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"Count Senna, I will give you the three companies in my army, and you will be responsible for the southwest direction. The Serbian cavalry under my command will also be handed over to you to command and investigate the movements of the Greeks in the south. Once the Greek army comes over , Duke Maximilian’s army and I will immediately come to support and defeat them in one fell swoop."

In Alexander’s view, he is now the master of Moriah in the future, and both Maximilian and Senna are his vassals’ right-hand men in the future, so he has no doubts or hesitation, so much so that when Earl Senna’s eyes look He didn't notice anything when there was something strange passing by.

Baptiste, I have done what you asked me to do. As for what will happen next, I will not intervene anymore. As for whether that Moriah's little fox is really worthy of my allegiance, let's use facts to speak!

Count Senna said silently in his heart that this was a bet between him and his old friend Sir Baptiste. If Justinian could really defeat all the Latin troops on Moriah, then he would be like Baptiste. Choose to be loyal to Justinian.

And this time, they are given the opportunity to bet. The tens of thousands of elite troops are all the essence of the Fourth Crusade, plus the nomadic cavalry from the north and the cannon fodder from the local Greek conscription. Alexander's hands are full. It holds a huge army of nearly 30,000 people. At best, the army that Justinian can conscript is no more than a few thousand people. With a gap of several times, Count Senna couldn't help wondering, is it possible that the little fox really felt that he could overcome such a large power gap in one fell swoop?

Thinking of this, Earl Senna couldn't help feeling a little bit unsure, and couldn't help but laugh at himself why he wanted to join the Crusades in the first place...

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In the early morning of the next day, when the sun rose, Argos City did not have a trace of the beauty of the morning, but a dead silence.

The garrison led by the Carrod Race did not sleep almost overnight. After the fierce battle, they were left with less than 300 people. In addition to fear of night attacks by the enemy, their own pain also made them unable to sleep. But what makes them strange is that at first light, the enemy did not attack again, but was simply siege. Looking into the distance from the inner city wall, Carrodsey showed a confused look on his face-what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd...

The next day, the defenders who had already done a decisive battle against the Latins suddenly realized that the enemy outside the city had no desire to attack at all. Occasionally, a small group of enemies try to attack, but it does not appear to be attacking the city but harassing. This made the defenders of Argos completely confused-at first they thought that the opponent wanted to paralyze them and then took the opportunity to surprise them, but things didn't seem to be the case.

"Hey, it seems that the Latin is hurt by us, boss!" The old John who sat on the ground haha ​​laughed. They didn't have a serious battle that day, and the enemy retreated with just a few casualties. Obviously no It means to attack the city with all its strength. Naturally, the defenders in the city would not consume their energy in vain, so everyone chose to take turns to garrison, staying on guard while resting. But having said that, after the high-intensity alert was temporarily lifted, most people showed a slight slack. Although they are still besieged, at least they are not worried about their lives now.

At this moment, only Carrodsay still frowned and did not rest, even though he hadn't closed his eyes for the whole night, on the contrary he seemed to be thinking hard about something.

What are these Latins doing?

With a big question mark in his heart, Carrods never believed what it was that they hurt the Latins before. That loss is not worth mentioning to this huge enemy army in front of him. The outer city has been breached, and as long as the Latins are willing to pay some unimportant cannon fodder casualties, they can conquer the empty Nafplion here.

Why did the Latin do this? Suddenly a terrible thought flicked through Carrodsay's mind, making his body tremble.

"Old...Boss, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing that Carrodsai's face suddenly became so pale, the surrounding subordinates suddenly panicked and wondered if he had caused some sickness, so he asked worriedly.

But Carrodsay ignored the soldiers around him, and murmured to himself: "I understand, I finally understand, why the Latins are not attacking the city and besieging us here."

understood? What do you understand?

The bewildered soldier hadn't figured out what was going on at all-just listened to Carrodsai's continued low voice.

"The Latins didn't want to wipe us out completely, they just used us as bait, and wanted to fall into the trap when Lord Justinian came to rescue us!"

Everything is connected~www.ltnovel.com~ Carrods, who realized that something is wrong, screamed.

"You have to tell Master Justinian that this is a trap!" Carrodsay suddenly stood up and went straight to the coat and equipment he placed on the wall. He was going to drive out of the city by himself, but he was given him by the men around him. Stopped.

"Boss, are you crazy! Now there are all enemies outside. You can't rush out of the encirclement by yourself. This is simply going to die!" John on the side kept Carrodsey's waist and said.

"But you can't just watch Master Justinian just enter the trap set by the enemy like this!" Regardless of the people under his hand, Carrodsai still wants to go out to deliver the letter.

But at this moment, the old John who had been blocking him suddenly loosened his arm and slammed a punch on Carrodsai’s face, shouting: "You are sober! Now you can't deliver the letter even if you go out." Arrived."

"Even if there is a glimmer of hope..."

"There is no hope." Old John held his forehead. He didn't expect that his boss would have no sense or common sense when he used his emotions. Ten thousand people would have no way of seeing the side, let alone tens of thousands of enemy troops, let him go. Going out is to send him to death.

"It's not that bad now." Old John stretched out his hand to pull Carrodsell, who was knocked to the ground by himself, and said calmly: "I have said before, Mystras has a high probability of giving up on us. All Justinian...Whether the adults will enter the trap of the Latins is a question mark in itself. Secondly, even if it is really what you imagined, I don’t think that Lord Justinian will be okay. Since it is Moria Little fox, besides the real lion and pack of wolves, how can the other Xiaoxiao be able to bear him?"