Eagle Flag of Epirus

Under the cover of the night, everything went so smoothly, easily sneaking out of their residence, and the Pizza people guarding there were so slack that they didn't even notice someone leaving under their noses.

I have to say that the peace under the Pisa seems to be too long that they have forgotten what danger is. There is no one on the street, and the guards who patrolled the street obviously didn't even show up. This allowed Justinian and the twenty or thirty guards behind him to surpass two blocks smoothly, and arrived at the place where the envoy of the Achaia vassal was located.

"Stop, silence!" Justinian commanded in a low voice, and the Turkic people lurking in the darkness seemed to melt into the night.

A few hundred meters away from them, it was the residence of the Latin messenger, and it was not the Pizzas who guarded there but the attendants of the Latins. This made Justinian had to be vigilant. Although it was already deep at night, he could hear the noise in the mansion from a distance. It seems that the Latins who like to feast and drink are still so energetic even in the evening. Some are grilling fish and sharing food, some are drinking and playing, and there are arguing, laughter, and humming of rough Latins everywhere.

Justinian, who had witnessed all this, listened to the noise coming from afar, and at first he couldn't help but smiled contemptuously. Laughing at these goods might think that the overall situation is set, so he celebrated and he did not expect his appearance at all but the same , Justinian frowned slightly again, because although the other party seemed to have relaxed his vigilance, it would be bad if he made a big move when he attacked at this time!

"What to do, Justinian?"

"Wait for now!"

"But it will be dawn in a few hours."

"Believe me, wait a minute, there will be a chance!"

The night completely enveloped the whole city. It was the deepest night at this time. Justinian knew that it would be dawn soon. He had to finish all this before then, but in order to be safe, he had to wait for the opportunity. He didn't believe in Latin. People can keep making noise like this.

And waiting for everyone to look in front of them anxiously. After some time, the noise in the mansion finally subsided. But Justinian waited cautiously for another half an hour, and then stood up gently and let out a low whistle. Behind him, more than thirty tall black figures stood up, like a ghost wandering in the night. The Turkic warriors were already gearing up and waiting for Justinian to give orders.

"Arslan, Immaz, you lead two teams to ambush at the front and back doors, and the rest follow me to prepare for the fire!"

Justinian gave a few low orders, and the Turkic guards immediately divided into three teams. One team was led by Arslan himself and sneaked to the front door, while the other team was led by his deputy, Imaz, to ambush to the back door, and Justinian personally took six people and took out the ignition tools he had prepared.

But before that, the Latin guards must be dealt with first-

"Shoo!"

He fell down, and there was no time to react. The drowsy Latin guard was shot through the throat by the Turkic's short bow and easily fell down in the blink of an eye.

I saw a few sparks flashing by, and the oiled house soon ignited a raging fire. The fire blazed through the sky and spread at an alarming speed. Thick smoke spread everywhere, and the Latins who were awakened by the smoke and fire light even ran away before they had time to put on their clothes, but just rushed out of the tent, before seeing the situation clearly, a few bows and arrows flew away. Come, shot through their throats fiercely! It was the Turkic warrior who was ambushing at the front and back doors. The Latins didn't even wear armor, and they were moving targets in front of them.

"Run when it's on fire!"

"An enemy attacked!"

"Kill, set fire!"

The Latin, who was in a mess for a while, turned around and had to hide in the house that was already burning, because he might be shot by the opponent as soon as he stuck his head out.

And this call seemed like a plague, spreading fear quickly, but it was the best signal to Justinian and others, and the burning torches were thrown over one by one and lit up. There was a raging fire, which completely plunged the Latins in the mansion into panic. More and more people rushed out desperately. Instead of being surrounded by flames, they would rather be shot down one by one with bows and arrows. Occasionally there are people who have a clear mind and want to turn the window to escape, but the people with Justinian have been waiting for a long time, brandishing the blade of the Turkic warrior and hacking to death the Latins.

Seeing the fate of their companions, the Latins who had been irrational because of fear gradually gathered in groups, and finally calmed down temporarily.

And Osseth, who had witnessed all this, was full of blood--he was also shot with an arrow. Of course, the calm and complacency before him was gone, full of panic.

"What the **** is going on? Are the pizza guys crazy, wanting to kill us and kill us?" The man roared and asked. He didn't expect to encounter such a bad thing. You must know that whenever you kill a diplomat It's rare. Are the pizza guys really crazy? Isn't it afraid of revenge by Achaia?

"My lord, it doesn't seem to be a Pisa. Look at this bow and arrow-Turkic!" At this moment, a careful guard recognized the particularly conspicuous Turkic bow and arrow against the flames and said.

And this suddenly awakened the flustered Osseth, there was only one explanation for the Turkic Arrow-

"Damn Greeks, these mad dogs!"

Only then did I remember that there was still a Greek mission in Nafplio in the city that he hadn't considered him, but Osseth had never expected that dozens of people would make such a crazy move. Now he can't wait to slap himself a few times, if he had followed his subordinates' advice and sent someone to keep an eye on the Greeks, he would never fall into this situation.

But it was too late, but the man still did not despair completely, but looked at his subordinates and shouted:

"These Greeks and the Turkic people they carry are not many, so if you don't want to die, just rush out with me to make a **** way!"

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On the other side, Justinian, who had already blocked the opponent's exit, watched all this quietly, waiting for the Latin to finally get a dying struggle.

At this moment, after a shout, the Latins with weapons rushed out the door desperately and pounced on Justinian and the guards beside him who were already waiting.

"Kill them, don't keep one!" Justinian spit out these words coldly, and in the next second, he and the Turkic warriors around him were like ghosts in the night, and Achaia Hou The survivors of the country collided together, fighting together. In the fire, Damascus swords and cross swords rose and fell, blood splattered, and human limbs were chopped off and flew in the sky. It seemed that the number of Latins had the upper hand, but Justinian and his team, who had been prepared for a long time, completely achieved an overwhelming advantage.

In a blink of an eye, the Latin guards were beheaded to death, and there was no scum left to smash their dying resistance. But Sir Osseth naturally knew all this. This gorgeously-dressed man fled to one side in fear. He just wanted to let his subordinates buy time for himself. He didn't have the courage to resist, he just wanted to find even a pizza, hoping to save his life.

But the Turkic people who flocked and flocked quickly caught up with this once-in-one man and threw him to the ground.

The guards who completed the killing lined up on both sides, giving way to Justinian~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the true face of the young man who was slowly moving forward was finally caught in the sight of Osseth under the light of the fire. in. The long sword between his fingers naturally hung down in his hand, and the blood gathered and dripped on the sword, which made people shudder. And seeing Justinian’s true face, Osseth also showed a look of astonishment.

"You... are you Justinian?"

After seeing the portrait, the man still felt a little weird. He couldn't believe his eyes. As the commander of the southern Greek resistance army, Justinian actually came here in person. If he had known it earlier, he wouldn't dare to stay here for a while. The previous fiasco has made Justinian’s notoriety in Achaia.

At this moment, this young man was standing in front of him like a ghost, and before he knew it, Osseth was overwhelmed by the invisible coercion of the opponent.

Just listened to Justinian grinning coldly.

"Yes, you didn't expect me to be here at all, the messenger of Achaia."

Immediately there was a trace of fear on Sir Osseth's face, but soon he looked at Justinian bitterly and said: "Yes, if I had known it, I would treat you first..."

However, the empty threat came to an abrupt end. With a plop, under Justinian's sword, the opponent's head rolled neatly to the ground, without the slightest sluggishness.

"I borrow your head for a use!"

Justinian, who was holding his head from the ground and looking at the headless corpse, said in a low voice, looking at the raging fire in front of him, his thoughts could not help but loosen. Although he and the other party did not have any deep hatred, everything was destined that they had to fight each other. At this moment, the fire finally made the pizzas in the city react, and the crew of the brigade hurriedly came here, watching this scene, but Justinian still looked as usual.