The rugged roads of the valley were full of corpses. After a fierce battle, the rebels who died and injured were wiped out. Even the lord Betoni himself died in a melee. In the deadly valley, Justinian and his subordinates were exhausted. They finally won and defeated all the enemies. At this moment, none of the weapons and armor in their hands were intact. If they hadn't set up an ambush in advance and the sudden attack, they would have been afraid that they would have died without a place to bury themselves. But even so, Justinian still felt that the casualties and injuries were severe. Even his left wrist was shot with an arrow. If it weren't for the protection of the chain mail, he would have been disabled.

And Salius took off his helmet and still took the orderly counting the casualties and meticulously.

"A total of thirty people were killed in battle and ten were seriously injured, but fortunately, they were not in danger of life for the time being."

Salius said without emotion and reported their losses on the battlefield to Justinian. In this battle, they wiped out nearly four hundred enemies. Although most of the opponent escaped, they were just some mobs, and none of the main forces of the rebels and the leaders of the rebels escaped. At this time, the sound of people and horses came from the mountain pass, which made all the exhausted people present subconsciously tighten their center.

If there were any enemy, those who were so tired that they could not get weapons would be in danger. When they saw the people clearly, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was not the rebels, but the Niusky who rushed over to pick up. Under Justinian's order, he led the Mistras militia to guard the mountain pass and captured the remaining fleeing rebels.

And when he entered the valley, Neuski was completely shocked by the scene in front of him.

Although the rebellious nobles in the north looked small, they had accumulated considerable strength behind their backs. With the support of the Latins, they should have been quite powerful enemies. However, these arrogant guys who had looted many market towns and were completely annihilated by Justinian within one morning.

At this moment, Neuski came with the subsequent army, but they could only clean the battlefield and collect the spoils. The militia were stunned at the scene they saw. After a while, they rushed to take off their armored rebel equipment, carried their long-handed weapons, picked up the seized spoils all over the ground, and cheered excitedly. They finally let out a deep breath. Over the past period of time, they were stabbed by their relatives and friends in their hometowns in the back and were named as cowards. Today, the culprit who caused all this was finally punished. Although they were not killed by them personally, the joy and comfort were self-evident.

The soldiers looked at the young man standing on the hillside at this moment, as if they were looking up at the gods, full of awe and worship. I wonder who was the first to shout below:

"Long live Justinian!"

Immediately afterwards, the entire valley was filled with the shouts of soldiers shouting long live, and it rang straight into the valley entrance and echoed through the sky.

Justinian looked at his eyes calmly, waiting for the cheers of the soldiers to calm down, and the sword in his hand was raised above his head, and he shouted loudly: "Soldiers, I understand your mood. You are so eager for a victory to wash away your shame. Because we were all proud of the same thing, that is, we are all soldiers of the Roman Empire. We followed the Roman emperor to fight against pagans and heresy. We were born great, and before the Latins came to the holy land, we resisted the Saracens, Turks, and Peneg! Countless aliens broke into sand in Constantinople, but we were suffered

The betrayal of allies! The Latins enslaved our people and divided our lands, calling us the Greeks who wanted to let us sink and forget our humiliation and accept our incompetence. But from now on, everything will be gone, and we will put the eagle flag back on the city of Constantinople, and let the imperial army return to its former glory again. Eagles of the empire, follow me! We will sprint in Molia, in Epirus, in Macedonia, in Trabizon, and let the eagle flag shine in all places blessed by Christ. You do not have to fight for me, you are fighting for the empire, fighting for yourself! Long live the empire!”

"Long live the empire!"

With a shout, all the Roman soldiers also shouted, this unprecedented enthusiasm had not appeared on them for a long time, and the blood that had been gradually cooling down once again boiled.

Justinian looked at everything in front of him silently and felt mixed emotions. Suddenly, his eyes turned dark and he staggered and fell down the hillside. Fortunately, Salius, who was beside him, quickly supported him with a quick eye.

"Sir Justinian, are you okay?"

Looking at Justinian, who was exhausted, Zelius couldn't help but worry. After all, Justinian hadn't seen each other for three days, let alone after a fierce battle, he was afraid that he really had no strength inside and outside.

But the weak Justinian shook his head and showed his joy and said, "Don't worry, I'm just a little tired, just let me rest here. You and Neuski are now heading to Castaña immediately. The Pisa people should have already taken action at this time. Go and pick them up."

There are still many difficulties in getting those castles with the small amount of Pisa caravan, but if the defenders in the city know that their main force has been wiped out and the lord has a different body and head, then the rest can be made.

"Remember that as soon as the castles in Castani area are occupied, the fortifications will be renovated immediately. The news here will reach Athens and Corinth at least three days. At that time, the Latin nobles who are ready to move will inevitably have bad thoughts. But we still have to buy time now... Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!