It was getting late, and the entire Constantinople was on alert. Latin soldiers packed a large number of homeless people into the prison, and even killed homeless people because the prison was full.

phenomenon.

For a time, the residents of Constantinople were in danger, and dissatisfaction was brewing and ready to explode.

But Vasily, who was planning a riot at this time, still stood still and seemed to be thinking about something alone in the room. His brows were furrowed and Vasily almost had a splitting headache at the moment, and his plan was completely disrupted.

According to the original plan, he was preparing to launch an attack at nightfall, relying on the support of the residents of Constantinople and relying on the terrain to hold back the Latins. But obviously due to the leak of the news, the Latins were already prepared, not only

A curfew was imposed and the streets were blocked, completely nullifying Vasily's original plan.

"Damn it!" Vasily slammed his fist on the table. Now he couldn't stir up trouble at all, not to mention that there might be a traitor within him.

And at this moment, "dong dong dong", there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Vasily reflexively clenched the sword in his hand and asked vigilantly. He remembered that he had said before that no one was allowed to come and disturb him. The guard outside the door actually violated his order. Apparently there was something important about it.

things.

"It's me, Mr. Vasily, can I come in?" Unexpectedly, Vasily thought it was the voice of a guard, but what came from outside the door was the voice of Justinian, whom he had met not long ago.

In an instant, Vasily pulled out the sword from the scabbard. Logically speaking, even if Justinian visited, his men should report to him, but now Justinian knocked directly on the door, which immediately caused this

The man's vigilance. He didn't fully trust Justinian yet. He detained them here to prevent the plan from being leaked. But at this moment, the other party took the initiative to come to him, but his guards remained silent.

Vasily didn't know what was going on outside.

"Come in." Vasily said with a stern expression. He was very curious as to why this young man came to him on his own initiative. It was obvious that he had tried to avoid him in every possible way before.

The door was slowly pushed open, and Justinian said apologetically: "I'm sorry to disturb you, but because your subordinates are very dedicated, I have to ask them to rest for a while." Behind him, the guard

The guard at the door had apparently been knocked unconscious by Justinian.

Justinian didn't want to do this, but he had to see Vasily, so he didn't hesitate to do this to anger him.

When Vasily saw this scene, he was obviously furious, "What did you do to them?"

"They just fainted, and I was helpless. They said you wouldn't see anyone at this time, so I had no choice but to take this step. But I didn't mean any harm." Justinian raised his hands to show that he was not carrying any weapons, but this

Didn't eliminate any of Vasily's hostility.

"Is there anything helpless that you have to do?" Vasily asked, but he still held the unsheathed sword and pointed at Justinian.

But Justinian could no longer care about this at this time, and asked straight to the point: "When will you prepare to take action? These Latin knights will only stay for one night at most. If they enter the Thracian battlefield tomorrow, they are likely to let

The Resistance failed."

"Of course I know this. Don't I know the difficulties I face? If you don't want to help, you don't have to do anything. I will naturally let you leave me when this matter is over." Vasily replied coldly.

, he knew what Justinian said, but now many of his men were civilians who had just been equipped with weapons and had almost no combat effectiveness. Looking at the map and being helpless, he kept thinking about how to act.

Otherwise, it would be of no help to support the front line. But he could not say these words. At this time, what Justinian said was like adding fuel to the fire.

"But weren't you the one who asked me to fight side by side with you before? It's obvious that you and I are now grasshoppers on the same rope." Justinian teased, more out of his own helpless mood, he had no choice but to

Do not agree to Muzphius' request.

"Then what do you think we should do? These damn Latins have blocked the whole city, and my plan has been completely disrupted. Now no matter what we do, we will die in vain. Of course I don't care about the sacrifice, but if

I will not waste the lives of my men if they are worthless." The man said almost roaring, almost hoarse. In his opinion, Justinian at this time was simply making sarcastic remarks, and it would not hurt his back to speak while standing.

But what Justinian said next changed Vasily's almost desperate mood, like a drowning man holding a straw.

"I wonder, Lord Vasily, have you ever heard of such a thing as Greek fire?" Justinian said suddenly.

And then, Vasily's voice, which had almost given up on action, became trembling.

"What do you mean?"

Of course he knows what Greek fire is. It has been the empire's secret weapon against foreigners for hundreds of years. Its production method has always been known only to the royal family. In the past hundred years, this weapon has rarely appeared in wars and many people have forgotten it.

.

From Justinian's words, it is obvious that the other party seems to possess this mysterious and powerful thing.

"Of course I know that there is a place where a large amount of Greek fire is stored. If we have them, I think our operation may be successful." Looking at Vasily's excited look, Justinian smiled and said: "

In this case, maybe you can put down your sword and let us discuss what we should do next."

…

At this moment, in the Constantinople Palace, the Latin nobles who stayed here gathered together, obviously there was something important going on.

"Please don't worry, Sir Gallias. We have sealed all important streets under martial law. We will never give the Greeks an opportunity today."

"That's good." Gallias nodded after receiving the reward from his men. This time he even dispatched the palace guards to help prevent accidents.

But at this moment, the other nobles are not so uneasy. They are holding a palace dinner, talking and laughing. They are drinking and dancing, without any sense of nervousness. After occupying this magnificent city, these small nobles in the West are now enjoying

It is a noble life that many marquises and dukes cannot enjoy.

"Ah, sir, why do you need to do this so much? Are we still afraid of those unruly people causing trouble?" At this time, a drunken voice came from behind Gallias, which made Gallias frown.

He raised his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!