Eagle Flag of Epirus

"Master Baptiste, be careful!" The exclaimed Latin didn't expect this scene to happen at all, and Justinian's actions seemed incredible to them.

However, it was not difficult for Justinian, who was an assassin on the battlefield of Assassin. He jumped out of the ambush ring when he fell and saw Batis covered by the battle flag thrown in his hand. Te's sight, he had no time to defend himself and was put in his throat by the dagger in Justinian's hand.

"It's been a long time, Sir Baptiste! I didn't expect that we would meet in this way again." Justinian, who recognized each other at a glance, said jokingly, although some time has passed, but yes This little Latin aristocrat who had negotiated with him, he still had an impression.

"Unexpectedly, you can still remember it. It's an honor, Lord Justinian." Although his life was hanging by Justinian's thoughts, Baptiste still remained calm, and the other people around him at the moment. Seeing this scene, I was so afraid that I didn't dare to act rashly.

"My memory has always been good. If I remember correctly, this time the commander of this army should be your lord-the Viscount Senna!" Seeing his appearance, Justinian was also at this time. Presumably, when Baptiste tried to threaten in the previous negotiations, he had some impressions. And looking at the subtle reaction of the other person's expression, it is indeed true.

Upon seeing this, Baptiste did not deny anything at this moment, nodded and replied: "You guessed it right, it is true! Although I had previously believed that I could stop you and your army, I have to admit that yours The power far exceeded our expectations. Even though I was cautious, in the end I was unable to persuade Master Na to fall into the trap you preset."

"So it seems that you are really unlucky!" Justinian looked at the other side with a sarcasm and smiled, while his back was facing the sharp spear behind him, he was still calm.

"Perhaps! But this does not mean that luck will always look after you." Although Baptiste is subject to Justinian, he does not mean to give in in words.

But Justinian didn’t care about it. Instead, he put away his previous look, and said in a leisurely manner: “Everything is over, and resistance will only increase casualties in vain. As long as you lay down your weapons and hand over Argos, I can guarantee the safety of all of you with my reputation. Just like in Methoni, Your Excellency Baptiste, you should know that I can do what I say."

However, Baptiste showed a sneer on his face and directly rejected Justinian, "I wonder how confident you are to say this. Now although my life and death are in your hands, you don’t want to Forget that you are surrounded by us at this moment. Your Excellency will never still understand our intention to bring you here!"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole atmosphere suddenly became tense, and I saw the surrounding Achaean soldiers clenching their weapons tightly and staring at Justinian. Although they did not dare to act rashly, they were intent on killing. It is exposed in everyone's body. After all, it was the little boy in front of them that made them look like bereaved bereaved dogs now.

But to Baptiste's surprise, Justinian smiled at this moment.

"Hahahaha—"

And this laughter undoubtedly stirred everyone's nervous nerves, and Sir Baptiste couldn't help but become impatient and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at your own cleverness. Of course, I understand your intention to bring me over to set up an ambush, but you don't really think that my appearance is deliberately giving you a chance?" Justinian said with a sneer. Suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the direction not far away. At this time, Nevsky, who had seen Justinian disappearing in the center of his vision with the flag in his hand, was anxiously approaching here with the Varangi Guard. On the other side, the Leo garrison led by the mounted cavalry also noticed something wrong Also approached. The defeated Achaean army could not stop their approach at all. Everything turned out to be just as Justinian had expected. Using themselves as bait, the Latins finally couldn't resist the temptation and showed themselves. And Nevsky and Leo, who were concerned about his safety, responded without any hesitation, as expected.

But Baptiste, who was aware of this at this time, finally understood Justinian’s intentions, and looked at the young man with incredible eyes and muttered: "You are such a lunatic. The winning or losing of a war is a bet!" This is almost a little bit. Justinian is a little bit different just now, I am afraid that the current situation of the two sides will be completely reversed.

But Justinian tilted his head slightly and chuckled softly: "Because I have this confidence that I can succeed, that's all-I think if I didn't guess wrong, I have never seen the one now. Senna Pavilion should be around here!" After that, those blue eyes scanned the surrounding people with a deep and intimidating gaze. The invisible pressure suddenly made all the Latins breathless~www .wuxiaspot.com~ That kind of mature eyes shouldn't be what this fledgling kid should have. Everyone's heart can't help but chuckle.

But Baptiste is still unwilling to catch it with his hands. "Whatever can be done like this, now it's just me in your hands, let us leave here, otherwise the big deal will die!" He threatened desperately, but it was him. It was Justinian who was facing, which did not scare him.

Ignoring Sir Baptiste in front of him, Justinian looked at the crowd behind him and shouted:

"Viscount Senna, is it really good to have no sense of honor as a nobleman like a coward? I think you should be fortunate to have a good subordinate instead of just watching him ruin your life, not to mention all the Latins here now. My life is also in your hands. I promise with my reputation that as long as you lay down your weapons and surrender the city, everyone will be able to leave you safely, and if there is any accident to me, think about it so much because of anger And what kind of revenge the crazy empire soldiers will do to you! As the commander-in-chief of the army, do you not even have this sense of responsibility?"

Justinian, both hard and soft, calmly looked at the silent group of men, while Baptiste, who was subdued on the side, was anxious and still wanted to stop him.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly rang from the crowd.

"Enough, Baptiste, I have tried my best. Your Excellency Justinian, if you really keep your promise worse, I am willing to lay down your arms and surrender!" Finally, Senna, who was struggling in his heart, looked at his subordinates with guilt. Stood up. And until then, looking at Viscount Senna who stood up, Justinian, who was already in a cold sweat behind him, let out a sigh of relief in his heart.