"Can't I come, Lord Faron?" Justinian looked at the other party with a cold face with a condescending attitude, and this pressure made Zeodose Faron feel very uncomfortable. But the shock in his heart made the man unable to look directly at the young man's gaze.

"Of course this is not the case, Lord Justinian." Zeodosefaron said with difficulty. He had realized that he might have fallen into the other party's trap now, and he was afraid that he would not be able to escape the blame this time.

If it were normal, Zeodosefalon would certainly not be afraid of Justinian, but Justinian, who conquered three cities in a row, was enough to establish enough prestige, which forced men to be afraid.

Especially the red eagle flag held by Justinian's guards, reminding the young man that he is the master of this army at all times.

"That's great." Justinian nodded. He led his guard to slowly walk into Zeodosefalon's barracks. As soon as he entered the barracks, he saw all the disabled Italian foreign mercenaries. They attacked Achaia's fortress without any support without any support. There were eleven of the officers above and below, and even the mercenary leaders died in the battlefield. At this moment, the entire army was filled with resentment and sadness.

And when they saw Justinian appear, they immediately ran forward and asked their employer to preach justice for them.

"Mr. Justinian, we have done our best, but this does not mean that our blood can be sprinkled as freely as inferior beer. We hope you will give us an explanation." The mercenaries carefully told all the things that Zeodoserphalon had done before and what they dared not speak.

"Please rest assured, I will give you justice, and there will be no suspicion for the victims' pensions, but before that, I hope you can still maintain your previous loyalty and courage." Justinian looked at the Italians who were blocking his horse solemnly promised the other party, but at the same time demanded their allegiance. With the use of kindness and power, he calmed the angry Italians.

However, this action made Zeodosefalon even more nervous. However, Justinian still seemed to have no intention of attacking, but followed him into the military tent.

"How is the situation in Karama now, Lord Faron?"

"The morale of the other party is very high and there seems to be no intention of giving up resistance." Zeodosefaron replied astray. Having repelled the attack of Italian mercenaries, Karama's Achaean army was completely gone.

But Justinian didn't take it seriously and said, "It's normal for Yi Chengyi to come after the wall. What's more important is that they are counting on the help of reinforcements around them, which is the source of their confidence. Now they have nothing but a castle." Now, except for Tripolis, the other Achaean army in South Peloponnese have been almost wiped out, and the rescue there will be at least ten days later. The little militia troops in Karamana cannot last for so long.

"It is true that this is true now. It is probably not easy for the Lord Justinian to just let them surrender so much." The Turks had the permission of Justinian to rob the Latins, which had destroyed the courage of the Achaean army, which made them more willing to fight to the death.

"You can rest assured about this, Your Excellency Faron, but if you can, will the command of this army be handed over to me now?" Justinian's seemingly understatement fell into Zeodosefaron's ears, but the man's expression couldn't help but change. He had been waiting for Justinian's words. Did the young man in front of him finally make a terrible attack? Zeodosefaron, whose eyes trembled slightly, exuded a hint of coldness, but Justinian, who was equally calm, still looked as usual in the eyes.

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On the other side, in Karama City, the Achaean army also received news that reinforcements were wiped out, and the city was in despair. Judging from the amount of information currently available, the Byzantine army that attacked them this time may have as many as thousands of people, and their combat power is good. On the other hand, there are only five or six hundred armed forces in Karama City, and their combat power is simply vulnerable.

"How could this happen?" Looking at all this in front of him, Baptist looked at the situation where they were surrounded and attacked on the map, and understood that when the Tripolis defenders realized that they had become a pile of corpses.

In this case, he was at a loss. No one expected that this would be the case. The weak South Peloponnese had become an unguarded area.

"What should we do now? Lord Bastian, this is definitely not a solution." The other officers also knew that the siege was just a pretext, and it was a complete luck to repel Italian mercenaries. It was simply unrealistic to think that they were several times more likely to deal with enemies. Now they were surrounded and they didn't even have a chance to break through. They looked at the Lord Jazz who was in charge of the overall situation and hoped that he would make the final decision.

Many people have discussed surrendering at this moment. This is not a sacred religious war. They are just declining nobles who have seized wealth. Moreover, even if they fight for faith, did the Jerusalem defenders compromise with Saladin for survival? Many people tend to negotiate with the Byzantines to resolve the issue peacefully as much as possible.

But there were also voices of opposition, "Mr. Baptiste, I firmly oppose surrender. You have heard the previous news that these Greeks had cruelly blasphemed and blasphemed the other castles. We would rather resist until the last drop of blood!" The militia leaders and priests were both opponents, and they were all very worried about the Byzantine revenge. The residents of Karamai were also hundreds of people, and they advocated defending the city and waiting for Tripolis' rescue.

But this seemed unrealistic to Baptiste, but the revengeful behavior of the Byzantine army did he hesitate. Now Karamai has become an isolated island, and how he should face such a dead end is a difficult problem before him.

At this moment, the sound of war drums came from outside the city, which triggered the fragile nerves of many deliberators. This was the prelude to the attack of the Byzantine army. Then the warning bell of Karama was about to ring, and the Latin people who had changed color stood up and were nervous.
Chapter completed!