After getting the other party's promise to fight, Leosgros was not so happy and encouraged at this moment. Instead, he looked at the high place of the barracks and looked towards the lowlands of the valley. Justinian set up a large army there.

Clearly visible.

"It seems that they are ready, Lord Duke!" The confidants who followed him also saw the flying battle flag in the distance, and there was a hint of worry in their hearts. Obviously, what they would deal with next was not the enemy who was exhausted by the train, but

It is an elite army who is ready to fight to the death. Even though he has an absolute advantage this time, no one has the absolute confidence to believe that this battle will be won with his awe of Moria.

Leosgros also frowned slightly. Looking at the invisible new army of Molia, who was already very different, only felt a strange feeling in his heart. That was the group of mud legs he thought at the beginning.

Are there any mobs?

No, since the military region was abolished, although the elites with great fighting power in the empire were barely built with the accumulation of armed forces and the inspiration of wealth. Such an army that followed Justinian from the bottom of their hearts was undoubtedly a firm military spirit.

It will be the terrible enemy you will face next.

If it weren't for his allies this time that had powerful Latin Knights, and Justinian now lacked heavy cavalry, who would really be the one who killed him! Thinking of this, Leosgros couldn't help but feel a little scared.

But no matter what, it is already difficult to get on the brink. What Leosgros wants to completely kill Justinian's final turnaround in the cradle.

He was completely different from the other nobles of Molia. From the beginning, Leo understood the talents Justinian had. Such a person, if he was not a friend, would only be an enemy.

His purpose was never to guard the interests of the so-called Moria, but to take advantage of the opportunity of the split and collapse of the empire to compete with the heroes. Therefore, Justinian's obstacle must be eliminated before it becomes a big trouble, otherwise he will be unable to sleep or eat

install.

Is Molia's little fox? What can you, who have taken the opportunity to rise with your cunning, reverse this time before the absolute gap in power?

Slowly sneered, the gate of the camp slowly opened, and the troops that had been ready to go to battle also came out in great magnitude. Everyone held the weapons in their hands tightly because they knew they would

What will be faced is a life-and-death battle that determines the fate of Molia. It will inevitably flow into a river of blood, and even the so-called superior will fall directly to hell once it fails.

At the same time, the Latin army stationed on the other side, as friendly forces, also opened its formations, walked out of the valley, gathered with the Moria nobles to form a huge formation, and pressed Justinian with a high-level aura.

In the camp in the lowlands of the river valley, it was like the stormy waves on the sea rushed towards a small boat at this moment, and it could be swallowed up in an instant.

However, on the other hand, Molia's new army was not completely overwhelmed by the enemy's momentum. Instead, they opened the camp gate and came out, really choosing to face the enemy head-on.

Led by the flag bearer holding a flying battle flag in the front, the first one appeared was the Turkic light cavalry holding a composite bow with a long sword on his waist. The majestic horses were connected in a line, and they walked quickly like flying. The man and horses were heading towards each other.

The scene of the advancing army was like a low dam trying hard to block the mountain torrent. It was seen that its armor and weapons were extremely dazzling in the morning sun, and the brave Turkic warriors faced several times their faces.

The enemy has no fear.

Is this the Turkic cavalry under Justinian? Leosgros looked around immediately. It was the first time he had seen the true face of this army. When Fort Wiscary was in trouble, they were the ones who were in trouble.

The Venetians. Even the Turkic Justinian, who had been fighting against the empire for hundreds of years, could be subdued and taken for himself, which made Leosgros both envious and fearful.

Although the strength of the armored cavalry and the Latin heavy cavalry in the Grand Duke of Anastasius now exceeds that of these Turkic mercenaries on paper, Leosgros had no idea of ​​taking it lightly.

Just as the man's thoughts were flying through his mind, Justinian's army finally set off at this time. The iron-blooded aura that penetrated from his bones made Leosgross' face dark.

No wonder Justinian has such confidence, and he has the confidence to do so.

It has to be admitted that in just a few months Justinian allowed Moria's new army to complete a qualitative ascension. It was not comparable to the Roman army that had been speeding in the past.

"It's really surprising, Justinian!" Leosgros murmured to himself.

The confidants on the side looked at the Duke in front of them and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, Lord Leo?"

"It's nothing, I'm just a little bit moved. Even at this time, Justinian is still like a hard walnut that cannot be bitten and smashed. It can be said to be a respectable opponent." He shrugged slightly, although he had always been right.

Justinian hated him to the core, but even Leosgros had to admit that this young man was really too dazzling, enough to illuminate the darkness that the empire was shrouded at this time.

Unfortunately, I couldn't use it for myself, so I had to choose to completely destroy him.

"How is there in Saleus?" Suddenly, Leosgros remembered something and asked at the nobles beside him. Although there were not many people, he was in the Grand Duke Anastasius led by Saleus.

The private army was also an important force in this battle. They arrived in Tripolis not long ago and announced their allegiance to Leosgros, but most of the nobles of Molia actually did not trust them, after all, Saleu was the first time.

S was a man who fought side by side with Justinian in Fort Wiscarri, but it seemed that Duke Leo was not at all prepared for them.

"They have already drawn the camp and marched, but Lord Leo, is it inappropriate to divide the troops and attack together? If the battle is in full swing, it will be a big deal."

"So you are worried about this! You can rest assured that this is true. Of course I know this, so I did not put Saleus under my nose. And once he really foolishly chose to support Justinian

, Then the Latin army that monitors them behind their backs will give them a fatal blow!" Leosgros, who was already ready, showed a cruel sneer, and his eyes were on the opponents who had been arranged in the distance.
Chapter completed!