian faintly, Baron Pierre thought. For some reason, at this moment he hoped that Justinian could not give him a satisfactory answer, but he also hoped that the other party could give him an answer calmly.

Suddenly, there was only the breathing of the two of them in the room, other than that, it was quiet. But this silence only lasted for a while--

Justinian, who had regained his calmness before, replied calmly: "It's very simple. Since the other party has not moved until now, it means that there must be some reason for them to postpone the plan. Then the best way is to do it. It is to break their deployment and take the initiative to attack ~www.ltnovel.com~ so that they have to act with a flawed plan, and this can give me a chance."

Justinian made a bold decision. It was not that Infant City stood still and waited for the rebels to attack, but led the inferior forces to take the initiative to attack. It seemed to others to be crazy, but to Pierre it was the only feasible solution. He had already hinted at Justinian in the demonstration of the map sand table just now, and Justinian also saw one thing, that is, the rebel force is not monolithic, and the preparation is not sufficient.

"So what do you want to do?" Pierre asked.

"First take down the Moria noble castle, which is conspiring, completely eliminate potential threats, so as to deter Achaia and isolate the Latins in Athens. Then concentrate all power to give them a final blow." Justinian The short knife that pulled out the waist protection and plunged into the map on the table, his eyes showed a chilling sharpness.

Looking at the other person's eyes, Baron Pierre couldn't help but shudder, and then he looked at the map on the table.

"This is indeed feasible, but it is probably not a small problem to solve these castles first. In your absence for a few months, the nobles have repaired their fortresses, and if they are prepared, there is no problem with hundreds of people holding on to them. You Are you sure you want to do this?" the slightly hesitant man looked at Justinian and asked. Since you want to fight, surprise is the key, and the victory or defeat lies in the advantage of the time difference. However, Justinian chose to attack the fortress, and once it reached a deadlock, it would inevitably fall into a great passivity.

Just when he felt that the plan was improper, Justinian's words slowly sounded in Pierre's ear.

"Who said I was going to storm the castle? I remember that the whole sale of Moria's food seemed to have always been yours, didn't it?"