On a hill on one side of the Reach, Brother Sergius looked at the bloody battlefield from a distance. He broke the silence for a long time and said to Bogdani, who was also silent for a long time:

"Actually, when you were fighting a bloody battle in the river bend, someone did propose to Justinian to postpone the support and exchange your lives for a chance to severely damage the Epirus people."

At that time, the mountain people of Agrinion were fighting fiercely with the forwards of Epirus. If they continued to delay the enemy, the new Morian army led by Justinian could complete the encirclement and completely annihilate the opponent's forwards.

.Of course, the unprepared Epirus will lose at least thousands more people, but that also means that the Albanians who are in desperate situation will definitely be annihilated.

After hearing this, Bogdani said coldly: "Huh, you don't have to tell me this. After it is done, I will owe nothing to you people under the mountain." At this time, Bogdani was no longer as angry as before.

Well, he should have understood a long time ago that Justinian, like other mountain chiefs, only used words to deceive people. When he was young, he was sold to the people of Epirus.

Bogdani also had fantasies with his peers, but in exchange he became cannon fodder. He will always remember that countless compatriots died in vain in front of him, just because they were Albanians and worthless barbarians.

He made up his mind that after this battle was over and Justinian's favor for borrowing food was repaid, he would return to the valley with the men of the four tribes.

Having said that, the Albanian man turned to leave. The outcome on the battlefield was now irrelevant to him.

But what the crazy monk said next made Bogdani's legs suddenly stop.

"But Lord Justinian sternly rejected such a proposal on the spot. He immediately summoned troops and rushed to the battlefield to support you. It was the muddy terrain that prevented the army from arriving on time. Lord Justinian even chose to expose himself

Position, order the troops to blow the horn in advance."

Sergius' words came to an abrupt end here. He did not continue to defend Justinian. He just looked at the strong back of the Albanian man calmly. He knew that silence was better than anything.

eloquent.

Sure enough, Bogdani's face showed a doubtful expression, and the other mountain people around him also looked at each other. In fact, these Albanians had been moved earlier when Justinian swore a blood oath in front of them.

It was just the inherent distrust of the Greek nobles at the foot of the mountain that kept them from expressing their stance. Now as Brother Sergius told the whole story, many Albanians were whispering to each other.

"Don't you think that I will forgive him?" Although Bogdani did not let go, the tone of Bogdani's words to Sergius in front of him was much gentler than before. It's just that Shan

The people are still hesitating because there were many bloody battles just now.

People have not yet recovered from this, and Bogdani also knows that not everything can be taken emotionally. After all, he and the warriors around him are the seeds of the tribe, and they really deserve a city that Justinian gave them before.

Are you risking your life for a false promise?

Just when the mountain people were hesitating, a Greek girl walked into their sight from nowhere.

Of course, Justinian would not take Irina Ducas with him when she was still recovering from illness, so before leaving, Justinian asked Sergius and Bogdani to take care of her. This was also the case for Justin.

Dinny prepared for the worst. If he was defeated, he would never let the last heir of Prince Theodore fall into the hands of the enemy.

Seeing the frail noble girl walking towards them, the mountain people looked surprised, because that thin body was now fully dressed in a pair of tattered armor. Irina was wearing a military uniform, which she finally found in the military tent.

There was only one pair left. Holding back the musty and pungent smell, the girl still put on her armor and wore a round helmet on her head. However, due to its size, the edge of the helmet even blocked Irina's sight, which made

Irina had to hold her helmet all the way.

Seeing her somewhat funny look, the Albanian men all laughed.

A little girl whose calves are not as thick as the arms of any girl in their tribe really thinks that she can fight! The crowd laughed secretly, but Bogdani's face did not waver at all, and he just stared at it.

Every move of the girl.

Irina didn't care about the mocking eyes of others, but walked straight towards Bogdani and Sergius.

Are they also trying to persuade me to send troops? The Albanian man thought, but before he could speak, Irina suddenly pulled out the hunting knife from his waist without saying a word.

This scene caught everyone by surprise. The vigilant mountaineers subconsciously grabbed their weapons, but they soon felt ridiculous for their own thoughts. How could such a little girl be in any danger?

And watching Irina Ducas pull out the hunting knife she used for self-defense - although it was a short weapon, it was still a bit heavy for a petite noble lady. Bogdani did not choose to take it back.

Instead, I am curious about what the other person wants to do.

Just listening, Irina Ducas looked at the other party seriously and said: "Please lend me this knife, Mr. Bogdani. I think you won't be able to use it for the time being. I promise that it will be intact in the future."

Give it back to you."

With that said, dragging the short knife with both hands, the panting girl walked towards the battlefield. Irina was really going to the front line of the battlefield. At this time, the Albanian mountain people who were still watching the joke gradually stopped laughing.

Out.

Is this little girl crazy? Irina also asked herself this in her mind, but she looked at the increasingly cruel battlefield in the distance, bit her teeth lightly, and still took steps. Going crazy is better than failure. Failure means

Death and disgrace.

Looking at the back of Irina's small figure, Bogdani finally made a decision at this moment and picked up the battle ax at his feet.

"Follow me to the battle," he said.

Seeing the doubts on the faces of the warriors from each tribe, Bogdani confessed directly: "Yes, you heard me right. I regretted it. I couldn't accept that I was not as courageous as a little girl, so the Qingshigang tribe

Soldiers, are you willing to follow me?" The man raised his tomahawk, which was full of gaps and stained with blood, and looked at his tribe with wide eyes. The Albanians from the Qingshigang tribe stood up and picked up their weapons.

, has long been eager to try.

Immediately, people from several other tribes jumped up and expressed their willingness to join, not wanting to be outdone. In fact, they were not willing to sit idly by and waited for the most prestigious Bogdani to speak.

Looking at the united compatriots, Bogdani nodded, "All in the team!" he shouted.

With bluestone hills, stalactites, rocks and mud and sand, the warriors of the four tribes once again put on their armor and picked up the weapons in their hands.

Looking at Irina who was shocked by this scene, Bogdani stepped forward and took back his hunting knife. "Leave it to us to go to the battlefield, little Greek girl." He said, "

We Albanians will not let the old, weak, women and children go to the battlefield before the men are killed."

After saying that, Bogdani shouted rudely behind him:

"Am I right?"

"right!"

"Then let us smash the butts of those bastards of Epirus together again, and don't let them underestimate us!" Bogdani waved his battle ax to encourage his compatriots,

"We don't need to shout long live the little fox anymore," he told his compatriots, "because that kid still owes us a city. If Epirus cuts off his head, our city will be finished.

We will never agree to this. Come with me, Zai

Kill the bastards of Epirus!!" Bogdani raised his battle ax high and roared. Following his order, the Albanians, who once again regained their spirit and were full of fighting spirit, headed towards the river bend below the mountain again.

Launched an assault and joined the battlefield.

Looking at the mountain people rushing towards the battlefield like a violent storm, Brother Sergius glanced at Irina Doukas beside him and said casually:

"It seems to be really effective."

The monks who have dealt with Albanians for many years know the competitive character of these simple mountain people very well, and the appearance of Irina completely inspired their fighting spirit.

"I just hope that Lord Justinian will not blame us by then." Irina Ducas was a little uneasy.

"How could he blame His Highness? It's too late to thank him! The words about the blood oath scene are indeed good, but if you can't really conquer the hearts of these Albanians, no matter how many words you write, it's just bullshit." Sergius reminded him at that time.

Justinian, the so-called praising each other's children for tasting each other's

Wine and food are all means, but the real goal is the key. But the young man didn't seem to fully grasp the rules of the game for the superiors. At that time, he persuaded Justinian to strategically sacrifice these Albanians, but the other party did not

He didn't listen, and he didn't need to help him now.

"If there are no more help from these mountain people, Justinian will be torn into pieces sooner or later." The monk looked at the girl who still felt a little guilty and said lightly: "This is something you must get used to in the future, Your Highness.

When Princess Ajelina entrusted you to me, she expected me to teach you. If you don’t want to be used as a tool, you must first get used to treating others as a tool, including yourself."

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"Formation! Formation!" The spearmen of Tripolis worked hard and with the help of the defenders of Pebble Castle behind them, they successfully repelled the assault of the Alamano swordsmen. The shield wall that had broken through a gap was again

Close it again to block the advancing enemies from outside the front line.

"kill--!"

Holding a spear in his hand, Justinian pierced the chest of an Alamano swordsman, but the tip of the spear was stuck in the opponent's armor. When he pulled back hard, the barrel of the spear in Justinian's hand was messed up.

The sharp blade in the fight was cut off. Then Justinian found another burly Nordic man in front of him. He was holding a powerful and heavy two-handed sword and raised it above his head to chop at him. The first thing Justinian thought of was

"It's broken", the second thought is "

"He doesn't have a helmet." Almost at the same moment, his body reacted first and subconsciously pulled out the short sword from his waist and fell on the opponent's face. The wound was bone-shattering, and the Nordic swordsman's face was almost split into two. Such trauma made the Nordic warrior

He screamed in pain, and his eyes were covered with blood, causing the two-handed sword in his hand to lose its accuracy. However, even though the giant sword fell down like this, it collided with Justinian's shield, and the impact paralyzed his shoulders.

.

What a risk! If it weren't for his original assassin skills, he might have to be blamed here, and Justinian was secretly sweating.

Although the battle was extremely fierce and the number of enemies far exceeded his own, the overall battle situation was still under Justinian's control. He used the central army he led as a chopping block to attract the main force of Epirus to attack, and waited until the flanks appeared.

The flaw is Godric's command of Mystra

It was time for the Sri Lankan Army to make the final decision as the main force in the decisive battle. Although the casualties were heavy at present, Justinian led the veterans of Tripolis to fight side by side with the defenders of Pebble Castle and successfully completed the mission. As long as they continue to persevere, the balance of victory will be

It will definitely fall towards you.

Just when Justinian thought so, a spear hit his shield with a bang. It was so strong and heavy that he could hardly hold it. Then he vaguely heard the cheers of the Epirus people coming from outside the shield wall. When he was doubtful,

Justinian and the other soldiers looked over their shields at the enemy in front of them, and everyone was stunned.

I saw that the spearmen from the Epirus army replaced the Alamano swordsmen who attacked before. But what is different from ordinary spearmen is that the weapons in their hands are four to five meters long, towering above the ground.
To be continued...