The final day of the decisive battle is approaching, but the confrontation between the two sides continues on the valley plain. Whether it is the rebellious new army, the old nobles and the Latin coalition are choosing the last opportunity. Compared with the Moria nobles and the Latin coalition forces, which have an absolute advantage, are slowly setting up camps. At this moment, the nervous new army is working hard to prepare for war in the camp.

Outside the camp, the entire army, both officers and soldiers and attendants, were busy, and they wanted to set off their hands to prepare for the final decisive battle. It can be said that everyone understood that the final decisive battle was getting closer. Looking at the huge rebels, even ordinary soldiers knew that the other party wanted to achieve their goals and decide the outcome in one battle. Just like this, they also understood that this war decided not only the victory or defeat between Justinian and the old nobles of Moria, but also their survival.

While preparing for the war, the camp's defense was also clear. Since the enemy surrounded them on three sides of the valley, they could only choose to be on guard. On the low walls of the city were archers from the Balkan mountains. After a period of training and actual combat, they were already excellent soldiers, and when they cooperated with them, spearmen holding shields protecting the safety of their companions. It was precisely because of the countless craftsmen and military servants who followed the army on their camp that they could make preparations before the war, repairing armor, grinding swords, and calmly dealing with the numerous enemy troops.

There were tension and anxiety in the military camp, but there was no fear. Although they knew what the outcome would be, when they returned to Tripolis and saw their homeland razed to the ground by the enemy, revenge became the only belief of the army. This new army seemed to have experienced a baptism, far better than being through many battles, making it no longer as weak as before, but was filled with extremely strong will in their hearts. Especially not long ago, the return of their soul Justinian greatly boosted their morale.

On the tallest tower in the barracks, Justinian, who was standing under the flying red army flag, looked quietly below, watching the new army orderly making preparations and setting up camps. It is obvious that the fighting will and morale are not short of this army now, but he himself cannot say whether they can win this war. At this time, Justinian turned his eyes to the enemy troops that seemed to be close in the distance, the rebels led by the old nobles, the Latin army headed south, and the private army of Anastasius's Duke's private army

They surrounded them from three aspects. Just looking at the crusade flag in the distance, Justinian couldn't help but gritted his teeth. Even if he couldn't see it, he could guess that the entire hill should be covered with hundreds of armor and Latin knights with spears. The elite of these elites would inevitably cause earth-shaking momentum when charging forward. When confronted head-on, the Turkic cavalry under his command had no confidence in defeat. If they were defeated, they would inevitably fall into an extremely dangerous situation and be beaten by condescending enemies.

Justinian naturally knew the threat of the Latins, so after completing the layout in Tripolis, he immediately sneaked out of the city to meet Arslan and the others in chaos. But this also caused his haste to plan. If they had any guaranteed correctness, it was the guard of the Grand Duke Anastasius who had sneaked into the enemy's formation. After seeing the real turquoise stone sent by Justinian, the guard captain Saleus obeyed his order and pretended to surrender to the rebels, becoming a nail that plunged into the enemy's heart. But the sudden appearance of the Latins made the original plan disrupted suddenly, and even Justinian had to have concerns in his heart. After all, no one could win such a big power gap...

Looking at the city of Tripolis, which is so close and out of reach, remembering the safety of Alexia and the others, Justinian couldn't help but clench his fists and said, "You must wait for me!"

Just as the boy was muttering to himself, he suddenly heard a combat order issued from below.

This is a voice with a young messenger. He walked out of the commander's camp and skillfully shouted the names of the generals in front of him, and issued their tasks one by one. "Before the attack, everyone will remain unmoved, and the defense and vigilance of the camp must be divided into persons. If an accident occurs, you must issue a warning immediately. At that time, Theodor, you must react immediately and lead your troops to be responsible for organizing defenses and blocking the enemy's attack, and at all costs. Then cover the large army to enter the defense line in time to fight back. Remember this time we face

The biggest enemy is the Latins. If they are not careful, their cavalry attack speed is enough to tear all the guards and defenses before we can react. Do you understand?" The boy said quickly, as if he was thinking without thinking. However, there was no mistake in his words, and he gave all the orders to everyone. It is precisely because of this that when facing such a little boy gave the order, the waiting military generals were not dissatisfied at all. Instead, they were full of appreciation for the boy's ability to remember and his calm eloquence.

Looking at the boy under the tower, Justinian's eyes also had a hint of admiration. This boy was the little Peter he had saved from the Venetians in the south before. It was through him and the others who could discover the conspiracy between the Venetians and Leosgros in the valley in time. But now it seems that this little hairy child is really a piece of material.

Just as everyone was hurrying to make the final preparations before the war, the sound of rapid footsteps came at this time, and the tense atmosphere suddenly changed the faces of everyone present. A soldier who was rushing over came forward, obviously something important happened.

"Mr. Justinian..."

"What's wrong?" Looking at the expressions on the faces of the soldiers under his command, Justinian, who was calm, had already guessed something.

"The rebels sent people to issue a letter of war, and they will decide the outcome tomorrow morning!"

So fast?! Justinian, who had expected to come back sooner or later, was still a little surprised. This time the enemy had no conspiracy and decisive decisiveness. It seemed that he was going to decide the victory and defeat with his side. After calculating the time he had planned in the city, Justinian did not hesitate at this moment and said in a deep voice:
Chapter completed!