The dew in the morning had not yet dried, but the Bulgarian army that had come out of their nests had already embarked on the road of pursuit. When the northern nobles received the generous promise of Ivan Assen, their previous concerns were swept away and they immediately fell into fanaticism, hoping to immediately catch up with the noble army of Paradunnaong who had fled south in a hurry.

For them, this war is no longer just a civil war for the throne of Ivan himself, but also a great war for victory for their own interests. For this reason, they will do whatever it takes to know that when all the destroyed southern aristocratic territories will be divided by them, it will mean that the political structure of the entire Bulgarian Kingdom will be completely changed. No one will miss this great opportunity to expand their strength.

It was precisely because Ivan Asen captured the nobles' psychology that convinced them to pursue and retreat the southern army with him. Now, he was determined to win. As long as he defeated the other side, the victory of the civil war would belong to him. As for agreeing to give the territory of the southern nobles to the northern nobles in exchange, Ivan Asen knew the dangers in this, but he had this confidence that it was enough to control the entire situation.

The only thing that made him a little afraid was not actually because of Boriel Arsen or the old rival Earl Connortin, but actually justinian who had never met since his appearance.

When he received a warning from the Venetian before, he became alert and sent people to pay attention to the other party's every move, but from beginning to end, Justinian did not move anything, which made Ivan Assen very uneasy.

But the elite new Molia army never left his sight. What Justinian was still setting up in secret made him puzzled.

But this will not allow him to give up halfway and give up this great opportunity to annihilate the main force of the Paradunnaong noble army. As long as he wins a complete victory in this battle, the entire Bulgarian Kingdom will be declared, and no one can challenge his status.

"No matter what cleverness you are playing, you can't change all this anymore, Justinian. Even your new Moria army will be completely wiped out when facing thousands of Magyar cavalry."

Looking into the distance, Ivan Assen said secretly, and this was the reason why he chose to pursue the Southern Army. Just three days ago, he received a letter from his clan brother John Assen, who confirmed that they had succeeded in Frachar Fort, and thousands of Mazar mercenaries were circling and blocking the retreat of the noble army of Paradunnawan. This is why he insisted on sending troops to pursue.

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At this time, on the other side, the panicked southern nobles were retreating to the southwest at this moment. Most people didn't know why Earl Connortin and Grand Duke Borier chose to retreat.

However, in many people's eyes, such a move is equivalent to defeat, because Turnovo, the heart of the empire, actually bowed and refused to resist. Such inaction really disappointed them. At this moment, there was a little turmoil in the army, and the dissatisfaction and pessimism affected everyone's nerves.

"Stay rest and hurry up again." The overnight march made the army exhausted at this moment. After all, this retreat involved the safety of tens of thousands of people, and all the weapons, food, and supplies should be indispensable. In order to prevent people from falling behind, Earl Connortin repeatedly ordered the army not to march too fast, but such actions were simply unreasonable in the eyes of other nobles.

You should know that they are retreating now, not armed parades. The future ahead is unknown, and there will inevitably be pursuit from the northern army later. However, whether it is Grand Duke Borier or Earl Connortin, they seem to have no intention of being nervous at all, which is really incomprehensible to other nobles.

"It's okay if His Highness Boriel is young, why is even Mr. Connouting like this!"

"Did even he give up struggling..."

"Shh, be careful what you say...it would be bad if you hear it."

"What's there to be afraid of? Humph, even a Count defected, it's not my turn."

The nobles were whispering in private, and obviously their dissatisfaction was already accumulating - and this was undoubtedly the most deadly for an army. These southern nobles themselves chose to support Borier Assen, just like the northern nobles, and most people are disappointed with their current situation and results. It is impossible to say that no one has given up. Once they really reach the critical moment of life and death, there are only a handful of those who are loyal to Borier Assen and even the southern nobles.

But now it is not that far--but the prospect can be predicted, and the worried Boriel Assen is still paced repeatedly in the tent, feeling very nervous. On the side of him, Earl Connortin ignored it and said calmly:

"Your Highness, no matter how anxious you are, you can't change anything."

"But this is related to the lives of tens of thousands of people. How can you tell me not to be anxious and my morale is getting lower and lower - do you really want to bet on a Greek?" I could not understand his uncle's approach, and I heard Boriel Arsen say in a trembling voice. Although Justinian's sudden appearance not long ago seemed to have a turning point in the battle, the next battle plan he and Earl Connortin made him feel crazy.

Indeed, once he wins, he will win once and for all in this civil war, but if he is not careful, it means that he and tens of thousands of other soldiers will also be able to die without a place to bury him.

At this time, Count Connouting sighed deeply and said, "Your Highness, in this situation, it is no longer the time to weigh the pros and cons, but to reverse the current crisis. Even if we do not, we cannot hold on to Turnova, and we will also fall into a huge passive at that time. Instead of doing so, it is better to fight to the death, and there may be a glimmer of hope. Now the dice has been rolled and there is no room for maneuver."

This sentence is very familiar to every person on the land ruled by the Roman Empire. It was said when the real creator of the empire, Gaius Julius Caesar, resolutely started a war with the Senate to attack Rome. The monarchs who truly achieved great achievements never lacked meticulous thoughts, but they also had the decision of a gambler and would not give up the opportunity to win because of looking forward and looking back.

At this moment, the atmosphere suddenly solidified and fell into silence for a long time. But at this moment, suddenly, there was a riot outside for some reason. In the camp, Borier Assen and Earl Connortin both felt the sound of the horse hooves trampling on the ground. Obviously, the pursuers chased after them faster than they expected.

"Are you finally here?"
Chapter completed!