"Retreat, retreat quickly!" On the deck, the pirates who suffered heavy casualties just ran away with their tails between their legs, not even caring about their companions. The Venetians were also stunned by the scene that happened in front of them.

The powerful Russians appeared from the ships that had approached before, and as soon as they joined the battlefield, they defeated the unsuspecting Saracens with a devastating force.

Seeing the pirates hurriedly jumping off the deck and returning to their boats to prepare to escape, Giovanni, who didn't care much, quickly shouted at the group of Ross people whom he didn't know at all: "Quickly intercept them! Don't let them escape.

Got it!"

I almost died because of this group of pirates before, and now I want to kill them all to avenge myself. How can I just let them go!

However, the Russian soldiers turned a deaf ear to the Venetian's call and orders. After repelling the pirates, they did not pursue it and allowed the Saracens to escape in a small boat. Soon, Giovanni led

The sailors following him could only watch as the pirates fled, and it was too late to pursue them.

"What are you doing? Why did you let them run away!" Seeing the pirates being let go just like that, Giovanni was furious and turned his anger on the Russians who were watching indifferently.

But as soon as he finished speaking, an arm as thick as a tree trunk grabbed the Venetian man by his collar and lifted him up.

"Noisy!" An accent that smelled of frozen snowfields sounded in Giovanni's ears, and it turned out to be Greek that he could understand! The Venetians were as defenseless as chickens

.

Seeing this, the surrounding sailors quickly wanted to rescue them, but the tomahawks and broad-bladed swords in the hands of the Russians lay in front of them, which frightened the Venetians who only had short spears and swords in their hands.

"Let...let me go! Do you know who I am?" Giovanni, who was twisting his neck and struggling, yelled angrily. He had never been so humiliated by being picked up by the other party! But no matter how he turned around, the other party's

The big hand pulled him as effortlessly as if he was carrying a small object.

"It seems that you haven't thought about the correct way to talk." The Ross man snorted harshly, and then raised his hand a lot higher. Suddenly Giovanni felt his collar.

The child turned into a gallows, strangling him so hard that he couldn't breathe.

Soon, the Venetian gave up his unrealistic resistance. He panted and compromised: "Okay, I understand. Please show your respect. I know what to do." Seeing that these Russians are not good people,

, Giovanni also understood that he would never eat something hard, so he immediately changed his previous attitude.

And this was indeed effective. The man who was holding him grunted, "That's about right. It's really easier to deal with you guys like this." After that, the other party put down Giovanni, who was about to be strangled to death.

, and threw him on the deck.

"Sir Giovanni!" The sailors quickly helped the fallen nobleman up, but Giovanni pushed them away without appreciation. At this time, he saw clearly the true appearance of the man who had caught him before.

A strong man who stood like a bell tower was worthy of being a descendant of the Vikings. The Ross man in front of him was stronger and taller than his men. No wonder he was picked up with one hand.

Giovanni looked around again, and saw dozens of burly Russian men on the deck in front of him staring directly at him. The Venetian noble felt his heart was shaking, but at this moment, an idea flashed in his mind. Uncharacteristically, the arrogant noble hurriedly

He changed his face, apologized to the Russian people in front of him, and said, "I was anxious just now and didn't want to let the pirates go, so I said something rude. Thank you for your help in saving our ship."

"That's pretty much it." Yaroslav puffed out his chest. This was exactly the effect he wanted. As he spoke, he pointed to the distance on the sea and said: "There was a long-standing relationship between those pirates and our Russian Brotherhood.

There is a festival, how could we let them go? If you don’t believe it, just look!”

Looking in the direction that the Ross man pointed, Giovanni saw that the pirate ship that had just escaped had somehow sunk at sea! He could only hear the desperate roar of the Saracens in the distance, and their speedboat was far away.

There was still some distance to the coast, and it was almost impossible to swim across. Looking at the half-sinked hull, Giovanni was sure that even the best sailors would only die in the belly of the fish. He turned around and looked around.

Looking at the Russians who were admiring all this with their arms folded, the Venetian nobles suddenly understood - it turned out that they had cut open the bottom of the pirates' ship before, and they did not pursue them because they deliberately let the pirates drown in the sea. Thinking of this, Qiao

Varney couldn't help but shudder, and subconsciously became vigilant in his heart. What exactly was the origin of this group of unidentified Russians, and what was their purpose in coming here?

The Venetian man who was hesitant to speak didn't know how to test each other for a moment. Both sides were silent on the deck. At this time, a young voice came.

"Mr. Yaroslav, how long are you going to wait? Really, the Teutons on the ship are impatient with waiting!" Igor climbed up gruntingly as he climbed up the rope from the side of the ship.

He urged in a dignified manner.

Yaroslav also cooperated and spat on the deck with his hands on his hips, grabbed the thin Igor and said angrily: "These Germans! They didn't stop for a moment when they set off from the Holy Land, don't worry about it.

Them! Tell them that it will take at least several days to get to Taranto. We have to go to Thessaloniki to replenish fresh water and food on the way. If they want to rush there quickly, they should stop talking about it.

.”

"Thessaloniki, you are coming from the Holy Land to Thessaloniki?" When he heard the conversation on the other side, Giovanni's eyes lit up and he vaguely felt that there was some opportunity waiting for him. So he gave up.

Suspicion in my heart walked up and started a conversation.

"Who are you?" Igor asked pretendingly, tilting his head and looking at the Venetian man who came forward.

And Giovanni, who had no doubt that he was there, no longer concealed his identity and introduced himself: "A few of them have come from afar, and the news from the Holy Land is somewhat limited. I guess they don't know what happened in Thessaloniki.

!”

"Aren't they just those Crusaders? Well, look at the people on the boat behind us. Those people are also coming back from Jerusalem. They are a group of German monks and knights. I heard that there are several people with Memphis in Thessalonica.

The Marquis has a good friendship." Igor replied with a shrug.

Seeing that the Russians in front of him really had no information, Giovanni immediately laughed and explained to them: "It seems that some of them really don't know something. The Marquis of Memphis unfortunately died in the battlefield a year ago. Now, now

Thessaloniki is being controlled by a Greek mob, and I guess you won’t be welcomed when you go there, especially the Teutons you call them.”

"Oh, as long as you give enough money, the business will be done anyway, right?" Yaroslav said nonchalantly, as if he didn't take the Venetian's words to heart.

Seeing this, Giovanni immediately added another sentence, reminding: "But there is a war breaking out there now. The coalition forces from Epirus and Bulgaria are besieging Thessaloniki. I think you should go there to replenish supplies.

It’s unlikely.”

Hearing such news, Yaroslav put on a troubled look on his face, "This... is really unlucky. Wouldn't it be a long detour? Damn it, I should have stopped at Rhodes Island. Our fresh water

Can you still reach other supply points?”

Asked Igor on the side, Igor quickly waved his hand and replied: "I'm afraid it's a bit confusing."

"Damn it!" The "angry" Yaroslav punched the mast with his fist, causing the sail to sway precariously in mid-air.

At this time, the Venetian with a smile on his face came forward and told the Russian in front of him his long-prepared proposal.

"Everyone, for the sake of your help before, the issue of supplies will be taken care of by me. But before that, I wonder if you are willing to help me with the next small favor?" Giovanni looked at this group of Ross who had extraordinary fighting ability.

The man's mind had already become active, and coupled with what the other party said that there were actually returning Teutonic knights on the ship, the Venetian, who immediately realized that he was lucky, decided to win over him no matter what.
Chapter completed!