On the other side, the Moria noble rebels who were gradually facing a situation of attacking on both sides were increasingly unable to support them. Most of the soldiers who were disguised their armor gave up resistance and chose to surrender, but the nobles knew that they had no such way of retreat. However, if they continued to resist stubbornly, they could only die, but even Leosgros could no longer maintain his calmness.

"How could this happen!" The man's hideous face was as if he was forced to a desperate end at the judge's seat, and this made the nobles of Moria worry about their own retreat.

And at this moment, a voice sounded beside Leosgross, "Duke, please calm down. If this continues, our retreat may be blocked. Now the outcome is decided. Instead of staying here and waiting to retreat to the city, the right way is." Although he has been defeated, this little nobleman did not panic like others.

Then he suddenly came to his senses. Leosgros pursed his lips without saying a word, and his heart was ashamed. But he knew that if he gave up, it would be impossible to turn things around. At least when he went back, he had Anastasius in his hands, and maybe there was still a glimmer of life. He looked at the little noble in front of him deeply, and Leosgros nodded.

"You said it's right, Focas. It's too early to admit defeat now!" said gritting his teeth. Although the little nobleman named Focas in front of him came from the Papadoros family, Leosgros had to admit that in addition to being an eyeliner, it was still useful at critical moments.

Under the order of Leosgros, the people's hearts were barely gathered, and the nobles, who had been severely injured, fought and retreated, intending to retreat in the direction of Tripolis. All this had already fallen into the eyes of the man who was watching the progress of the war on the hillside at that time.

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"We are victorious, Lord Senna!" With a slightly excited tone, the young boy looked happily at the joint attack of the Latins and Justinian, Moria's rebels were like a broken wall and collapsed, and he no longer had the courage to resist. Charlie Charles Prit was finally relieved at this moment.

On the mountain, he was as if he were bystanders watching this scene coldly, Viscount Sena was silent and said nothing. The commander of the battle was not him, but Baptiste. He just obeyed Charles Charlotte and agreed to fight back and help Justinian, who was already at a loss. Although they won the victory, the man was not happy because of the victory.

"Thank you, Uncle Senna... No, Your Excellency Regent." The young Marquis Charles was still a little unaccustomed to his current identity. But he knew that although he was nominally the monarch of the Marquis of Achaia, it would be almost impossible for Viscount Senna to stand on his side at the last moment.

Viscount Sena just waved his hand and said, "This is your decision, I just do it. But I hope you can listen to our suggestions more in the future." There was a hint of helplessness in his tone. If it weren't for the persistence of this child, the little fox of Moria would have died and was not buried.

Is this choice really correct? When I asked myself in my heart, Senna had no idea. If it weren't for the little prince beside him, he would never have chosen to stand on Justinian's side. However, in this way, Charles Charles Prit's love for Justinian was wiped out. In a sense, it was also a good thing. However, in his opinion, what the superiors need most is this kind of warmth, but should be like a fox, discovering traps, or a lion, and defeating wolves. All service for the sake of interests is the right choice. I believe that the young man named Justinian is also very clear about this. Now Charles Charles Charles Prit is shouldering the important task. As the regent, Viscount Senna must teach him quickly.

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"Attack, you must never let them escape again!"

Taking the initiative on the battlefield made the morale of the army under Justinian's command high, and the fierce Turkic cavalry chased and killed the fleeing enemies like a destruction.

In a short period of time, countless rebels chose to surrender. They no longer had the fighting spirit. Even the nobles who commanded them put down their weapons. In an instant, thousands of people were all disarmed, regardless of armor, weapons, or horses. These so-called soldiers who stayed behind and left behind actually knew that they were just cannon fodder. No one wanted to die in vain.

However, this wasted a lot of time, which slowed down the pace of the soldiers who were chasing the north. The rebels led by Leosgross were almost running into the city of Tripolis and could not catch up.

"Damn it!" Arslan cursed immediately, but there was no choice but to do anything. Justinian had issued an order to suspend the pursuit.

"Count the casualties, don't chase the enemy." It seemed that he was not particularly upset because he let Leosgross go away. Justinian seemed very calm and ordered the soldiers to gather them back and escort the prisoners of war to count the number.

"Yes, Lord Justinian." Although he did not understand the intention of the master in front of him, Arslan nodded and ordered his men to stop chasing and clean up the battlefield.

Soon the general casualties report was sent to Justinian, "My Lord Justinian, more than 700 casualties, and each company of the entire New Army Corps suffered casualties, killing more than 1,500 rebels and captives of nearly 2,000." Due to the previous tug-of-war, before the Latins intervened strongly, the fierce battle caused them to suffer more casualties. However, this was the best result.

Justinian just nodded silently, and glanced at the people who had experienced a bloody battle with his fairly clear eyes. After a long time, he finally spoke slowly: "Leave some people to guard the prisoners, and the rest of them have the ability to fight with me - it's time to make those betrayers pay the price!"

As soon as his voice fell, at this moment, all the soldiers who were ready to rush to give the order, responded in a coaxing response, and raised the weapons in their hands, and cheered, as if they poured out a resentment that had accumulated in their chest cavity for a long time.

"Long live!"

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"Long live!"

The cry rushed into the sky, attracting the Latin people next to them, but no one dared to laugh at this army that had experienced a bloody battle.

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In the city of Tripolis, the warning bell echoed above people's heads, making everyone in the city nervous. Anyone had guessed what was going on outside the city... Under the city, Justinian, who was considered a desperate situation by everyone, survived at the last moment, and now the end of the road was the man who thought he was sure to win.

"Open the door, open the door quickly!"

Behind Leosgros, the deserted nobles were already in a panic, fleeing to the city gate and ordering the soldiers guarding the city to let go quickly, while the pursuers behind them were not far from them, which made everyone very nervous.

"Sir Leo, what should we do now?" The Molia nobles who were dominated by fear were only thinking about how to find a way out. Even if they hid in the city of Tripolis, they would not last long with them.

"What else can I do? Retreat the city and watch it change." Duke Leo said coldly. At this moment, he was like a crazy gambler and would not choose the number of people until the last moment. However, in the army, the dissatisfaction of the Molia nobles with him finally broke out at this moment!

"Do you still have to go in and wait for death? You have to blame you for causing us to fall to our current level now, you madman!" Earl Coney, who was already very dissatisfied with Leo, took the lead in attacking.

The other nobles also became hysterical. The battle just now completely ruined their last wealth. Due to their betrayal, it is easy to imagine what the punishment Justinian would have brought. The more he thought about it, the more angry he felt, and the fear of Leosgros seemed to be gone, leaving only a full of resentment.

"You lied to us!"

"Look at what the Latin people you attract have done. You have completely destroyed Moria. Once the hundreds of years of family heritage is destroyed, we should not believe you!"

"We are now pulled out of this muddy water, and everyone is about to die!"

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The desperate words were filled with sadness and anger, and the nobles who were on the verge of collapse were already irrational. Until this time, these old nobles of Moria were still thinking about shirking responsibility, completely forgetting that it was their greed that led to the end of today.

But on the other hand, Leosgros showed a terrifying smile, full of bone-like coldness. At this time, the guards beside him drew out their swords, and the atmosphere seemed to solidify. It turned out that Leosgros, who had fled in a hurry, remained aware of the fact that most of the remnants around them were the private army of the Duke of Corinth.

At this moment, all the nobles who were excited just now closed their mouths and looked at each other. Now they are really alone and have nothing except the worthless aristocratic identity.

"Are you finally calm down? You trash?" Leosgros jokingly, but the man did not give up his last hope. He said with a harsh look in his eyes: "As long as the Grand Duke Anastasius is still in our hands, Justinian will be scruples. We have not lost this war yet! At worst, the end of the death, the jade and stones are destroyed. Do you still think you have a way out? Think about everything you did before, can that vengeful little fox really tolerate you who are covered in blood on your hands?"

The man's deafening voice sounded at this moment, making all the nobles present seem to be depressed and completely lost their previous anger. Now they have already accepted their fate, and they have lost the army in their hands. They are like dogs with broken backs. They have no choice except to choose to go to destruction with this crazy man.

All this is not over yet. Justinian, even if I really lose this time, I will not be able to win!

Leosgros, who showed his crazy face, turned his head and looked at the new Molia army and the Latin army who were chasing here. The sinister feeling made everyone around him feel very uncomfortable. At this moment, the man's eyes fell in front of the city of Tripolis in front of him again, as if he had decided something.

Let you take back this place at that time, only one dead city! Let those who hope you will be killed in front of your eyes will definitely make me happy. Leos Gross murmured to himself in his heart. If someone could hear his voice, he would definitely think he was a madman. But now this Duke of Leo no longer cared about anything, just thought about crazy revenge.

The gate of Tripolis was opened, and the defeated general retreated. Although it was almost wiped out, the strong fortress was enough to temporarily resist the pursuers outside. This delay was enough for Leosgros. Whether to join the Lascaris family or the Latins of Constantinople, he was calculating the value of the Moria nobles in his hands. Leosgros had already thought of his retreat.

But when the man saw that the man was greeting him in the city was not his confidant Mrs. Zoe, but a noble girl with a cold expression as if attending the funeral was looking at him indifferently, Leosgross's heart was so cold for the first time.

not good--

It's all said that Alexia, who should have been under house arrest, appears here.

"Catch her!"

The man who was shocked and angry roared angrily, but the "mob" behind Alexia had already been swept up like a tide, scaring the remaining defeated general behind Leosgross to move.

The unexpected Duke Leo put his hand on the scabbard around his waist as soon as possible. But it was still too late. The next moment, the man felt a sharp stinging feeling coming from his waist, and a hot stream of heat surged out and soaked his clothes. Leoskros looked behind him with an extremely astonishment, and saw a young man piercing his back with a dagger.

"It's you-"

"It's me."

The young nobleman named Forcas had no flattery in his face at this moment, but his indescribable perseverance, which made Leosgross realize it at this moment.

"So it was you - from the beginning?"

"Frocas replied calmly, and this made Leosgross smile helplessly.
Chapter completed!