"Your Highness, what are you talking about? We shouldn't have heard it wrong?" The nobles were surprised that Justinian, as an outsider, actually chose to let him command Moria's army.

"I'm afraid this is not appropriate, right?" a nobleman hesitated. After all, it really reassured that the key to the army was given to an outsider.

But the old man sitting in a wheelchair in front of him raised his eyes and asked, "So who among you can take on this important task? If any of you can defeat the Latins like the Battle of the Alfios River, why should I make such a decision?"

As soon as this was said, the nobleman who was still questioning Grand Duke Anastasius had just changed his face. He did not expect that the old man who was so kind and amiable would say such mean words.

But this is indeed true. Nowadays, the only one who can command the army to fight is probably the only one who can command the army.

"It's just that there are less than a thousand people. Even if we stick to the rescue, we may still be a little reluctant. I'm afraid that before Tripolis' reinforcements arrived, Wiscari was captured. Lord Anastasius." Duke Leo said, saying that even if this manpower is held to be broken, it is only a matter of time before he can hold on to the castle and be broken. Instead, he prefers to evacuate. This is also the idea of ​​other nobles. At most, he can abandon his property and the civilians here, and he can get enough time.

However, Justinian showed a sneer. Of course, he saw the dirty thoughts in the hearts of these selfish nobles and said coldly: "Who said I want to stick to the aid? If the Venetian army comes here, it will be an excellent opportunity to pay a little interest for what they do. The Venetians now have no idea that we have noticed their arrival, and before that we have time to make sufficient preparations."

Justinian's voice was full of confidence, but in the ears of the Mori's nobles, it was like arrogant crazy words.

"Are you crazy?" Looking at Justinian, the Molia nobles seemed to be watching a madman, but they did not hear it wrong. The young man in front of him not only did not stick to waiting for assistance, but wanted to take this opportunity to fight the Venetians. This was completely impossible in their opinion. These nobles knew very well the power of the Venetian navy. Even though the empire did not decline during the period of Emperor Manuel, they were still worried by the navy that ravaged the coastline because of their evil deeds with the Venetians. Now they are like dogs, and even the serious navy has not fought head-on with the Venetians.

"This is absolutely impossible! The Venetian army in Crete has at least six thousand men, and we don't even have a ship now!"

"Grand Duke Anastasius, this is crazy, you can't allow him to do this!"

The nobles almost spoke in unison to object. In their opinion, Justinian's idea was simply a way to die. However, the old man in the wheelchair was as calm as usual, looking at Justinian and asked, "So how confident are you, Justinian?"

"About 50%, I can let these Venetians go but never return." This time Justinian was surprisingly confident, but his words made the nobles of Molia even more nervous. This was more like the sea mouth that a young man who knew the depths of the unknown. It was not easy to let the Venetians go but never return.

But what everyone did not expect was that Anastasius nodded and said, "That's great. I look forward to your performance. From now on, my army will completely obey your dispatch."

"Your Excellency, you can't do this!" Seeing that the old man in front of him believed Justinian's arrogant words, the shocked nobles wanted to obstruct him, but were shocked by the majestic gaze of Grand Duke Anastasius sitting in a wheelchair.

"I have decided, there is no problem anymore, and during the next period of time, I hope you can do your best to assist Justinian." This man once again suppressed the opposition of the Moria nobles, just as if a lion spoke, the wolf pack could only whimper. Although they were Moria's prominent family, they were not worth mentioning compared to this man who served several emperors. Despite their unwillingness, they could only accept this reality at this moment.

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As night falls, the bay on the south bank of Fort Wiscarri is surging and turbid. Unlike the calm waves in the past, the strong wind swept through this sea area and the mood of women becomes restless.

The multi-altitude sailboat San Juan advances with the tide, and the changing wind blows the sails. This is the reconnaissance ship of the Venetian fleet. Under the cover of the night and sea breeze, they are slowly approaching Fort Wiscari.

The Venetians came earlier than they thought, and the fleet that traveled day and night was ready to attack, but Ranieri, as the commander, was still waiting for an opportunity.

The strong wind blew up the sea, like the call of a devil, and the ships were told. To be honest, this is not a good combat environment, but now for the Venetians, the earlier the action is, the greater the chance of success.

"Shut down," Ranieri gave the order, "reduce the mast and the oarsmen are in place." The crew of Venice rushed to their posts. They checked their weapons and made sure that the siege equipment on the ship was ready, and waited for the final order to launch the general attack.

But Ranieri Dandoro kept standing at the bow of the ship, as if waiting for something.

I saw that the deck of his ship was covered with crossbows and a catapult was placed on each of the bow and sterns. This amazing weapon was enough to destroy ordinary city walls. It can be said that the narrow geographical location of Fort Wiscarri was useless in front of the Venetian fleet.

But the man, who was cautious by nature, was not eager for success. He was waiting for the promised response from George's border. At this moment, a conspicuous fire appeared on the water gate of Fort Wiscarri, which was the code that was previously responded.

Finally, Ranieri, who was raising the fire as a horn, was relieved, "Down the oar," he cried, "In line." Then the oars on the warship entered the water at the same time and paddled the water surface. The Venetian warship seemed to spread its wings at the same time and rushed towards Fort Wiscari. The Venetian army was already ready to beat. At this moment, they had been stuck in the cabin, doing nothing, and could not wait, longing for battle, and were full of confidence, believing that the Greeks who were cowardly in their eyes could be easily eliminated.
Chapter completed!