In the autumn of 105, the Battle of Fort Viscari was an insignificant battle, but it was bound to change the course of history. Whether it was the Byzantine Empire, which was on the verge of extinction, or the Byzantine Empire, which was growing stronger step by step and establishing a maritime empire.

of Venice.

The night was particularly peaceful. The Byzantines and Venetians seemed to have a tacit understanding with each other. Neither side had any intention of continuing the war. This last night was a time to mourn the war dead.

Whether it was Byzantium or Venice, the atmosphere in the military camp was very heavy.

The Venetians suffered more than a thousand casualties this time. They almost broke into the castle, but fell short and suffered heavy losses. If the opponent continued to pursue, the number of casualties may be even more ugly.

This made the nobles who originally thought they could easily eliminate the Byzantine exile forces involved here look ugly, and even retreated in their hearts. However, no one of them could withdraw, thinking that starting from their promise to Ranieri Dandolo,

The moment they agreed to the conditions, they were already on the other side's pirate ship. There was no other way to choose except to go all out to capture this damn castle.

But even so, such casualties were still unacceptable to the nobles. Finally, someone raised an objection: "Continuing to attack by force is not an option, right? Mr. Ranieri? These Greeks are obviously not as weak as we thought before. Are they?

How about we make full preparations before we attack this castle again?"

As soon as this statement came out, it immediately aroused a wave of echoes.

"Yes, we suffered too many casualties."

"It's best to take a short break and think about it in the long run."

Looking at the chattering colleagues, Ranieri remained expressionless. He waited until the objections gradually subsided before speaking.

"Have you all finished speaking?"

He glanced at everyone present with cold eyes, and a natural look of superiority appeared on his face, which immediately silenced everyone. The man continued to say:

"I know your helplessness, and I also understand that the losses in the previous battle were indeed not small. But when we rest for a period of time, it means that our enemies also get precious time to rest and recover. Although we suffered heavy losses,

Aren’t the Greeks at the end of their game? Why do you all have the illusion that the Venetian army is not as powerful as a group of willful and arrogant Greeks?”

Ranieri Dandolo's rebuttal silenced the other generals who had previously thought of retreating. This was indeed a shame. They had obviously won a brilliant victory in Constantinople before, which made the Byzantines think that

They had transported all the proud holy relics back to the city of Venice, but now they were turned into this by an exiled Byzantine army. Why weren't they resentful?

Immediately, the middle and lower-level officers who were first dazzled by the honor stood up to express their support for Ranieri Dandolo.

"We support you, Lord Dandolo!"

"Destroy these Greeks and make them pay for their despicable deeds!"

The officers with their fists raised in the air were excited, while the other nobles who were their superiors suddenly looked ugly. Apparently without expecting it, in just a few words, Ranieri Dandolo convinced the young men at the grassroots level of the army, and they

Because he made a private deal with the Dandolo family, he was not happy

What are you talking about publicly? The previous opposition was suddenly infected by a fanatical sense of national honor. In fact, although Venice was once a satellite of the Byzantine Empire, as its power rose, it regarded itself as one of the successors of the Roman Empire.

In their eyes, the Byzantines were a barbaric and arrogant people.

In particular, the capture of Constantinople greatly expanded Venice's ambitions, so now they are even more intolerable that they can do nothing about a small country.

Seeing that he had successfully mobilized the enthusiasm of the middle and lower-level officers, Ranieri immediately issued his own combat orders.

"Very well, let the army recuperate for the last night tonight. Tomorrow we will give the Greeks a final blow, and I hope that this time no one will stand still and make moves that are not conducive to the entire army." Ranierillo

He looked at his colleagues with deep meaning. The previous defeat was because they still hoped to preserve their strength. The forwards sent out were cannon fodder with no fighting spirit. As a result, they were attacked by the Byzantine heavy cavalry and suffered a crushing defeat.

"Knight Draven, you and your troops besiege the city gate!"

"yes!"

"Baron Joseph, lead an army to block the side movement of the castle to prevent the Greeks from scurrying around like rats to attack!"

"clear!"

"Peter, Noel, you two sirs, I order you to supervise the battle as a reserve team tomorrow. If there are any more deserters, we will kill them!"

"Yes, Lord Dandolo!"

After issuing three murderous combat orders, Ranieri slowly turned around and looked at the other counts, and said calmly:

"As for you, I hope that you will lead the fleet to attack Watergate again. This time it is impossible for the Greeks to have enough Greek fire reserves to deal with us. We will advance both by water and land. I think there will be no mistakes this time!"

Just like the previous attack on Constantinople, now that he knew that the defenders in Fort Viscari were at the end of their strength, he had no worries. Although he suffered several losses, Ranieri had basically figured out the Byzantines' intentions at this moment.

The reality is already fully understood.

Seeing that Ranieri Dandolo seemed confident, the other counts did not object. In fact, they did not doubt that they could defeat the weak Byzantines at this moment, but simply wanted to avoid unnecessary losses.

But since Ranieri was so eager for success, they would not say anything more after getting the Dandolo family's promise.

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At the bay of Fort Viscari, the dark clouds in the sky blocked the originally bright moonlight. In the dim night, a few people in a small hole on the bay bypassed the Byzantine guards who were watching the night and boarded a small boat.

, and they are the Assassins hiding in the city.

According to their previous agreement, Leosgros arranged for them to escape safely out of the city, and in exchange, Sabah would also share the secrets stolen from the original Duke's residence with Nicaea, Venice and Epirus.

The letter was returned to him.

"Is this really okay, Lord Sabah?" Nourdin asked worriedly. They actually left without completing the task. This was not in line with their code of conduct.

But Sabah shrugged nonchalantly and said: "It's no big deal. Leave this place of trouble as soon as possible to avoid being involved in the fight between the Greeks and the Venetians."

"But that ring..." Nureddin was obviously still taking to heart what Justinian had said to him in the dungeon.

"A ring?" Sabah then took out the previous ring from his pocket and rubbed it slightly. This thing was most likely real, but he had no way to guarantee the authenticity of Justinian's identity.

"It's better not to get involved for the time being, but if he is pretending, we will make him pay the price one day. But if he is really doing things for Lord Sheikh, I have also made some arrangements for him. As for what he can do,

It’s up to him whether he makes good use of it or not.”

"Are you talking about those letters? But I'm afraid those things have already been in the hands of Leosgros, and they will all be destroyed." Although Noureddine was Sabah's most trusted follower, he still didn't understand it for a while.

What exactly was the arrangement mentioned by the leader in front of him?

However, Sabah's face showed a proud and disdainful look, "Don't worry, I did say that I would return the Chameleon's shameful letter to him when the matter was completed, but I didn't promise not to show it to others. I'm looking forward to it."

That guy's expression at that time, it's a pity that there is no chance." After saying that, the group of people took advantage of the thick darkness of night and headed towards the east of the sea.

Looking back at the distant Wiscari Castle, Sabah knew that maybe today would be the last calm of the castle, just like before the storm came, it seemed peaceful and peaceful, but when the storm came,
Chapter completed!