"Calm down, Arslan is not the time for us to attack." The commander of the garrison led the army to ambush, reminded Arslan next to him. Even though the father of the young Turkic man in front of him was surrounded by the Latins, they could not reveal their whereabouts, because this was related to whether Justinian's plan could be successful.

"I still know this, uncle! I won't be emotional at this time, because I know that if I do that, I would be joking about my father's life." Although Arslan was anxiously worried about his father's safety, he believed in Justinian more than that. After all, the person had never disappointed after such a long time of getting along. Reason also told Arslan that it would be useless to act rashly now. They and Justinian divided their troops north to lead only the Turkic cavalry and the Chincha Tatar cavalry, a total of 1,500 people. Even if they attacked in the night, they could not defeat the Latin coalition forces of tens of thousands of people.

The only thing they could do at this time was to wait, waiting for Justinian and his fleet to give a fatal blow to the Latins in front of them from the sea.

"But it seems that we don't have much time left." At this moment, a voice sounded beside Arslan and Rio's garrison. The two of them turned around at the same time and saw a Latin man standing behind them, Sir Baptist who came with the army.

"It's you!" Arslan and Rio's long garrison showed a hint of surprise on their faces. The reason why they could easily escape the surveillance of the marquis of Achaia was so easy to sneak into the Duchy of Athens without knowing it was because they had received the help of these submissive Latins in front of them. The Marquis Gotfrey had never thought that the nephew of Marquis William, who had been thinking hard and wanted to get along, did not flee north to Thessalonika or Constantinople, but went into exile to the Greeks who should have been the enemy of life and death. It was precisely because of the identity of Charles Charles Plitz, Sir Baptiste, who was the identity of Charles Charles Baptiste.

Li persuaded the neutral aristocracy stationed at the checkpoint to let go - after all, the great purge carried out by the Gotfry Palace left many neutral factions who were still waiting and watching. They also dared to be angry at the actions of Gotfry collusion with the Venetians and did not dare to speak out. So after obtaining the guarantee of the Roman Empire, the nobles stationed in Corinth then let Arslan and they successfully pass through many obstacles to reach here. However, even so, Arslan and the Governor Leo did not dare to believe each other easily. After all, this military operation led the exiled nobles of the Achaia vassal state to them, which made them feel as if they were in peace.

"What do you mean?" The two of them looked at Baptist with suspicion and asked, not understanding what the other party said just now.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Baptiste could fully understand. After all, his identity was here. The man slowly walked up to look at the Latin barracks in the distance and explained: "As a member of the Crusader, I can tell you very clearly that it is impossible to stop the attack at night, especially when siege the vulnerable enemy in front of him. But if one day the night stops attacking just now, there is only one explanation - that is to make the final preparations for the next day. Now the Roman army that was defending the acropolis waiting for assistance has been supported until the third day, and tomorrow will usher in the full attack of the vassal state of Achaia, the Principal of Athens and the Venetians. How long do you think they can support it?"

After hearing this, Arslan and Leo's garrison were shocked and looked at each other. Although they did not trust the Latin man, they did not doubt the authenticity of what the man said. It turned out that it was not just them, but the Latin man at this moment was also sitting in the final preparations for the final "decisive battle".

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At the same time, on the other side, the Pisa fleet driving on the sea was still on its way to the Attica Peninsula. Although they wanted to arrive there as soon as possible to rescue the besieged Prince Theodor, they had to be careful to prevent the discovery of the sea strongholds in Venice along the way, because once they were discovered, it was very likely that the plan of the surprise attack would eventually fail. But continuing to delay was not a solution. Justinian couldn't help but feel anxious when he looked at the sea that could not see the edge.

"How long will it take for us to reach our destination, Lord Pierre?" Justinian asked impatiently, knowing that the Pisa governor was in Nafplion.

Pierre replied with a blank expression: "Please don't worry, we have tried our best. After all, there are so many Venetian strongholds on the sea. In order to prevent them from discovering, it will be at least two days before they can reach Athens."

"Two days, we probably have arrived there by land for so long! I don't need a reason now. Let me tell you, what conditions do you have to arrive at your destination tomorrow? I think the Pizza people wouldn't even have this ability, right?" Justinian's voice was a little cold, and he saw that the other party was deliberately ruthless. Even if there was a sea patrol in Venice along the way, it would not delay the journey as it is now. It was obviously Pierre who did it on purpose, and there was only one explanation for this. The other party wanted to use this to deliberately raise the price.

Pierre, who was scheming with Justinian, had a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face, but he nodded, and nodded and said, "This war may accidentally pull the Republic of Pisa into the war with the Venetians. Perhaps you have given enough rewards before, but once the situation gets out of control, I cannot bear this consequence. I need you to give another promise, so that even if the Venetians really expand the war, Pisa will become a firm ally of your country!"

"So, what is the promise?" Justinian, who had already expected this, looked at the other party coldly.

Finally, Pierre, whom Justinian promised, hurriedly expressed his conditions: "If we help your country deal with the Venetians' recovery of Constantinople, in addition to the restoration of trade privileges, I hope that you can also allow us to open the right of trade in the Black Sea to us, so that our merchant ships can enter the Black Sea through the strait for commercial activities."
Chapter completed!