In a wasteland, a group of people were fleeing to the south. This was a group of people dressed in civilians, including men, women, old and young, as if something was chasing them like frightened birds.

Just as they were escaping aimlessly, the rushing sound of horse hooves suddenly lifted their hearts, and a group of light cavalry caught up from behind, while the fierce and vicious riders held the weapon and showed a cruel smile, ready to enjoy the upcoming killing feast.

"Mr. Leo has already said that no matter whether they live or die, just don't let them escape to the south! Come with me!" At the command of the strong man in the lead, wild shouts were heard one after another. Just as these riders were about to rush forward, slaughtering these civilians who were trembling like lambs, the sound of a golden wind breaking through the air came from afar. Sharp Turkic feathered arrows shot at the unprepared rebel riders, and the arrows were shot without any slightest, and all the people in the middle were killed on the spot.

"Who is it?" Seeing the subordinates beside him being shot by arrows wrapped in strong winds, the rider who was originally arrogant was also full of horror on his face and shouted subconsciously.

However, his unconscious shouting in his ears received an answer-

"Just deal with you all the messy people."

The next second, the young man riding a war horse was running at lightning and rushed over from the wilderness covered with grass. It was Justinian. Because his vision was blocked, the rebels had no time to react. They saw that their swords fell, and the rider in the lead was knocked down by him neatly.

"Boss!"

The rebels who were excited to start a burn, killing, and robbery saw this scene, and the appearance of the Turkic spirit cavalry surrounded from all directions made them completely lose the courage to resist. Because the arrival of these Turks has proved one thing- Justinian is back.

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted first, and then the scared rebels fled in scattered and did not dare to stop, so they wanted to escape back and report what happened here. However, Justinian waved the sword in his hand and shook the blood from the blade, and said coldly: "Have you run away?"

The moment the words were finished, the entire air seemed to condense, and the rebels who were cold in their hearts were even more scattered and wanted to escape from here and save their lives. However, at this moment, they were just preys that could be easily solved in front of the Turkic mercenaries.

The battle process was almost unsurprising. These riders from the private soldiers of the Moria nobles might be able to bully civilians and plunder the villages with ease, but they were actually vulnerable to the trained Latin knights or the brave Turkic cavalry. A wave of wind swept the leaves was immediately caught up by the light-moving Turkic cavalry.

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"Have all been solved?" Justinian just asked symbolically, and he had never doubted their combat effectiveness.

The Turkic warriors in the lead replied calmly: "According to your instructions, only one living mouth was left, and none of the others slipped away." For the proud Turks, their world was on the back of the horse. Even if they fought against the elite Frank knights, they would never feel afraid of relying on light equipment.

Justinian just nodded as if something was just a very ordinary thing was over. Then the boy turned his head and slowly looked at a group of villagers who were still in fear and helplessness.

"Don't be afraid, you are safe now." Justinian recognized these people, remembering that they were the villagers who invited him to attend the Harvest Festival before, and his expression finally calmed down at this time and asked with concern.

"Is it... it's you, Lord Justinian?" The villagers who came to their senses woke up as if they were dreaming. They watched Justinian appear in front of them as sad and joyful as the Jews who were redeemed by Moses, and received a long-lost rain in the desperate desert.

"It's me..." Seeing this scene, Justinian felt a little guilty. Although all this must have been caused by the anger of Molia's rebellious nobles, he had to blame himself for his powerlessness. If he could be more cautious before, all tragedies could be avoided. Now he was even more deeply worried about the safety of Odosia and the others in the city.

"Mr. Justinian, we have finally waited for you. Please punish these rebels who should be cursed. They completely destroyed all the villages you have placed for us, snatched our food, and killed our relatives! Please make sure to make the decision for us!" The villagers' eyes were already full of hope. In their eyes, the invincible boys were the only ones they could entrust everything, and this made Justinian even more worried.

Holding the fluctuations in his heart, Justinian tried to calm himself down, "Don't worry, I will give you justice." After saying that, the boy asked a Turkic team around him to temporarily find a safe place to settle down with the villagers who had barely settled down.

Looking at the boy's gloomy and terrible expression and his deep eyes that seemed to be devouring everything, the Turkic guards beside him carefully reminded: "Master Justinian, you promised Lord Arslan." Even the villages around Tripolis were retaliated against such revenge. It is obvious that the situation in Tripolis is now dangerous, and because of this, he had to worry that Justinian would choose to act emotionally.

But those blue lake eyes gave him a look with endless pressure, almost making him breathless, "I know this, I don't need your reminder. Where is the captured person? Bring him up, I have something to ask him."

Under the oppression of the momentum just now, I deeply realized that the young adult in front of me would have such an angry moment, and I dared not say anything more. The Turkic warrior had to nod and let his subordinates bring the previous prisoner up.

The only surviving rebel who was already scared was taken up by a scathing place. Looking at the boy riding on the horse, he was even more frightened and unable to speak. There was no doubt that the boy in front of him was really Justinian, and the young and cold voice also sounded from above his head at this time, as if the will of a king had suppressed him to raise his head.
Chapter completed!