In the wilderness of the Thessali area, an army was slowly moving northward. At the forefront of the team, a wild black fox was dancing on the red flag. This was the new Molia army set out from Athens. After completing the assembly, the army was advancing towards the destination of the trip Thessalonika.

But two days have passed, and the army has not reached the border of Macedonia through the narrow Thessaly hills. The entire army is not slow in pace, but it is more like an armed parade than an armed parade.

Under the army, the person who was wearing heavy armor to dispatch everything was not Justinian, but Earl of Fortress. The new head of the Papadoros family is now in charge of the entire army. As the new noble promoted by Justinian, Fortress, who made great contributions to pacifying Leosgrace, has been responsible for guarding the Modon Fortress in the south after getting married to Alikhia. This time, he also brought the Papadoros family's army to the expedition. Now that Justinian is away, the mess in front of him makes him feel extremely overwhelmed.

What exactly is Lord Justinian thinking?

Forcas couldn't understand it for a moment. He thought that after he had dealt with the Pisa people, Justinian, who had obtained those warships, could lead the army to rescue Thessalonika, who was in danger. But Justinian did not choose to do so. Instead, he handed over the entire fleet to the pirates with suspicious origins and unknown identities, and at this time, he simply left the large army with a small number of cavalry. This was really unreasonable!

Now, the entire army is moving in the deserted wilderness at an extremely slow speed. The long journey has made the soldiers' logistics tight, which is completely unworthy of the loss. Faucas, who was completely unable to understand Justinian's approach, looked at the army walking behind him with concern and sighed. The problem they are facing now is not only logistics, but also more threats. However, just as soon as they left Molia's territory, some new recruits were abandoned. Justinian ordered the head of the deserter to be cut off and suppressed the commotion among the soldiers with iron blood. But Faucas knew that fear could not support an army. Moreover, they are now completely naked targets in the unblocked wasteland. Now, many eyes must be staring at them. Realizing this, Faucas subconsciously shivered.

Logically, Justinian should have known this, but what was he for leaving here at this time? Forcas, who had never waited for news, couldn't help but become anxious, but he had no way to order the troops to stop moving forward, because this was what Justinian told him repeatedly before leaving. The helpless man had to continue to order the scouts and cavalry to go out for investigation, but what he didn't know was that at this moment, the movements of the entire army were being peeked by a group of malicious people.

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"Their scouts have left!"

The man riding on the horse was eager to hold the reins in his hand tightly, waiting for his leader to give him a command.

However, the man hiding behind the stone hill still did not do anything, staring at the marching army in front of him. The bandit leader Scadenon's cautious attitude made the robbers under his command impatiently. These desperate people who licked blood at the knife never knew what fear was. They only knew that after finishing this order, they would enjoy their wealth and glory.

"Boss!"

"It's not time yet, Rahman! All we have to do is to keep the speed of the army as fast as possible. Although it walks like a foal, if you act rashly, it will only be cheaper for the bastards of Faisal Ibn of Montenegro. So after my orders, when they pass, we will burn the last baggage team." Skadenon obviously chose the safest way. In fact, he had been following the army for a day and a night, and he finally thought of the best way to reduce the maximum loss. Without food and grass, the army's progress will inevitably be ineffective.

"This is a good idea!" Although he was rough, after hearing his leader's words, the bandits nodded one after another, waiting for the target they hoped to appear like evil wolf.

But just as they were focusing all their attention in front of them, a strange voice sounded from behind them.

"It's indeed a good idea, but unfortunately I thought it was so beautiful that I couldn't bear to disturb your dreams."

"Who?!" The robbers turned around in shock, and only saw a young man standing on the hill behind them.

I saw that the young man riding on a war horse began to introduce himself: "I am very happy to meet you. After all, you have been here for a day and a night. Let me introduce myself. I am the master of the army in front of you."

Justinian looked down on the hundreds of Thessaly bandits in the West in front of him as if they were looking at nothing before them, and such a arrogant expression undoubtedly angered the simple-minded robbers-they did not think about why the other party found that they appeared behind them without knowing it.

"You actually dare to come to him and kill him!"

"Kill this guy!"

The bandits roared angrily, but they didn't know that they had been trapped by the bait prepared by Justinian for them. Looking in front of them, Justinian said in a mocking tone: "Is this your courage? Why didn't it show it before? When the army comes, don't you just dare to hide behind the stones and tremble with fear? But at this time, you are self-righteous... It turns out that because of this, you will be used as a knife!"

The sigh of regret that the iron was not strong enough to make steel fell, and the next moment, behind Justinian, a figure of a cavalry appeared in front of everyone on the slope, like a Great Wall standing on the hillside.

And this is the cavalry attendants Justinian took away before. Although there were only more than fifty people, they were all elite riders who had experienced previous bloody battles. They just held up the spear in their hands, and their huge momentum was so overwhelming that they could not breathe.

"Either surrender or die!" Justinian, condescendingly, gave an ultimatum like a judge.

The bandit who was frightened by this scene had no idea what to do. Scadennon's lips trembled, and his heart began to shake.

However, before he could reply, the next second, the fierce war horse and cold cavalry pilled hard. The bandits' troops: soldiers wearing leather armor were undisciplined, and even if there were cavalry riding, they were pack horses or donkeys. Looking at the charge of the Roman cavalry, they were panic in a panic.

"Wait for feeding the wild dogs." The riders whispered in a low voice on the war horses. In an instant, dozens of cavalrymen stepped down from the top of the hills, but their momentum was like a large army emerging all over the mountains.

As the vanguard rider's horn sounded, the low and long horns were like the cold wind from the north, depriving all the vitality of wherever they passed. Such oppression made people chill.

The desperate bandits sprinkled a rain of arrows, but the short bows in their hands could not bring any threat to the heavy armor on the rider. The first wave had no sense of existence, and the second wave was like scratching the itch through the shoe. When the archer put the third arrow on the bowstring, the Roman cavalry's cavalry's spear had already hit them. In an instant, a creepy scream sounded, accompanied by the wail of the first person before his death, under the impact of the cavalry, the bandits tried to surround each other and easily collapsed, and the timid robbers retreated one after another. But the speed of their escape was as fast as the cavalry behind them.

Scardennon looked at everything that was happening in front of him, and at this moment, he felt a blank in his mind. This was completely different from what the adult had agreed to. What kind of terrifying existence he had provoked?
Chapter completed!