Eagle Flag of Epirus

　　 "Can't I come, Lord Fallon?" Justinian looked at each other in a condescending manner with a cold face, and this pressure made Zeodore Cephalon very uncomfortable. But the eccentric horror made this man unable to look directly at the young man's gaze.

　　 "Of course it doesn't mean that, Lord Justinian." Zeodore Cephalon said with difficulty. He has realized that he is now in the trap of the opponent, and he is afraid that he will not escape the blame this time.

　　 If it were normal, Zeodore Cephalon would certainly not be afraid of Justinian, but at this time Justinian from the three cities of Linke was enough to establish enough prestige, which made the man feel jealous.

　　Especially the red eagle flag held by the guard behind Justinian, reminding this young man that he is the master of this army all the time.

"That's good." Justinian nodded, and he slowly walked into Zeodoro Cephalon's barracks with his own guard, and as soon as he entered the barracks, he saw that they were all disabled. Italian foreign mercenaries, as cannon fodder without any support, stormed the fortress of Achaia and suffered heavy losses. Eleven of the upper and lower officers were killed in battle, and even the leaders of the mercenaries died on the battlefield. At this moment, the whole army was filled with grievances and sorrow.

　　 And when they saw Justinian's appearance, they immediately ran forward to ask their employer to be fair for them.

"Master Justinian, we have done our best, but this does not mean that our blood can be sprinkled at will like inferior beer. We hope you will give us an explanation." What Dorcefallon had done before and what they dared not to say were all told to the young man in front of him.

"Please rest assured, I will give you fairness, and there will never be any concessions in the care of the victims, but before that, I hope you can still maintain the loyalty and bravery before." Justinian calmly Seeing that the Italians who stopped in front of him solemnly made promises to the other side, but also demanded their allegiance, the envied and angry Italians were soothed.

　　 But such a move made Zeodore Cephalon even more uneasy, but Justinian still didn't seem to have any trouble, but followed him into the military account.

　　 "How is Karamai's situation now, Lord Fallon?"

　　 "The morale of the opponent is very high, and it seems that there is no meaning to give up resistance." Zeodore Cephalon replied truthfully, before repelling the attack of Italian mercenaries, Karamai's Achaean army has completely lost its previous timidity.

But Justinian didn’t take it to heart, saying: “After the wall is built, it is easy to be brave and easy. This is normal. More importantly, they are counting on the help of the surrounding reinforcements. This is the source of their confidence, and now they There is nothing left except a castle." Now that the Achaean army in the southern Peloponnese except Tripolis has been almost wiped out, and the rescue there will be at least ten days later, Karamena The little militia can't last so long at all.

"It's true that it looks like this now, Lord Justinian, it's not easy to just let them disarm and surrender like this." The Turks got Justinian's permission to plunder the Latins and have already smashed the Achaean army. The guts, this makes them more willing to resist desperately.

"You can rest assured of this, Lord Fallon, but next, if possible, will the command of this army be handed over to me now?" Justinian's seemingly understatement fell into Zeodo Cephalon's ears made the man's expression uncontrollable. He has been waiting for Justinian's words. Is the young man in front of him finally in a terrible mood? Zeodo Cephalon's eyes trembled slightly, and there was a hint of coldness on his body, but the same calm Justinian looked at the opponent's gaze as usual.

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　　 On the other side, in the city of Karamay, the Achaean army has also arrived at the news that the reinforcements have been wiped out, and the city is already desperate. Judging from the amount of information currently available, the number of Byzantine troops who attacked them this time may be as many as several thousand, and their combat strength is good. On the other hand, there are only five to six hundred people in the city of Karamay with the pioneering militia. , The combat effectiveness is simply unbearable.

　　 "How could this be?" Looking at all of this, Baptiste looked at the situation on the map where they had been surrounded and flanked, and understood that they had become a pile of corpses when the Tripolis defenders reacted.

　　 In this case, he was also helpless. No one thought it would be like this~www.wuxiaspot.com~The weak southern Peloponnese has become an undefended area.

"Then what shall we do now, Your Excellency Bastian, this is absolutely no way to go on." The other officers also knew that the previous siege was just a cover. They were completely lucky to repel the Italian mercenaries. They wanted to deal with an enemy several times their own. It's not practical at all, and now that they are under siege, they don't even have a chance to break through. They look at the Lord Sir who presides over the overall situation, hoping that he will make the final decision.

　　 At this moment, many people have already discussed surrender. This is not a sacred religious war. They are just fallen aristocrats who grab their wealth. What's more, even if they fought for their faith, didn't the Jerusalem defenders compromise with Saladin for survival? Many people prefer to negotiate with the Byzantines as peacefully as possible.

But there are also voices of opposition, "Your Excellency Bastian, I am firmly opposed to surrender. You have heard the news before. These Greeks have carried out cruel and blasphemous acts against several other castles. We would rather resist until the last drop of blood. Streamer!" The leaders of the militia and the priests are on the opponents side. They are very worried about the Byzantine reprisals. The residents of Kalamak also have hundreds of people. They advocate defending the city and waiting for the rescue of Tripolis.

But this seems to be unrealistic in Bastian's view, but the retaliatory behavior of the Byzantine army did make him hesitate. Now Karamai has become an island. How he should face such a deadly situation is up to him. The problem ahead.

At this moment, the sound of war drums from outside the city mobilized the fragile nerves of many negotiators. This was the prelude to the attack of the Byzantine army, and the warning bell of Karamai was about to ring. They all stood up, uneasy.

　　 Finally, did the Greek attack come?