"Plow our land with our swords! Let the Greeks know our determination. Our allies in Athens will also go south to help us soon. They invited Alexander of Memphis, the king of Thessalonika. As long as we join forces, the Greeks' death will be the last time!" Earl Senna told the nobles present another news, which made everyone feel refreshed.

Alexander of Memphis, his uncle was the leader of the Fourth Crusade, and he actually came to Molia. But then they suddenly realized that it was Justinian who killed the Marquis of Bonifax on the battlefield of Macedonia. It seemed that all the new and old hatreds had come. If there were 10,000 new forces under Alexander joining, everyone would be more confident of victory.

"We follow in your footsteps, Lord Senna!"

"It's time for us to take revenge!"

"Let them pay the price! Molia will be ours sooner or later."

After learning that there would be allies to join them in the war against Justinian, the Latin nobles were more confident. They agreed loudly and agreed. They either shouted, clapped their fists and slapped the table, and drew their swords.

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When the passionate nobles returned to their territory to recruit troops to prepare for battle, only Marquis Charles and Palace Cena remained in the chamber.

Charles Charles Prit, who had not spoken, suddenly tilted his head and looked at the palace beside him and said, "Earl Senna, why do we raise troops to deal with Justinian? He is obviously our benefactor?"

Although Charles Charles Prit was the nominal monarch of the Marquis of Achaia, he was still a childish boy who did not understand that the cruelty of political struggles was always to the death. In his opinion, they were able to escape Gotfrey's pursuit and regain the position of Marquis to Justinian's help.

Looking at the spotless boy in the eyes in front of him, Earl Sena sighed slightly in his heart. This was indeed a little heavy for a twelve-year-old child. He said calmly: "You will understand these things when you grow up. Now let me leave them for the time being, Your Highness!"

Looking at the resolute face of Earl Senna, Charlie nodded in ignorance. As Marquis William's illegitimate son, he was taken to his father very late, so compared to his peers, he did not have the keenness and iron blood of the knights and nobles. However, since Earl Senna, whom he respects very much, said this, then there should be no problem in choosing to trust him.

The waiters on both sides took the little marquis back to the palace residence. At this time, Senna was the only one sitting here in the empty chamber, and even the guards guarding at the door were driven away by him. Without saying a word, he looked at what seemed to be waiting for something, and the door in front of him was suddenly pushed open slowly.

When he walked in slowly, he was the person he had been waiting for to meet. If this scene was discovered by the nobles just now, it would inevitably cause an uproar. Because of this, Earl Senna chose to shut down all irrelevant people, and his stay here would not arouse other people's suspicion, but would only think that the palace prime minister was dealing with something important.

Standing in front of Senna was the governor of Pisa in Nafplion, Baron Pierre! He had been publicly standing on Justinian's side not long ago, and was also regarded as an enemy by the Latins. But now he appeared safely in the city of Corinth, and the Earl of Senna also received him calmly.

"Long time no see, old friend!" Pierre greeted him with a smile.

However, Earl Senna did not give the other party any good face and said with a stern face: "I haven't seen you for half a year, and don't get close to me. Tell me, what else should I do."

"Don't worry, I won't make you embarrassed. Besides, I'm just going to come here for Justinian this time." Baron Pierre laughed, and the face of a merchant-style man on his face made Earl Senna very disgusted.

"Why did Justinian send you to let me do this?" With a low face, Earl Sena asked at the Italian man in front of him. It was not his own idea to summon the nobles in the territory of the Achaean Quarter, but the actual promoter behind the scenes was Justinian himself. In this regard, Sena himself also found it incredible. In fact, it was still possible to barely suppress other nobles in the territory with his control. However, Justinian did not ask him to do that. Instead, it could promote the confluence of the three forces of the Achaean Quarter, the Principal of Athens and Alexander Memphira.

"Who knows this!" Pierre shrugged and suddenly said, "Maybe he just thought it was troublesome, so he might want to solve it at one time."

"Did you solve all of it? This is indeed the style of that little fox!"

"He is not a little fox! There are lions hidden in his body now."

The faint conversation of the two echoed in the empty hall, and they talked about each other, as if the fate of the tens of thousands of Latin troops that were about to merge had been written, just waiting for everything to happen step by step. Now they would not doubt Justinian's ability at all, but instead they would only guess that Justinian would do something else they could not imagine.

"I'm very curious. Will you really be at ease with the nobles under your command just to death like this?" Pierre asked with a playful smile. I'm afraid that the entire Achaean vassal state will be blinded by the man in front of him. Who would have thought that the supreme commander on his side was actually a spy of the enemy.

This was a sharp question, but there was no fluctuation in Earl Senna's eyes, and asked:

"What about you? Lord Pierre, can your conscience pass?"

"Why don't I go there? Those people have nothing to do with me." Earl Senna would ask himself such an obvious question, Pierre said strangely.

Senna breathed a long sigh and said slowly, "Yes, I have the same reason. The Marquis of Achaia still exists on the surface, but it has long been an empty stance. All I have in my hands is Corinth. To me, they are just vassals on the surface. When Marquis William was there, they bowed their heads, and when Gottfry was in a bad mood, they stood by. Now they were forced into a dead end by Justinian, so what does their life and death have to do with me?"

Everyone lives for the benefit, and this is the unbreakable truth that every visitor must understand from the First Crusade. They came not for wealth, not for the defense of faith and virtue, but for the hem of the God of Wealth. Justinian promised to give him and Charles Charles Prit the fiefs of Corinth and Patras forever to hereditary hereditary, which was the only reason why Senna chose to cooperate with the Greeks wholeheartedly.

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On the other side, Molia initially decided that after paying a considerable price, Justinian finally eliminated the last Byzantine warlords and controlled the entire military region. This was the first administrative unity of the military region in decades, and Justinian was able to greatly expand his strength. Because Neusky and Salius arrived in time to unite the Pisa people to eliminate the Molia rebels involved in the north, the other Latins around who wanted to rob the fire had no choice but to be cheap.

"All the Pronian nobles have given up their fiefdom jurisdiction, and the aristocratic tax paid is enough to collect a standing army of more than 10,000." This is Justinian's first attempt. What he wants to do is to reshape his army that is loyal to him wholeheartedly. The new Moria army is just the beginning.

As Justinian cleared all parts of the military region, he also bordered a large area of ​​Latin territories in the north. As the friction intensified, it was only a matter of time before the two sides broke the peace agreement and started a war. So he decided to make a bold battle plan, which was to actively lead three forces into Molia, use the Pisa navy from the sea to cut off the enemy's way, and force the enemy to seek a decisive battle and completely eliminate these Latin people.

Undoubtedly, if this could be done, Molia's worries about Justinian would be gone. And this place would become the strongest rear of Justinian's hands, providing Justinian with continuous wealth and troops. He would no longer have to worry about the threat of the Dukas family in the north. However, the only variable is that the gap between the enemy and us is too large, which is also the reason why Neusky strongly opposed it.

"It's too dangerous to do this! We just finished a bad battle, and what we should do now is to rest and not to continue to be militant."

Neusky tried to convince Justinian to give up. After all, at this time, the number of Latin rebels exceeded 30,000 at this time, and now Molia can only mobilize all the people in one go to collect less than 6,000 troops for Justinian. The strength of the enemy and us is too disparity. In Neusky's opinion, it is absolutely impossible to rely solely on command on the battlefield. Otherwise, even if it wins, it will be a victory for Pyros.

But in the end, Justinian went against the opposition and persuaded everyone to prepare for the war according to his plan.

"The Latins are already ready to move. When we are resting, they are already sharpening their knives. In such a situation, there is no other way than to take the initiative to attack."

After discussing the pros and cons, Justinian firmly expressed his desire to expel all the Latin people of Molia without leaving them, so that Molia's land would be filled with the imperial double-headed eagle battle flags.

Everything was going in an orderly manner. According to the report of the Earl of Senna, the little nobles of the Achaean vassal state were already ready to move, and the Latin army in Athens also recently showed that they were gathering. What was their purpose was clear at a glance, and this was exactly the effect Justinian wanted to see. The enemy's intelligence system had long been controlled by them.

However, at this moment, Mistraus delayed Justinian, which was many civilians who had been affected by the rebels. At this time, they all lost their money, and the village was destroyed by the rebels, and they were homeless. They had to come to Mistraus City miserably to seek Justinian's blessing, as long as they could get some money to settle down and establish a career. This was undoubtedly a big objection. For a time, there were refugees inside and outside the city, which also made Mistraus

After roughly investigating the situation, Justinian thought for a moment and generously placed the refugees in the fields around Mistras, distributed them to the land, and provided clothes and food. Such a generous decision made the refugees feel grateful to Justinian. Soon, the news here spread throughout Molia, causing many refugees to travel through mountains and rivers to come to Mistras for relief, among which there were even free people who escaped from the deep mountains to escape into serfs. He heard that there was a land split and they immediately gathered from all over the world to Justinian.

Justinian refused to accept this, and was still not stingy with money, as if the wealth in his hands was endless. Justinian, who spent money like flowing water, did not feel sorry for it at all. Anyway, he used the vault of the old thing Alexa III, and it was taken from the people. Now let these things be returned! After recruiting a large number of refugees, Justinian only had one condition, and these refugees must accept his recruitment unconditionally within the next year.

Watching the new craftsmen and workers up and down, repairing the Mystras walls, the former Spartan capital finally took shape and felt like a military district. At the same time, the Pisa merchant ships also quickly transported war horses and weapons at sea, and all civilians were organized at this time. The men participated in the militia to exercise their basic combat capabilities, while the women sewed the battle robe and washed clothes for the men.

In just a few days, the city turned into a solid fortress. Following the surrounding mountain passes, hills and bridges, Justinian also ordered the soldiers to build a large number of camps as the outer defense lines of Mistras. All of these camps were chosen to be built on dangerous terrain, and it seemed easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Everyone already knew the coming war, and the army of tens of thousands of Latin people was about to move south, but there was no panic in the city of Mistrasse. On the contrary, people lived their lives safely because they knew that the grains and soldiers of the entire Molia were transferred here continuously. Once the war began, this was the safest place.

Seeing all this going in an orderly manner, Justinian smiled and said to himself, "It's time to break up with these guys. If all these Latin nobles are killed, I don't know how ugly the faces of Prince Theodor and Emperor Mikhail will be." He smiled softly, but if he looked at the eyes carefully, he would find that there was no smile at all.
Chapter completed!