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The huge body of the black warrior crashed to the ground, and such an astonishing scene appeared that even the surrounding Epirus soldiers backed away in fear, watching the Albanian mountain people pick up the two-handed sword of the slain warrior and stand on the battlefield. People dare to step forward.

But Bogdani's killing of the black warrior did not have any impact on the situation of the battle. When he stood on the opponent's body, he saw the army of Epirus rushing forward continuously, as if these enemies would never be able to kill. It's the same.

Damn it! Hasn't the cunning boy at the foot of the mountain yet?

Seeing that his fighters were exhausted and would be overwhelmed by the enemy if they continued like this, Bogdani couldn't help but become impatient at this time. Just listen to the drums in the distance getting closer and closer. It was the war drums of the Epirus army, and it was obvious that another army had joined the battlefield. Seeing the enemies in the river bay flooding themselves like a tide, the Albanian men couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in their hearts. Is it possible that they will be used as cannon fodder again this time?

Just as the fragile line of defense formed by the mountain people was about to collapse, a long bugle sounded in the distance.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu-the sound of the **** crowd's ears, deep and powerful, and the murderous atmosphere filled it like such a winter environment, it makes people feel cold. This is the sound of a horn that has never been heard before, and the people fighting in the river bend are subconsciously stunned, but soon the Albanian’s face showed joy, once again resumed the fighting spirit in his hand, clenched the weapon in his hand and slashed. The enemy in front of you. Because they knew that the reinforcements behind them had finally arrived.

On the other hand, the stunned Epirus people did not expect that the barbarians who were about to be defeated would have regained their vitality. They were caught off guard, and immediately died and wounded. Just as the pioneer of Epirus stabilized his position and prepared to counterattack again, immediately afterwards, the rear of his army also suddenly sounded a horn, but it was not an attack but a sudden Mingjin retreat. At this juncture, the Epirus people couldn't believe that His Royal Highness Nicholas who was in charge of the rear commanded them to retreat.

Unwilling to reconcile, the Epirus people can only choose to abandon the position they have seized halfway through. Nicholas, who was watching this scene from a distance, didn't feel the same, but he had no choice.

In its own northeast, an army that has already assembled has completed the encirclement of the Reed Dang position with great momentum. The other party blatantly blew the horn and beat the drums to warn him that if the offensive continues, the remaining Albanians can be wiped out to relieve their hatred, but the forward troops sent will really get in.

Nicholas had no choice but to order to retreat and give up the offensive. On the one hand, he ordered the reserve team to fill the vacancy immediately to prevent his opponent from pursuing victory. On both sides of the road, the archers of Epirus sprinkled a shower of arrows, and the Albanian mountain people who had started running fast to chase the enemy had to choose to retreat. After all, the rain of arrows that greeted them like hail was not something they could endure. After achieving his goal, Bogdani accepted it when he saw it, and ordered the soldiers of the bluestone hills, rock, mud sand, and stalactites to stop chasing.

"Stop, warriors on the mountain, it's not worth swaying your blood in pursuit of the head of the coward."

Looking at the retreating enemy, the Albanians who ended the battle stood on the battlefield like a survivor. Everyone was soaked in blood from head to toe, and there was almost no good place from head to toe, even Bogda. The chain mail on Ni's body had been split several times during the battle, and the quenched battle axe in his hand had its edges rolled. Some people knelt on the ground and threw themselves down on the bodies of their compatriots who died in the war and wept loudly. Some people relied on each other for the surviving of friends, while more people wandered in place like walking corpses.

Even Bogdani looked around at the battlefield around him and felt nauseous. All the battles they participated in serving the nobles more than ten years ago were not as **** as this time. It is hard to imagine that this war is far from over at this time. .

When Justinian led Moria's new army to be assembled late, Bogdani, who was covered in blood, stepped forward and cursed without saying a word.

"The hypocritical mountain fox! Didn't you say that you would come to support us in time?! Why didn't it arrive until now!"

The Albanian warrior commander, trembling with rage, rushed up. If there were not many soldiers standing in front of Justinian, he would not hesitate to throw his axe at the opponent and let him taste the bloodshed.

Sure enough, the people at the bottom of the mountain were all stunned. See how many of them there are, Bogdani thought. It is clear that Justinian has so many troops. If they arrived in time, they wouldn't be able to fight as hard as before. Before the battle ~www.ltnovel.com~ Justinian also vowed to say that they only need to resist temporarily for a while, and now Bogdani thinks of it even more furious.

Seeing everything in front of him, Justinian's face was very calm. He had already expected this result, and knew that the other party would ask himself to ask questions.

The blood on the Albanian’s axe rose and fell on Justinian, but he was not angry at the other party’s rudeness. Instead, he held back the soldiers around him and explained in a leisurely manner: "This is my negligence. I express my apologies to you, Bogdani. At the same time, I also express my condolences for the soldiers who died in the bluestone hills. The stalactites, rock and mud tribes. For their sacrifice today, Justinian, the son of the chief under the mountain Keep it in your heart and never forget."

"Do you think we will still believe the half of the word that you people down the mountain spit out?" Bogdani sneered. He completely lost his trust in Justinian.

But the next words of Justinian moved him and the Albanian mountain people behind him.

"What you have done is more than eloquence. I know that there is no proof, Lord Bogdani. Warriors of the mountain tribes, please listen to me. Your performance today is respectable and the sacrifices you have made I am moved by it. Since the battle you should fight is over, the place you should guard has been kept, and justice should be preserved for you. Don’t worry, leave everything to me, the son of Chief Yamashita. Justinian will do what he says, and I will prove it all with blood and sword." After speaking, Justinian drew out the saber around his waist, grasped the sword with his other hand and pulled it hard, only to see the sharpness. His blade scratched his palm and the blood fell on the ground. Justinian clenched his fist and stretched out to Bogdani and the other Albanian mountain people present, making a blood oath in this way.