"Did you just let that man go?" Arslan asked with Justinian and sent Semius Fendini out of Frachaburg. After the leader of the Vadalites made a request to return to the tribe alone and persuaded his tribe, Justinian agreed without hesitation and brought the people to see him off in person.

However, Arslan, who followed his father to see the world, had to disagree with the people he was loyal to.

"Are you worried about something?" Justinian, who looked at the Turks beside him, asked calmly, who noticed the dialect of the other person.

In response to this, Arslan did not deny it and nodded, "There are some, although it is a rumor, but you should have heard that the Vadaritas were originally a group of the Magyar tribe and were taken in by the empire. So are they really reliable? What if that man deceived you and left with his tribe without authorization or even turned against the Magyars? You should let me go with him."

Originally, Arslan proposed this and said it in front of Semius, but what puzzled him was that Justinian rejected it.

Justinian replied at this time: "Arslan, has the reason for my doing this been explained a long time ago? When Caesar faced the Germans' reliance on Gaul's soldiers, he would not consider the danger of being wiped out in the war in Asia. Similarly, when he led the Valangi Guard to wipe out the rebels, he would not care about their service to King Ross' besiege of Constantinople - no doubt, no doubt. This is my attitude. Since I have shown that I believe in Semius, then all other actions are redundant."

This is the real reason why Justinian did this. The gap between the Vadarita and the Bulgarians cannot be easily resolved. At this moment, he sent anyone to the unknown person to think that the coercion against Semius was ultimately backfired. But the most important thing is that he did believe in Semius' commitment to him. It is by no means a big gamble for him to let him leave.

"So that's what you think..." Looking at the person he followed quietly, Arslan thought about it. At this moment, he finally understood why he was willing to follow this young man. Even though he was in a high position, Justinian was still very different from other Roman nobles. He had a classical spirit that was most precious since the empire fell and was constantly losing. It was with this spirit that the Roman Empire was called the Roman Empire. Although the Turks have always been known for their capriciousness and rebelliousness, Arslan was deeply honored to be loyal to the right object at this moment.

But Justinian knew nothing about what Arslan thought, and he was looking at the vast wasteland outside Fracha Castle and murmured:

"Of course, it's the same for you, Neuski and those who follow you."

"But in this way, it means we are about to face a tough battle."

"We are facing less hard battles, at least I think this should never be the worst situation we face." Justinian chuckled and pulled the reins back to the horse and returned to the city.

In response to this, Arslan shrugged helplessly, but the originally solemn expression on his face suddenly became much more relaxed.

Because, as Justinian said, the situation is not too bad now.

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At this moment, in the Western Front of Fort Frachar, Justinian was still doing his best to mobilize all his strength to resist the upcoming Magyar invasion, on the battlefield on the Eastern Front - whether it was the Sermium Army nobles who supported Ivan Assen or the Paradonnaun Army who supported Borier Assen, he finally changed his original state of being still. It seemed that he would finally make some big moves.

But all this is just a sign, and it is as difficult as a strong ship breaking the ice. After all, the two are still waiting for the best time to decide to give the other party a final fatal blow, but now the time left for them is getting less and less.

In the summer of 2016, after the assassination of Tsar Karoyan, the outbreak of the Bulgarian throne had lasted for three months. Three months was actually not a long time for a war, especially for the countries here, but the suffering it brought was already very painful for the civilians living on this land.

In this regard, the nobles of the north and south had already realized this. The confrontation between the two sides actually turned Bulgaria into a huge furnace. If they continued to do so, they would probably die together. Therefore, although the main forces of both sides gathered on the eastern front, the commanders of the two sides secretly focused on the important military center in the west - Vlachaburg.

The former hoped that the Magyars would go straight to the base camp of the Southern Army and attacked them from the front and back, while the latter hoped to crush this plan to use the defense line he built in Tournovo to cast into a flesh-and-blood mill to consume their opponents.

Therefore, before I knew it, an originally inconspicuous fortress military town suddenly became the key to a decisive battle.

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"Ahem - it's so choking! I feel like a piece of authentic smoked meat, and I can start it with a little pepper! Hahahaha!" A rude laughter sounded at this time, arousing the Bulgarian man beside him.

The man who laughed was dressed in the decoration of Husar cavalry, and was still hilarious when he looked at the scene in front of him.

A large army behind him was now moving in the vast wilderness, and he was the leader of the Magyar mercenaries who were invited by the Bulgar nobles to go south. They crossed Belgrade and crossed the Danube River. They drove straight into the road without any obstacles, but looking at the night fire ignited on the wasteland in front of them, they were helpless.

I saw that the dry wasteland was full of weeds that were more than one person tall growing aimlessly. It was precisely because of this that the wildfire was like a violent poisonous snake swaying its curves frantically and angrily.

Before they got close, the people of Magyar could already feel the scorching waves slapping the pores of their skin, and the smoke that flowed out also made the surrounding scene look turbid gray. If you inhale it, it would inevitably bring needle-like stimulation to the lungs. This experience really made the fierce Magyar people feel afraid.

So, the new army that had originally traveled to Fort Vlacha also stagnated. However, this made John Assen, the representative of the Bulgarian nobles who were traveling with him, very dissatisfied with the envoy sent by Ivan Assen.

He watched the Magyar commanders complain constantly and complained, and had no intention of entering. This made him feel more and more impatient. At this moment, he saw that Magyar's leader laughed and finally couldn't help but ask:

"Jonosh Khan, we have been here for almost half a day. When will you wait? If you are blocked for a long time, it will affect His Highness Ivan's next action. At the same time, it will also make the rebels in Vlachaburg more fully prepared. This is not a good thing for you, right? What are you planning?"

"You still need to ask, of course you are waiting for the fire that is in trouble to be put out."

"When will we have to wait! We don't have so much time to waste on this! This is just a wildfire. Wouldn't it be faster for the army to force breakthrough?!" John Assen was short of anger for a moment and said angrily. He really didn't expect the other party to be so absent-minded.
Chapter completed!