"What did you say?" His face suddenly changed. Justinian, who was surprised, looked at the trembling scout and asked what was going on.

The scout, who was so scared that he lowered his head, quickly told Justinian everything about the incident. The army on the outside immediately opened the encirclement and wanted to completely eliminate the small group of Venetians. However, when they completed the array and began to close the net, they found something was wrong. First, the Turks who were chasing lost the other party, and then until the large army gathered the encirclement, no Venetian figure was found. It was not until the end that they finally discovered the other party's traces along a hidden path. Without their expectations, the Venetians actually escaped under their noses.

This was undoubtedly a great shame. After reporting the news, the timid scout was ready to meet the wrath of Lord Justinian in front of him.

However, the silent young man did not say anything, but fell into silence for a long time, and the atmosphere seemed particularly depressing at this moment. Unexpectedly, the carefully prepared plan failed, which meant that the Venetians who escaped this disaster would be more vigilant, and this small group of people would still gnaw Moria's flesh and blood like maggots on their bones. Justinian did not blame anything, but his anger could no longer be suppressed at this moment.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from not far away. Arslan led his group into the village. As the commander of the peripheral army, he and other new officers were to blame for the failure of the siege. When he saw Justinian, the Turkic man holding a helmet was about to apologize, but Justinian stopped him.

"Mr. Justinian—"

"It's better to think about how to remedy this matter, and I'm afraid you can't blame you all for reacting so quickly and finding a way out to break through you. Either the Venetians are a genius, or there are people familiar with the surrounding terrain on their side. The former is basically impossible, and then the latter is the latter." Although Justinian was angry, he quickly made a calm judgment. Those who can command the Venetians to break through the side cannot come here to take risks. There is only one possibility - that is, there are hidden responses on the other side. This cannot be entirely blamed by Arslan and the others. After all, things are rushed and it is inevitable that something is wrong. However, the previous news mentioned a small path made Justinian feel a little confused. You must know that the defenders of the Coroni Fortress have never mentioned it, how could the Venetians know it.

But at this moment Justinian was thinking, the voice of the boy behind him interrupted his thoughts.

"Mr. Justinian! Please let me join you, I will avenge Grandpa Vibius!"

When Peter, who was sad and angry, could no longer bear it, finally begged Justinian to join the army to avenge the Venetians.

But Justinian shook his head and said, "No, you are too young-"

"I am already eleven years old. A few people who were two or three years older than me have joined your army. Why can't I?" Peter asked in confusion. The governor in front of him had handed the rusty iron sword to his hands and let him inherit his grandfather's will, but at this time he decisively rejected him.

"Because you can't open your body without these two or three years, not to mention that you are not trained and you are likely to be in danger now. Letting you inherit the will of that old man is not to let you die recklessly, do you understand?" In desperation, Justinian explained seriously, and then asked his subordinates to send the boy in front of him down the mountain, and he was preparing to start the next step with the others of his subordinates.

But the unwilling boy in front of him broke away from the person beside him and shouted to Justinian: "My Lord Justinian, I did not act recklessly. Although I know that my body cannot help you now, I understand the terrain of this area - as long as I lead the way, I can definitely find traces of those guys!"

As soon as this said, Arslan, who had been silent before, suddenly looked up at the little boy, raised his hand to let the guards loose it.

"Mr. Justinian?"

"What's wrong?"

"I think this kid might be able to do this a big favor to us."

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"It's really awkward, everyone in Venice!" The old man riding on the horse with a cloak said mockingly, looking at the Venetians who had escaped from death before.

Although the Venetians, who were still in fear, were angry, they could not refute anything. If the person in front of them had not released the signal and arrows in time, they would not have escaped the net of heaven and earth set up by Byzantium.

Mobis, whose face was gloomy, finally asked hatefully: "This is different from what your master said. Leosgross, the bastard, didn't tell me that the little fox would come here in person!" The man who gritted his teeth and said this had suppressed his anger as much as possible. It was really a critical moment. Even if there was a signal coming in time, if it weren't for bullying the Turkic cavalry, who had been more unfamiliar with the terrain than those of them who had wandered in this area for half a month, they would not be able to get rid of such fierce pursuits. Even so, several people were still shot or injured. This can be said to be the first time that Molia encountered such setbacks, and nearly half of them were killed or injured, thanks to the Greek traitor.

If the other party had not sweared, Mobis would not have been unprepared. He was still scared until now when he learned that the young man named Justinian came here to take charge. Looking at the gloating face of the Leosgross's subordinate just now, he suddenly felt a lot of hatred in his expression.

But when he saw the unkind expression of the Venetians, the old man with a scattered head seemed to be completely ignored, and shrugged: "My master has done his best, not to mention that the power to make decisions is in your hands, isn't it? And instead of being upset about these now, it's better to think about what to do next. After all, Justinian mobilized a legion this time."

"A legion?!" Mobis's heart trembled after taking a breath. As for this? They just burned a few villages and put on such a big formation. They looked down on them too much. Faced with this great crisis, their previous anger was immediately forgotten.

"So, does your Excellency Leo have any suggestions?" asked at the old man in the cloak in front of him. Since the other party was sent by Leo Sgros, he should be trusted for the time being - otherwise there would be no need to save them before, and Mobis, who thought it was difficult, had to save the other party.

And looking at the Venetian who was already high in front of him, he finally surrendered, and the wrinkled face under the cloak finally showed an invisible smile.
Chapter completed!