Eagle Flag of Epirus

　　 "Count the casualties."

　　 After the last enemy fell, Justinian on the horse returned the sword in his hand to Salius.

"There were a total of 132 people, no one was killed, except for the boy Paulier, who fell off the horse and broke his arm in order to chase the fugitive enemy." Salius rolled his eyes, and this kind of trauma shouldn't have happened. of.

　　 After getting such a reply, Justinian nodded in satisfaction, relying on preemptive strikes, relying on the advantages of martial arts and equipment, the Moria heavy cavalry was almost devastating against these Serbian light soldiers. Some people were ordered to clean the battlefield, while others were waiting outside the burning castle-just relying on the gunpowder explosion just now was not enough to destroy all the enemies inside.

　　 But even so, the battle is set, and everyone is no longer nervous about the next finishing work.

　　 But at this moment, Salius quietly walked up to Justinian and presented him with something.

"this is?"

　　 "Something is wrong, my lord, look at this arrow." What Saliuus handed Justinian was the bow and arrow they had shot when they were talking in the castle.

　　 "What's wrong?" Justinian looked at Salius and asked.

"You see, this is a heavy arrow, and the people who attacked us this time used the Serbian light arrow or the Turkic Spike arrow. The only difference is this one." When Salius was fighting just now, An arrow of the enemy shot in a gap in his arm armor, which made him discover what was wrong.

　　 But what was strange to him was that Justinian seemed to smile and react strangely to such a big doubt.

"So?"

Looking at Justinian, although Saliuus hesitated, he still expressed his bold thoughts, “It’s not just this arrow, it’s shot at the wrong time, unless the person who attacked us tonight is A group of idiots, otherwise, would not do something like this. If this possibility is ruled out, then the arrow that we shot just now is not so much an attack, but rather a warning."

　　……

　　 "Boom—Boom—" The upper layer of the castle burned by the fire finally collapsed without being able to support it. With the bricks and rubble engulfed in flames and smashed down, in an instant, most of the soldiers of Agrinion, who were originally the city of sneakers, were killed or injured in the castle.

　　 was either crushed by a sudden explosion or crushed to pieces by the fallen stone wall. Even the survivors were immobile in the darkness, suffering from the heat of the flames.

　　 "Cough cough cough, company captain!" Several wounded soldiers who were barely able to move dug out the injured officer from the ruins, with blood on their faces.

　　 "What the **** is going on..." Still not recovering from the shock just now, the captain of the border defense company muttered to himself. Almost in an instant, he and his men were swallowed by fierce tongues of fire, as if they were on one side in a dream. This is completely different from what His Royal Highness Romanus told him before.

　　 The trembling of fear flooded the man who was supposed to be beaten with iron. With the support of the few subordinates around him, he staggered and barely escaped from the sea of ​​fire. But when the surviving Corfu company soldiers withdrew from the castle and prepared to reconcile with their companions outside, they were stunned by what happened before them.

　　The dead and wounded Serbian mercenary brigade corpses rested on each other, reappearing here like a sulfur **** under the light of the fire burning above the castle.

　　 "Company Captain..." The voices of the remaining soldiers also trembled, feeling helpless. At this moment, the only thing they could count on was their leader. However, desperate, they found that the calm leader of the past had long been lost.

　　 And just when they were at a loss for what to do, a voice suddenly sounded in the distance and reached everyone's ears, making them shudder subconsciously.

　　 "Now that everything is over, put down your weapons, there is no need to continue such unnecessary killings."

　　 With the voice full of boredom, a circle of cavalry was slowly spreading out on the dark wasteland. When the soldiers of the Corfu Company responded, they found that there was no way to go.

　　 "Now, you should have seen clearly who you were hunting tonight." Right away, Justinian calmly looked at the remaining defeated soldiers and said.

　　 At this time, the pale-faced border guard company commander came back to his senses. In the dim fire, he finally saw the face of the young man on the saddle and the flag behind him.

　　 On the red military flag, embroidered with a black fox hunting with teeth and claws.

　　 And what this black fox battle flag means here is self-evident.

　　 "You are Governor Justinian..." A wry smile appeared on the man's face. Moria's little fox has been known to everyone in Epirus for more than a year. Only a remnant army recovered the Peloponnese, which was invaded by the Latins, and even became famous in Thessaloniki and killed the Roman enemy Bonifac Memphis in the first battle of Thessaloniki. The Latins of Macedonia are in awe. Speaking of it, the island of Corfu he guarded was taken back by him and Prince Theodor together. It is not wrong to be so defeated in his hands. It's just that he was unwilling, and he and the brothers around him were completely killed by others and ended up like this.

"Master Justinian, since things have reached this point, there is nothing more to say. I am willing to bear all the consequences, and I will take care of you. I only hope that you can let go of my other brothers." He wiped his face dry. The blood and dust, the man staggered step by step to the center of the open space between the two sides, looking at Justinian and said.

But Justinian didn’t mean to kill the man in front of him. Instead, he slowly said, "Apart from these, do you have anything else to say? For example, the person behind you, I think you should have done something before. Didn't you know?"

　　 The man shook his head, "I am a son of Aguntoplay, who has been in the ranks for generations and has my own honor. I hope you can understand, Lord Justinian."

　　 "Boss!"

　　 "Stop talking about it!" As an honor passed down during the time of Emperor Ariksai I, men are unwilling to desecrate it.

　　 The soldiers on the side showed an eager look, and now it seems that their chief is ready to take the whole thing alone. The soldiers who had followed him for a long time naturally didn't want to see such a thing happen, but helplessly, this man's determined gaze had already shown that he was determined.

But at this moment, what everyone did not expect was that Justinian interrupted the dispute between the two sides and said: "Don't you think you don't know who the person behind you is? Well, since that person sent you such a person who has no support to come over and made it clear that he wants to use you as a scapegoat after everything is over. Even so, you have to die for him in vain? It's stupid!"

　　 The humming sound of the scream fell like raindrops, and Justinian continued to sneer without giving the other party the slightest affection:

"You think this is the so-called honor, absurd! It is just the act of a coward. Even if you are dead now, the humiliation suffered by your family and your army cannot be washed away with your blood. Not to mention that after this, even if I let go Because of your subordinates, some people will not let them go. Is this really what you want to see? For the so-called infighting for nothing, it is unclear whether it is really worth dying like these Serbs Is it? It seems that Grandpa Toplai is really completely rotten~www.ltnovel.com~ You have no awareness of guarding this country. Not only are you afraid of public fighting, you are even willing to be pawns in internal fighting."

　　 "Enough." The man with an expression of pain on his face yelled.

　　Such sarcasm, even Salius on the side felt very harsh, not to mention the dignified border guard officer in front of him. As the elite of the empire, after the Central Army’s corruption, they are the last line to protect the country. It can be said that every border guard has a sense of mission, even in the late Angelus dynasty, under the background of warlordization, they I still have the consciousness and sense of honor to dedicate myself to the country. But now everything is stripped clean by Justinian's ridicule-they have already become other private soldiers, like property, giving and asking, and even forgetting the purple glory...

Seeing that the other party finally felt ashamed, Justinian also took advantage of the trend to give the opponent the final blow of the psychological defense line, "Now you have two choices-or leave here and continue to be those meat-eaters. The guards of the hospital, or join me in retaking the city of Athens to perform your duties."

　　'S clear voice was deafening, echoing in the desolate wilderness. And under the dark night sky, the old castle swallowed by flames stands between the sky and the earth, like a sky-reaching tower made of burned red bricks. The bright fire can be seen even in the city of Athens a few miles away.

Looking at the red star beyond the black hole, the red star was shining brightly at this time. The young man in a white bear skin was leaning on the broken wall of the Acropolis, whispering to himself: "I have promised to do things. If you do, what will you do next, Lord Justinian..."