"Son of the Chief at the foot of the mountain, you have already got what you want, and we are ready to go. When will you fulfill your promise?" The Albanian chiefs who were waiting for Justinian to come out outside the valley asked in a deep voice. Although they knew that Justinian was noble, the mountain people would never be willing to work for others in vain. According to the previous agreement, Justinian must provide them with weapons, armor and food for the winter for the women and children.

Looking at the other party's burning gaze, Justinian said calmly: "How could I bring so much food, weapons and armor alone? You can go to my military camp with me."

"Why do we believe your words? This may be a trap. We just want to deceive us and harm us." When we heard that Justinian was trying to let them go with him, some mountain people became obviously alert.

Looking at the other party's reaction, Justinian couldn't help but hold his forehead slightly and asked, "Otherwise, aren't you afraid that I will never return when I go back alone?"

"If you dare to lie to us, the Qingshigang tribe will definitely chase you to the ends of the world." Bogdani, behind him, stared at Justinian with wide eyes, showing a horrifying expression.

"So too!"

"And the stalactite tribe!"

Then the other Albanians also said in unison that this was the first time they were so united.

"The chief of the tribe at the foot of the mountain has deceived us before, and we will never be fooled this time, so this time you leave and you must leave one person as a hostage." Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, the elders of the tribe who had been discussing for a long time slowly walked out of the crowd and told Justinian the conditions.

"Responsively, we can also send a few people to go back with you," Bogdani and other tribes agreed. "But this guy around you must stay. Before we get the promised weapon and food, this guy's life is ours." The Albanian pointed to Sergius beside Justinian.

Justinian turned his head and looked at the monk beside him with a smile on his face.

"Honor is over." Sergius blinked and smiled, shrugged his shoulders.

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Between the mountain road from Epirus to Agrignon, a broken side wall lies in the middle. This was built hundreds of years ago to resist the Slavs's going south. It has long been forgotten by most people. Now it has become the forefront of the civil war confrontation between Prince Theodor and Emperor Mikhail. Both sides have been constantly fighting for the ownership of Western Macedonia, so the Pebble Fort has become an important warning outpost to monitor the emperor's army for the prince. However, with Theodor Ducas being assassinated, the contact with the rear was lost. More than 500 soldiers stationed here were also in the dilemma of being without a leader. There was no food in the fort, but there was no supply for a long time, which made these soldiers stationed here even more anxious.

"Little Dmitry."

"General Terendes." Seeing his commander calling him, the young soldier hurried forward. To be precise, he was no longer an ordinary soldier. Due to his excellent combat, Little Dmitry had been promoted to the captain of a team and could be regarded as a grassroots officer. In the middle of the night, his boss called him over, and he couldn't help but wonder what it was for.

Terendes, who was on the side, was also looking at his young subordinates. He was fifty years old this year, with sparse hair on his head and a messy and decadent beard. He had already passed the age of the most prosperous and powerful. Although he was a general, he could only be responsible for stationing in this dilapidated castle. Therefore, he was willing to promote the energetic young people in the army. In his opinion, wasting his youth in the bitter and cold land was undoubtedly a waste. Today, he asked the captain of his subordinates to come over and handed over important things to him.

"How about asking you to count the inventory in the warehouse during the day?" asked Terendes. He had been taking over here for more than a year. When he first came, the pebble castle was so dirty that it was impossible to live in. Later, under his leadership, it was built a little decent. However, there was no supply from the rear for several months, and the personnel were consumed continuously, so the man was worried about the supply of food and supplies, so he ordered Little Dmitry to take stock.

The young officer did not disappoint his commander, and Dmitry immediately reported all the results of the busy day to Terendes.

"There are some money and food in the warehouse on the east side of the castle, but it is only enough for two weeks. We still need clothes for winter, but the cloth and cotton promised in the back have not been delivered yet."

"I already know all of this." The general frowned slightly. What he wanted was not these. "What I need to know now is not what we lack, but what else."

Although Dmitry was smart, it was obvious that the accident in this area had not been fully grasped. The young man who reacted quickly changed his words: "Yes! In addition to the ones just now, there are three hundred chain mails and five hundred mature cowhide armor in the armored arsenal on the west side, and all the maintenance is pretty good. The number of weapons is also right, enough for people in the city to have several pieces, and even the bowstrings are aging, it is not very banned. By the way, we also gained a lot when cleaning the old ruins, General." Speaking of this, Dmitry's tone was a little excited, which also made Terendes interested. Although the pebble castle was dirty and messy, there were indeed many forgotten places in it, and maybe there would be unexpected surprises.

"Let me tell me," asked Terendes.

"It's the wine of a whole cellar!" Dmitry almost got excited when he said the news, which was also the surprise when he and the other soldiers discovered the cellar. They had been stationed here for a long time and were far away from the crowd. Heisei had no chance to get in touch with alcohol. It was no wonder that he was so excited, but his joyful expression was quickly severely interrupted.

"Nonsense! I'm still thinking about these things at this time!" Terendes, who looked serious, angrily scolded, scared little Dmitry, who was originally smiling, quickly shrank his head. He didn't expect that the chief's reaction would be so intense.

"Do you know that the enemy may attack here at any time? What do we need now? Weapons are armor, and more weapons. More armor, including food and food to support it. It is hopeless to think about enjoying the cup at this time. Cough cough--" The excited Terendes coughed violently, which made Dmitry even more ashamed when he saw this scene.

And Terendes did not continue to blame him, but ordered: "The cellar will be sealed later. It will not be too late to enjoy these things in the future. Taking them out now will only shake the morale of the army."

"Yes, General, I know I'm wrong."

"Ahem, alas, the dangers on the battlefield are changing rapidly. If you don't even have this consciousness, you can't survive." Terendes sighed, "Are there anything else to discover?" The man still had hope and tried to take out some useful things from the ruins of his predecessors.
Chapter completed!