"Venetian!"

A young sailor shouted in horror, pointing his right hand straight ahead, which was the direction of Constantinople. Although the rainstorm was getting heavier and heavier, a ship with a national flag could still be vaguely seen on the sea level.

It's heading here quickly.

It's a Venetian ship! It's a two-sailed battleship! The golden lion flag is particularly obvious amidst the lightning and thunder.

"Damn it! Why did the Venetians show up at this moment?" A middle-aged sailor kicked down the barrel next to him angrily, and soon, everything was in chaos.

"It's over, it's over... We will all be buried in this ocean." One soldier even knelt on the ground and said some pessimistic words, which irritated the people next to him.

"I can't die! You lowly oarsmen, row quickly!" A nobleman made a harsh voice and kept tearing the linen clothes of a sailor next to him. The sailor was also frightened and froze in place. There was a man next to him.

One old man was so frightened that he even peed.

Noises, screams, prayers, and the collision of overturned barrels and objects merged into one continuous one.

People scrambled to escape into the possible safety of the cabin. An unlucky noble accidentally fell and was trampled to death by the people behind him before he could stand up.

Some civilians who were extremely panicked wanted to jump into the sea to avoid the Venetians, but this foolish behavior was stopped by the sailors in time.

Some soldiers made effective defense preparations under the leadership of their officers, but the number was too small, and the crowd on the deck was chaotic. The soldiers were even squeezed directly to the edge and almost fell into the cold and biting sea water.

"Why don't you row the boat! Those Venetians are going to massacre us later!" A soldier grabbed the captain's collar and asked forcefully, with a sharp sword even pressed against his neck.

"The wind direction is very unfavorable to us now! My sailors are doing their best!" the captain tried his best to explain.

"Why do those Venetian ships sail so fast!"

"That's the wind blowing very much in their favor!"

If we take the ship where Alexius is as the center, then the wind direction is blowing westward now, and their goal is to go to Sinope in the east; and the shrewd Venetian warships just took advantage of the wind direction, and the entire

The battleship turned on its full power at this moment.

"Defend the enemy! Defend the enemy! Don't panic! Don't panic!" Alexius grabbed a panicked nobleman with one hand and threw him directly to the ground, trying to maintain order.

"They will massacre us! God, save us!" A priest knelt on the ground, holding the cross in his hand tightly.

"Get up! It's useless to ask God for protection at this time!" Alexius lifted the old priest up with one hand. Unexpectedly, the old priest became even more frightened. He impulsively jumped off the ship and landed.

He fell into the cold sea water. A person cannot survive for long in such cold sea water without any protective measures, let alone a frail and sick old man.

"Damn it, what can I do?" Alexius was extremely anxious. If he could not make effective resistance before the Venetians approached, what would follow them would be a bloody massacre.

This was originally a severely overloaded civilian trading ship, filled with people fleeing for safety. The ship's protective capabilities could withstand moderate wind waves or tsunamis, while the other party was a regular military warship, and its protective capabilities far exceeded mine.

Not to mention all the soldiers on the ship.

"Sir, what should we do now?" an officer asked anxiously. It was this officer who had managed to organize some soldiers just now, Alexius could see it.

"Officer, tell me your name, rank and position."

"My name is Betef Ogulos, from Trebizond, and I am a captain of ten."

"It seems that we are still fellow villagers..." Alexius thought in his heart. The Trebizond-Sinop area is the place where the Komnenos family thrives, and the locals love Komnenos immensely.

No one can compare. And Alexius’s surname was Komnenos, so naturally he was like a “fellow countryman” in the eyes of these people.

"Very well, Centurion John Ogulos, I remember your name, and now I order you to organize soldiers to resist the navies of those countries composed of profiteers!"

"Yes, sir! Well, I am a captain of ten, not a centurion."

"No." Alexius patted him on the shoulder, "Now you are a centurion. When I successfully evacuate to Trebizond, I will reward you with huge wealth and give you a fertile territory! I

I promise you this as Komnenos."

"Ah..." John was surprised and happy. He was so excited that he couldn't say anything. Finally, he knelt down and thanked him for the reward.

"I, John Ogulos, in the sight of God, swear to Alexius Komnenos that I will defend to the death the safety and status of the Komnenos family and that my loyalty to her will be unquestionable,

Fight hard to protect the honor of Rome and be willing to sacrifice your life at any time! God bless Rome! God bless Rome!"

"The bravest Roman warriors! Take up your sword and shield, and don't be frightened by the false saints who believe in the heresy of St. Mark! I am with my brothers!" Alexius stood at the helm of the ship.

, you can see the entire Class A from here. At this moment, he once again showed his witty ability.

"In order to receive the blessing of the Lord, I ask that you must fight like a brave Christian warrior! Only the most loyal, brave, and persevering warriors can ascend to heaven after death, and those cowards who escape from battle will surely die.

Spelled to hell!"

"Make the most courageous resistance! I promise that as long as these damn Venetians are killed, I will remember your heroic deeds and let the historians write your legendary stories into the annals of history! Moreover, I will also reward you with a thousand pieces of gold,

I will grant you a household title and a military promotion! I will give you the most fertile land! For the deceased, I will give him a generous burial with the most solemn ceremony! I will exempt my descendants from all taxes! Long live Komnenos!"

"Kill those heretics and false saints! Destroy their Saint Mark! The Lord is with us at this moment!"
Chapter completed!