"Swoosh--" A fierce sound of breaking through the air came from above, and a sharp Turkic wolf-toothed arrow was whistling with the strong wind. The Venetian rider riding on the horse holding a broadsword in the air was penetrated directly before he could react and was caught and killed on the spot.

What? How could this happen!

Looking at this scene, the Venetians who were originally planning to massacre were suddenly shocked and subconsciously pulled their horses to see what was going on, but this made a fatal mistake. A slight pause directly made them completely obsessed with the enemy's sight in the forest.

Whoosh — whoosh —

With the fierce rain of arrows breaking through the air, the Venetians who were chasing in front were caught off guard, but they still couldn't see clearly what was going on.

And when Peter, who had just seen the fierce Venetian behind him, was easily shot and killed in front of him. He was half kneeling on the ground, who had almost given up hope, could not believe that this was true.

"Is this... this... a dream?" A trace of dazedness flashed across his expression, and the boy muttered to himself.

At this time, there were shattered horse crying from behind him. Peter subconsciously turned his head and saw that in the lush forest behind him, fully armed Turkic cavalrymen emerged from the shadows and appeared in front of everyone.

How could there be Turks here? Peter was puzzled and half open his mouth, but when he saw the fox on the battle flag behind the Turks, his previous confusion disappeared at this moment. Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, Peter still heard from the adults in the village that the man who had recovered the entire Molia from the hands of the Latins. Moria's little fox was the nickname given to him by the Latins because of his fear and respect. Therefore, the army he led also had a flag painted with a black fox wherever he went, in addition to the double-headed eagle flag symbolizing the empire.

Since even ordinary Greek villagers recognized this, the Venetians naturally discovered something wrong. The frightened riders no longer dared to step forward, and even had the courage to raise the short crossbow in their hands. They looked at the sudden appearance of the Turkic cavalry, and they realized that something was wrong in their hearts.

Tsk - How could he chased after him so quickly? This was completely different from what he had expected before! Mobis, who was caught off guard, also felt his heart sank. The pursuit ability of the Turkic cavalry was obviously much greater than his previous expectations. If this continues, their situation will probably get worse and worse. It is no longer important to chase the damn Greeks now. You must quickly get rid of these zombies.

The man who gritted his teeth made a quick decision and winked at his subordinates beside him. The Venetian officer who immediately reacted nodded, raised the short crossbow in his hand and shot an arrow and sent a signal.

"call out----"

A sharp and harsh voice came, and this was the retreat signal that the Venetians had practiced many times before. Its release meant that they were facing a huge threat. The only thing they had to do was to avoid contact at all costs and escape immediately! Almost at the same time, the desperate people who were eager to chase and kill the fleeing villagers turned their heads and fled in scattered without hesitation. It seemed that they were in a hurry, but they had already previewed it again and again, and had already been leaked.

Justinian, who saw this, immediately realized their intentions and responded immediately.

"Chase--!"

Surrounded by these many Turkic cavalry, the young man riding a horse appeared and looked ahead with a calm look. Although the Venetians were trying to escape, their expressions were filled with confidence.

"But Lord Justinian, we have a limited number of people. What if all of them chase after you, what should your guard do?" A Turkic guard hesitated. It was a complete accident that he suddenly encountered the Venetians here. Although he determined the approximate range of the enemy, he unexpectedly encountered the Venetians massacred the villagers. At this time, the large army was either still on the periphery or received a signal and could not come for the time being. Although it was easy for them to repel the other party, if they pursued, it would be difficult to guarantee the personal safety of Justinian, as the commander-in-chief.

But as soon as the Turkic warrior finished speaking, the young man in front of him turned his head and asked in an indifferent expression in an exaggerated tone: "Don't you think that I am the only one who will give these Venetians an opportunity?"

A simple word fell, but the bursting feeling made the Turkic warrior quickly lower his head. In the moment just now, he saw a pair of cold eyes, the blue eyes as deep as the sea to swallow everything. This kind of violence hidden in his bones was the easiest way for people who have experienced many battles to feel. At this moment, the calm Justinian could not contain his anger, especially the scene of corpses in front of him that stimulated his nerves even more.

"Are there any questions?" Justinian turned his head and looked at the fleeing Venetian and asked in a low voice.

"No more, sir." The Turkic warriors, who were trembling, immediately ordered a pursuit. The light cavalry that whistled long whistle galloped towards the rushing Venetians.

At this moment, the characters of prey and hunter finally turned upside down. The pursuer who had previously slaughtered has now become the target of hunting, which is so ironic. Seeing what happened in front of him, Peter felt really angry even though he was still a child. When he thought of Grandpa Vibius, he felt a soreness in his heart and tears couldn't help falling down. If he persisted for a while, he might not be able to die. But time will not go against the flow, and there will never be a second chance. Apart from regret, Peter knew that he could do nothing.

And while the boy was holding back his tears, a peaceful voice came from his head.

"If you want to cry, cry. There is nothing to be ashamed. You have done a good job, right? At least you saved this person." Justinian, who had noticed the boy, slowly stepped forward and comforted him lightly. Although he didn't know what had happened before, he could understand the boy's mood at this moment when he looked at the devastated village, the scene of corpses everywhere, and the survivors who survived death. Instead of enduring it, it would be better to vent it out quickly.
Chapter completed!