After a night of war, it was almost dawn, but the sky of Fort Wiscarri was still pitch black, and a large area of ​​the city was affected by asphalt barrels projected by the Venetians. There were homeless people everywhere. The soldiers finally curbed the fire, and at this time they were exhausted. However, there were many wounded and dead bodies in the military camp who were to be taken care of, otherwise, it would be a bad thing if the weather caused a plague.

The streets have become simple battlefield hospitals, with some injured soldiers and ordinary residents lying everywhere. Most of them were burned. The fire yesterday was really amazing. If the wind had not changed in time, the entire Fort Wiscarri might have fallen into a sea of ​​fire. However, at least the white land burned by the fire has made a lot of room for the wounded and sick. But even so, Justinian was still shocked by the tragic situation when he came here.

Although the Byzantines repelled the Venetians at a very small price, the Venetians used their trenchers and crossbows torture the entire Fort Wiscar. Due to the curfew, the casualties of civilians exceeded expectations. There were wounded everywhere, so the doctors were not enough. The priests and nuns of the monastery in the city also volunteered to take care of the injured, but they were still a drop in the bucket.

"Damn it, there is not a single person!" Arslan spat and complained angrily. It was obvious that they were late, and the injured Justinian could not even find a doctor. "Don't there be a clean bandage in this ghost place?"

"After all, we have suffered heavy losses, so bear with it!" Justinian didn't care much. Although the pain in the wound was not so good, the conditions here did not allow it, and he would not complain about it.

And at this moment, a faint voice suddenly came from Justinian's ears.

"Sir Justinian, you're fine!"

Justinian, who was slightly stunned, subconsciously looked in the sound and saw a Byzantine soldier with a bandage on his head lying on the ground, and a nun was bandaging his wound.

"You are..." Justinian seemed to have some impression of him, but he couldn't remember him for a moment.

The injured soldier said intermittently: "I was the soldier who fought with you last night. It's great to see you!"

Justinian then remembered that the injured soldier in front of him was one of the soldiers who followed him to carefully select the Venetians to ambush the Venetians last night. However, they were disbanded when they went ashore to fight. Unexpectedly, anyone among them could escape. If Justinian hadn't reacted quickly, he would have died here. However, looking at the famous soldiers, it is hard to say whether they could survive the war.

The injured soldier squirmed his lips and seemed to want to say something, but Justinian stopped him, "Don't talk first, it's important to recover from the injury."

"Yes, sir, may God bless you." The soldier murmured, and fell asleep due to the pain. Although Justinian's heroic performance in yesterday's battle was not seen by most people, the respect for him was from the heart of these soldiers who fought side by side with him. Over the years, fewer and fewer people were able to lead the way.

Along the way, Justinian met several subordinates who survived last night. Although they were seriously injured, they had no complaints. Instead, they admire Justinian even more. This also changed Justinian's impression of the soldiers of Fort Wiscarri greatly. It seemed that there were still many brave and good warriors. It was just because of the corrupt physique of the empire that they were buried. Finally, it took a lot of effort to find a doctor and bandaged the wounds. It was not because the doctor was lazy, but because he was so busy that he couldn't do anything, and Justinian didn't say anything about this.

Looking at the devastated scene in front of him, and recalling the scene of cheering against the Venetian Byzantium before, Justinian sighed. Although he was used to the cruelty of war, he was not numb enough to ignore it. Fort Wiscarri was just the tip of the iceberg. At this time, in the land of the former thousand-year empire, such things will continue to happen until the country perishes. It can be said that this turmoil in 104 years was the culprit that pushed the Byzantine Empire into the abyss. And he is determined to do it to prevent all these tragedies from happening. But it is not easy. Although everyone in Fort Wiscarri has temporarily breathed a sigh of relief, it is only a matter of time before the Venetians make a comeback.

But just as Justinian was feeling emotion in his heart, a commotion suddenly came from the crowd, and a group of homeless civilians surrounded him first, as if begging for something.

"Duchess, please pity us!"

Many of these Byzantines hid in Fort Wiscar to escape from the Latins, but they thought that the invasion of the Venetians last night suddenly turned them into beggars with nothing. At this time, the nobles who gave alms were like angels coming to the world, extremely precious.

A group of noble servants and maids also distributed the bread that had been prepared to every homeless person in the city. Although they were more or less complaining about the dirty environment on their faces, they still handed each piece of bread to the hands of those who needed it.

"Thank you, Your Highness, Princess, may God bless you!" An old man with one eye blind took the bread handed to him by the young noble woman and burst into tears. However, this casual sentence fell into Justinian's ears, but immediately made him turn his head and look over. He was sure that he had heard nothing wrong just now. The old man actually called him a princess, and there was only one person in this city.

Odosia shook her head with a reluctant smile on her face and said, "I am just an ordinary person now. I am no longer a princess. All she can do is do is to do her part as the Duchess." As the daughter of Alexe III, Odosia's fate is not as beautiful as people imagined, especially because her father abandoned the subjects of Constantinople like a coward. The so-called title of princess made her unable to raise her head.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly rang in Odosia's ears: "No, although your father disappointed the people of the empire, you still fulfill your duties, at least as a princess, it is enough to inspire the people's confidence in the war." At some point Justinian walked to Odosia and saluted him respectfully:
Chapter completed!