After a "friendly" exchange between Muhammad II and Uzon Hassan, the Aries and Ottoman armies joined forces and headed towards Antioch.

At this time in Antioch, the night was already deep, and most of the soldiers had taken a rest. Only the patrolling soldiers were still active.

At the city gate of Antioch, a member of the Crusaders sent away the patrolling soldiers, looked around, slowly opened the city gate a crack, and a figure quickly rushed out from the gap.

However, the sound of the city gate opening still alerted the patrol captain.

"Luca, are you okay? Why are you so slow to urinate?"

"Okay, okay, here we come."

The man named Luca trotted away from the city gate and responded all the way,

"Did you hear anything when you came over there?"

"Oh, it's a wild cat. It's spring. It's fine."

Luka smiled sarcastically, his tone a little unnatural,

"real or fake?"

The captain didn't hear it, he just warned,

"Be careful and don't play tricks on me, okay?"

"How dare I?" Luka exclaimed, his tone filled with injustice.

Hearing the voices of several people getting further and further away, Katona, who was hiding in the shadows, breathed a sigh of relief, and then ran towards the Mamluk camp outside the city.

Not long after, Katona arrived near the Mamluk camp.

"who?"

The Mamluk sentries easily spotted Katona running wildly, and the soldiers who were unaware of the situation immediately stopped Katona's attempt to rush into the camp.

"Tell Ibrahim to come out to me."

Katona's tone softened slightly. If he wanted to become the Sultan, Ibrahim's help was indispensable.

"Who are you?"

It is impossible for a sentry to listen to a stranger casually. He must first ask for his identity.

"My name is Katona, and I am the governor of Syria."

Katona was still relatively patient. The sentry looked at Katona suspiciously and relaxed his vigilance when he saw that he was alone.

"You, watch him, don't let him run around."

The sentry captain pointed at a soldier and then went to the Chinese army tent to report to Ibrahim.

After a while, Ibrahim hurriedly ran out wearing only his undershirt. Regardless of whether the person outside was Katona or not, he had to make an attitude.

"Is it really you? Lord Katona?!"

As soon as he went out, Ibrahim recognized Katona and shouted excitedly.

Katona was also very excited. Do you know how I have been living these days? He almost cried after finally coming back.

Katona stepped forward and took Ibrahim's arms, pulling him inside.

Ibrahim had a lot of questions that he wanted to ask Katona. At this time, he no longer hesitated.

"My lord, I heard... that you were captured by the Aragonese? Is this true?"

Katona paused and the test came. If he couldn't give a perfect explanation, I'm afraid Ibrahim wouldn't be so polite.

Thinking like this, Katona adjusted his mood and showed a sad expression,

"Yes, Harry refused to save me, and our army fought until the last man, but in the end we were still outnumbered. For the sake of the citizens in the city, I had to temporarily submit to the Aragonese, but my heart has always been with the country!

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"I found an opportunity and quietly escaped from the Aragonese prison at night. No one has discovered it yet. Now, I need your help to help me counterattack the Aragonese and avenge Harry Sultan.

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Ibrahim's expression suddenly became complicated,

"How did you know that the Sultan was dead?"

Katona was shocked, yes, how could he have forgotten this? Logically speaking, Harry died in the battle after Katona was captured. Katona couldn't possibly know these things... right?

Katona tried his best to keep his facial expression unchanged.

"I heard this from the prison guards accidentally. For them, this is something to be proud of."

Although the matter is full of doubts, Ibrahim does not intend to pursue it any further.

"Well, now that you know the current situation, you should also understand that counterattack is unrealistic."

"I have reported the situation here to the country. There is no news from the country yet. Now we are preparing to retreat to Damascus. You can retreat with us."

"No." Katona subconsciously wanted to stop him. How could he get military power if he retreated like this?

"Oh? Do you have any other ideas?"

Ibrahim narrowed his eyes, his tone was calm,

"Um, it's nothing, I'm just...a little tired."

Katona realized that he was still too eager and could only take things slowly.

A few days later, the Mamluk team had begun to retreat one after another, and Harry's funeral was also held. The whole ceremony was solemn and solemn, and he was buried directly at the foot of Mount Scipios.

Until now, Katona still has not found a chance to seize military power. Ibrahim is a veteran in the army, and he has taken care of the army in an orderly manner. Katona can't find any place to intervene. Seeing that the army is withdrawing less and less.

, Katona was also secretly anxious.

Maybe God was blessing Katona, and soon, the opportunity came.

On this day, Ibrahim and Katona were discussing matters related to the withdrawal of troops. The soldiers' report interrupted their conversation.

"Report, two adults, that an unknown force is approaching, less than ten miles away from us."

The two of them secretly wondered, who would come here at this time? Who in the entire Arab world does not know that this is a battlefield, and who would come here with nothing to do?

After looking at each other, the two tacitly decided to go out for a look. For the Mamluks who no longer had the upper hand, any disturbance would make people nervous.

When the two went out, they saw the crescent flags representing the Arabs overwhelmingly in the distance. Logically speaking, the arrival of believers of the same religion should make them feel relaxed, but in fact it was just the opposite. Instead, their hearts became heavy.

few,

"It seems that the other party is either an Ottoman Turk or an Aries Turkmen."

Ibrahim spoke with a heavy expression on his face, his eyes filled with worry.

"Yeah," Katona nodded first, and then realized,

"How did you know?"

Ibrahim glanced at Katona and didn't want to speak. Katona also realized that he seemed to have said something stupid and shut up immediately.

Under the watchful eyes of the defenders and Mamluks in Antioch, the army slowly stopped and began to set up camp. It looked as if it planned to stay there for a long time.

At the same time, several envoys also rode out from the army and galloped towards Antioch and the Mamluks.

"I have met His Majesty Constantine, His Excellency Alfonso, His Excellency Laszlo, His Excellency Ferdinando, and His Excellency Bernard."

He said hello word for word in broken Latin, which made Alfonso frown.

"Okay, who do you belong to and what are you doing here?"

Alfonso tentatively asked about the other party's situation.

"According to the instructions of His Majesty Muhammad II and Lord Uzon Hassan, I hope that your army and the Mamluks will make peace and jointly contribute to peace in the Near East."

After hearing what the messenger said, Constantine became interested.

"Mehamed II? He's here too?"

"Yes, our Majesty Muhammad II specially asked me to say hello to His Majesty Constantine. He said that he hopes to meet you again."

Constantine smiled and chatted with the envoy for a few words, but then he said nothing.

Seeing the two people stop, Alfonso sneered at the messenger,

"This is because we have almost finished the fight. Your Mohammed II is here to pick up the slack, right?"

"Please don't think so, Your Excellency Alfonso, His Majesty Muhammad is definitely urging you both to stop fighting and truce with the utmost sincerity, and there is absolutely no intention of coercion."

No coercion? Then you come alone. If that happens, you have to see the dangers of the world. Bringing so many people here, you have the nerve to say peace, it is really shameless.

"What conditions did your Mohammed II propose?"

There is no way, the situation is stronger than the people, there are many ants and they can kill an elephant, let alone such a well-trained army. If we really take action, no one can get it.

The messenger shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

"I am just a messenger, conveying a message for the Sultan. I am afraid that for other matters, I will ask you to talk to His Majesty the Sultan in person. Our Sultan hopes that in three days, several adults can negotiate in the open space between the three sides outside the city.

,The Mamluks will also arrive by then."

"You are so confident, the Mamluks will definitely surrender?" Alfonso was a little doubtful.
To be continued...