Eagle Flag of Epirus

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"Kill out! Kill out!"

No matter how Renier roared, he and his knights were exhausted and unable to break through the encirclement of Greek soldiers. At this time, the Greeks were also blushing. Even if someone's shoulder blades were pierced by a spear, the soldier who gritted his teeth abruptly grabbed the spear and pulled the knight off the horse. After a while, with the wailing of the horses being stabbed over, the resistance of the last Latins on the streets of Philpopolis disappeared without a trace, just like the early spring bank of the Strymon River outside the city. The pieces of ice floes in the water.

Standing on the top of the city, Baptiste silently watched what had happened, and at this time the white light gradually exposed from the East attracted his attention. The morning was coming, and the **** night and the fog were about to end. But this almost destroyed town is already a sea of ​​dead mountains and blood, and the sobbing of a few crows can't wake the sleeping people.

"You are a lunatic!" Arslan's voice came from behind Baptiste. As the direct commander, the blood-soaked Turkic young man in Zheng's robe looked at the back of the Latin in front of him, but his eyes were not as cold and suspicious as before. All this had to change Arslan's view of Baptiste.

"Thousands of old, weak, sick and handicapped people have carried out such a military adventure, even if it was the first time for me to go crazy like this! If it were not for the internal response of the previous city and the night attack, hundreds of Latin soldiers in the city would definitely be enough to defeat We." Arslan now has lingering fears in retrospect. It can be said that it was a fluke to wipe out this Latin army. It's just that the only thing he can't understand now is the purpose of this Latin man in front of him. The Latin man who had been standing still and even clashed with him took the initiative this time, even pretending to be coerced to hand over all command to himself. Arslan really didn't understand the other party's intention to do so, even if he took Phil Poples, what meaning would it have for their current situation?

"Isn't this what you have been asking for, I just asked you to do what you wanted to do before." Baptiste did not turn around, still standing on the top of the city looking at the rising sun.

But Arslan was reluctant, wiped off the dry blood stains on his face and asked: "So many people have died just for a broken city that these untrained villagers can't defend? It's not like that. Your style. Since you want me to help you, don't stray around with me. I don't have the temperament of Master Justinian."

"Oh, that's why Lord Justinian wanted to recruit me into his subordinates." Baptiste, who was questioned, raised his forehead and turned to look at Arslan behind him and asked two questions in a row.

"Do you know who the real enemy we are facing now? Do you know what is the most important thing now?"

"That goes to say, of course it is the Latins! The most important thing is naturally to kill them." Arslan replied without hesitation, but was immediately interrupted by Baptiste's **** in front of him.

"You are wrong, it was never them. What we really want to watch out for are the two eagles of Agrinion and Rousnina, and the nobles at the ends of the rats in the city. They are holding the fox in their mouths. Fatty has long been coveted, but it’s just that there has been no chance to start. But now it’s different. When the news of Queen Odosia reaches their ears, Thessaloniki is bound to become a thorn in their eyes, and is at stake. . That’s why I decided to do this."

"Do this?" Arslan was still a little confused. In this case, what does it have to do with the Latins.

But Baptiste picked up the scorched branches on the ground unhurriedly, and drew a map on the slate ground with scorched ashes, saying: "Phil Poples has been Rome for hundreds of years. Defending the important town of the barbarians north of the Danube, Henry of Flanders ordered someone to seize this place after Boniface’s death for the safety of Constantinople, but now if he knows a group of thousands of people His army will conquer here at any cost. If you were him, what would you think?"

Baptiste said in a meaningful way, and even the blunt person of these words suddenly became clear at this moment. Looking at the confrontation of the situation on the map, Arslan, who suddenly woke up, was also soaked in cold sweat. When the news of the fall of Phil Poples reached Constantinople, the first reaction of the Latin Crusades would only be that the Greeks counterattacked again. The strength of thousands of people, even if it is a mob, the other party will inevitably weigh it, and will never sit back and watch.

"You mean to say..."

"Drag the Flemish people into this quagmire too-in this way, the younger generation of Dukas will inevitably throw a rat, and similarly, the Latins dare not act rashly. This will buy us more time to wait The reinforcements of Lord Steinney are here."

"But you guys who did this don't seem to have discussed with the emperor before, right?" Arslan, who finally reacted, couldn't help sinking into contemplation, looking at the corpses piled up on the floor. These refugees who had lost their homes are paying the price of their lives in order to regain everything that belongs to them, but the result is nothing but smoke prepared for Baptiste's series of plans. If they know the truth, they don’t know how to accept this cruel reality~www.ltnovel.com~ But Baptiste said coldly: "This is a necessary sacrifice, and it is also a reality. Thessaloniki does not have so many rations to feed. They, even if they refuse, will still be expelled from the city by the nobles in the end, letting them fend for themselves, and now this result is the best ending. Our Royal Highness still does not understand that this war is all we have People have reached the point where you live and die, and there must be no more pity at such a juncture. Moreover, the death of these Slavic mountain people is not meaningless. After everything is over here, it is enough to temporarily shut the **** of Thessaloniki. On their mouths."

After speaking without any emotion, Baptiste cast his gaze to the far east again, and at this time the sun had completely crossed the top of the mountain, shining on this silent town with only a few sounds. The crow cries hovered above their heads as if imperceptibly.

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