Under the cover of the night, everything went so smoothly, easily snuck out of their residence, and the Pisa guarding there was so lazy that they didn't notice that someone left under their noses.

It has to be said that the peace under the Pisa ruled for too long that they had forgotten what danger was. There was no one on the street, and the guards who were patrolling the streets were obviously abandoned and did not even appear. This made Justinian and the twenty or thirty guards behind him successfully cross two blocks and arrived at the place where the envoys of the Achaean vassal were.

"Stop, silence!" Justinian ordered in a low voice, and the Turkic people lurking in the dark seemed to merge into the night.

And hundreds of meters away from them were the mansion of the Latin messengers, and the guards were not the Pizza people but the Latin servants. This forced Justinian to be careful. Although it was already very late at night, the chaotic sounds in the mansion could be heard from afar. It seemed that Latins who liked to feast were still so energetic even at night. Some were sharing fish, some were drinking and fighting, and there were rough Latin quarrels, laughter and scolding everywhere.

Justinian, who witnessed all this, heard the noise coming from afar, couldn't help but smiled contemptuously. These guys probably thought that the overall situation was settled, so they celebrated themselves but did not expect their appearance at all. But at the same time, Justinian frowned slightly again, because although the other party seemed to relax his vigilance, it would be awful if the attack was caused by a big disturbance!

"What should I do, Justinian?"

"Let's wait for a while!"

"But it will be dawn in a few hours."

"Believe me, wait a little longer, there will be a chance!"

The night completely enveloped the entire city. It was the deepest night. Justinian knew that it would be dawn soon and he had to do all this before that, but in order to be safe, he had to wait for the opportunity. He did not believe that the Latins could keep making such noise.

And everyone was waiting for everyone to look anxiously. After a long time, the noise in the mansion gradually subsided. However, Justinian was still cautiously waiting for half an hour, and then he stood up gently and let out a low whistle. Behind him, more than thirty tall figures in black stood up, just like ghosts wandering in the night. The Turkic warriors were already ready to wait for Justinian to order to take action.

"Arslan, Imaz, you lead two teams of people to ambush the two doors in front and back, and the rest follow me to prepare to light the fire!"

Justinian gave a few words of orders, and the Turkic guards immediately divided into three teams. One team was led by Arslan and quietly lurked to the main gate, while his deputy Imaz led the team to ambush the back gate. Justinian personally led six people to take out the ignition tools that had been prepared long ago.

But before that, the Latin guards must be solved first--

"Swish swish--"

He fell down in response, and had no time to react. The already sleepy Latin guard was easily knocked down by the Turkic short bow in the blink of an eye.

A few sparks flashed by, and the houses poured with oil quickly ignited a raging fire. The fires surged into the sky and spread at an astonishing speed. Thick smoke spread everywhere, and the Latins woke up by the smoke and fires and ran away without even putting on their clothes. However, as soon as they rushed out of the tent, before they could see the situation clearly, a few bows and arrows flew over and shot through their throats! It was the Turkic warriors ambushing the front and back doors, and the Latins did not even wear armor, and they were moving targets in front of them.

"Run away when it's on fire!"

"There is an enemy attack!"

"Kill someone, set fire!"

Suddenly, the Latin man turned around and had to hide in the burning house, because he might be shot and killed by the other party as soon as he poked his head out.

The cry seemed like a plague, quickly spreading fear, but it was the best signal for Justinian and others. Then the burning torches were thrown one by one, igniting a raging fire, which completely caused the Latin people in the mansion to panic. More and more people rushed out desperately. Instead of being surrounded by flames, they would rather be shot down by bows and arrows. Occasionally, they had a clear mind and wanted to rush through the window to escape, but the people Justinian had been waiting for a long time, waving weapons and Turkic warriors to kill the Latin people without leaving any left.

Seeing the fate of his companions, the Latin people who had lost their minds because of fear gathered together and finally calmed down temporarily.

Seeing all this, Osses's face was covered in blood - he was also shot with an arrow, and his previous calmness and pride was certainly gone, full of fear.

"What's going on? Are the Pizza people crazy? Can't we silence us?" the man roared. He didn't expect such a bad thing to happen. You must know that it is rare to kill diplomats whenever they are killed. Are the Pizza people really crazy? Are they not afraid of being retaliated by the Achaia Marquis?

"Sir, it seems that it is not a Pisa person. Look at the bow and arrow - it belongs to the Turkic people!" At this moment, a careful guard recognized the Turkic bow and arrow that was particularly conspicuous in the firelight and said.

And this suddenly woke up the panicked Osses. There was only one explanation for the appearance of Turkic arrows-

"Damn Greeks, these mad dogs!"

Then he remembered that there were Greek missions in the city that he had never taken seriously in Nafplion, but Osses never expected that those dozens of people would do such a crazy move. Now he wanted to slap himself a few times. If he had followed the advice of his subordinates before, he would never have fallen into such a situation.

But it was too late now, but the man was still not completely desperate, but yelled at his subordinates:

"There are not many of these Greeks and the Turkic people they brought. If you don't want to die, just rush out with me and fight for a bloody path!"

...

On the other side, Justinian, who had blocked the other party's exit, watched all this quietly, waiting for the Latins to finally get a dying struggle.

At this moment, after a shout, the Latins holding the weapons rushed out of the door desperately and rushed towards Justinian, who was already on guard and the guards beside him.

"Kill them, no one left!" Justinian said these words coldly and ruthlessly. The next second, he and the Turkic warriors around him collided with the survivors of the Achaean vassal state, fighting together with the survivors of the Achaean vassal state. In the light of the fire, the Damascus sword and the cross sword rose and fell, blood splattered everywhere, and the human limbs were cut off and flew in the sky. It seemed that the number of Latin people had the upper hand, but Justinian and his group had already prepared completely gained an overwhelming advantage.

In a blink of an eye, he killed the Latin guards and crushed them to death. But Sir Osses knew very well that all this was the perfect man, trembling in fear, and he just wanted his subordinates to buy time for him. He had no courage to resist at all, and he just wanted to find even a Pizza man, hoping that he could save his life.

But the Turks, who were rising and falling, quickly caught up with the once arrogant man and threw him to the ground.

The guards who completed the killing were lined up on both sides, making way for Justinian, and the true face of the young man who was slowly moving forward finally fell into Osses's sight under the light of fire. The long sword between his fingers naturally hangs down in his hand, and blood gathers on the sword, dripping, making people shudder. Seeing Justinian's true face, Osses also showed a shocked expression.

"You... are you Justinian?"

After seeing the portrait, the man still felt incredible and could not believe his eyes. As the commander of the Greek Resistance Army in the South, Justinian actually arrived here in person. If he had known it earlier, he would not have dared to stay here for a moment. The previous defeat had already made Justinian's notoriety known in the vassal state of Achaia.

At this moment, the boy stood in front of him like a ghost. Unconsciously, Osses was so overwhelmed by the invisible pressure on the other party.

Justinian laughed coldly.

"Yes, I think you didn't expect me to be here, the messenger of the vassal state of Achaia."

Then Sir Osses's face appeared a little fear, but soon looked at Justinian with resentment and said, "That's right, if I had known, I would have given you..."

However, the empty threat stopped abruptly. With a plop, under Justinian's sword, the other party's head rolled cleanly to the ground without any drag.

"I borrow your head for use!"
Chapter completed!