Since the Latin invasion, after the Battle of the Olive Forest, the Battle of the Alfios River, countless villages and towns from Coroni to Tripolis were destroyed and turned into desolation. Because of this, there is no place in the vast wasteland that can block the view except for a few forests. So the rebels used this place as the best place to monitor Justinian, who could come back at any time.

On the necessary road to Tripolis, dozens of rebels were stationed here in a simple wooden camp for accidents that might happen at any time.

"Everyone open your eyes and be careful, do you understand?" The captain of the rebel scout stood on the tower and scolded his sleepy subordinates.

However, these soldiers who should have been alert at this time had no such consciousness at this time. After all, for several consecutive days, Justinian and the others were already exhausted and exhausted in order to prevent the arrival of the possible arrival. Now that the entire Tripolis had completely fallen into their hands, they thought everything was going well, so they naturally began to relax their vigilance.

"Boss, what are we afraid of here? If Justinian really comes, we will have discovered that we will rush back and report to Duke Leo. Why do we always feel like this?"

"Hmph, what do you guys know? I'm afraid you won't know how you die!" Looking at these subordinates, the leader of the scouts said angrily. He was different from these people. He had witnessed with his own eyes that Justinian led his army to defeat the elite Achaean army with a small fortune. He understood the terror of this little fox, and this man was unwilling to take it lightly no matter what.

At this moment, the rapid sound of horse hooves broke the calm in the dark dusk, which made everyone on the mail tower tremble subconsciously. Although most people were no longer as worried as before, they could not help but be afraid of the Lord Justinian. Involuntarily, the nervous scouts picked up their weapons and looked in the sound. A small group of cavalry was coming towards them, and from a distance they saw the flying flag painted the maple leaf family emblem belonging to the Earl Conir family, and then they felt relieved.

"Hey, it scared us. It turned out that it was Screte and the others who chased some mud legs and had not come back until now, which made us worried." The scouts who recognized it as their own, who were relieved, put down their bows and arrows and couldn't help but curse. If they hadn't seen the Cornier family's emblem, they would have been afraid that they would have greeted them with the bows and arrows without saying a word.

And the cavalry team soon arrived in front of the camp, and a rider slowly stepped forward and shouted to everyone on the tower:

"We are Screte's men. Please open the door and let it go. We have something important to go back!"

"What can be important is just to do some plunder, burning and killing." While whispering disdainfully, the man stationed at the scout here signaled his subordinates to open the gate of the camp and let the village go. Because these guys were arrogant and domineering, they forced them to let them go and chase the fleeing villagers, and they were very unhappy. He looked down on this group of people in his heart, but after all, they were free riders of the Conir family. He could not offend these men and then opened the gate of the camp.

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"Hmph, they are going out to eat meat, so we can only stay here and can't even make some soup. What's the matter?" The other guards and their leaders looked dissatisfied. Because they have low status, they are not at all on the turn of robbery and get the benefits of the spoils. They can only stay in this wilderness and worry. But even though they are dissatisfied with all their dissatisfaction, they still open the gate of the camp. However, what happened next made the expressions of the scout guards in the camp suddenly stiffen on their faces-

Under the camp, the leader of the free rider who should have come from the Conir family was not Screte, but a young man of a young age. There was a faint smile on his face, but in their eyes it was like the smile of death. Because this young man was no one else, Justinian, who should have led the army far away in the south. With such dazzling record, who was unfamiliar with this young face? But Tripolis had only been in two or three days in the fall, so why did he appear so soon?!

However, at this moment, the terrified guards did not have time to think so much. Almost all the people in front of the door were so scared that they could not even speak. Then they found that the faces under the helmets of the free riders who were supposed to be made up of the Moria were all Turkic people in the East, which made them even more scattered. It was obvious that this was not the private army of the Conir family, but it was simply disguised by the elite Turkic mercenaries under Justinian's command. The blood on their clothes proved that the free riders were probably in danger.

But on the tower, the other scouts sentries had no idea what was going on below. They were just strange that the gate of the camp had been opened. Why didn't the Conir family come in yet? Unexpectedly, Justinian had already appeared in front of them without knowing it.

"What's going on next? Come in!" The man on the tower made an impatient voice, and at this moment, the sound of horse hooves in the distance was more rapid than before, which attracted his attention. It was obvious that there was a large group of people moving towards it. It was obvious that it was not the one from them, which made everyone's heart suddenly raise. If it weren't for their people, it could only be Justinian. And in the dusk, I could not see anything from afar.

"What are you still standing there? If there is an enemy attack, let them in quickly."

The anxious captain of the scout quickly shouted at his subordinates who had been stunned by fear, but he had no idea what was going on below.

At this moment, I don’t know who it was, and I took the lead in breaking out of the oppression of fear and screamed in despair.

"It's Justinian... Justinian is back!"

But at this time everything was too late, because before the guards could react, the Turkic warriors who had already tried to put their deadly bows and arrows on the bowstrings, and the sharp Damascus sword had already shined out.
Chapter completed!