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Chapter 73 On the Siege

"God, please bless us and your people! May we escape this disaster." An unprecedented panic spread like a plague with the news of defeat.

After the news of the enemy's arrival at the city of Athens reached the castle, people sang in the sacred church all day long. The sound of mass in the church was mixed with the neighing of horses outside the city, and the sonorous battle cry of the soldiers, playing a strange and terrifying music.

This made everyone even more uneasy. The siege of Theodor Ducas in Agrignon had already made them frightened, but the situation is even worse. After experiencing the crushing defeat of the Acropolis hills, more than half of the troops dispatched before did not come back, almost every household was killed and missing, and there was an atmosphere of sadness and despair everywhere.

At this time, as long as you are in the church, people can feel some of the mercy of the Holy Father and Mother, and somehow relieve their confusion in their hearts. Therefore, at this moment, the narrow church is full of people who are worried.

But in comparison, on the top of Athens, there was a silence like a deadly dog. Although he had been driven to the point of being a stray dog, the Latin soldiers still had to choose to stand on the wall to face the enemy they feared the most.

I saw that under the city, it was no longer the Greek army that was defeated by them again and again before, but the brave army that was truly invincible, and the army of the Roman Empire. The army was solemn, and every inch of the breath made people feel scared.

"God, do they really want to die?" Duke Otto looked at the iron-like encirclement outside with a serious expression. He had tasted the pain that Prince Theodor had tasted before.

Things have exceeded their expectations. The Greeks really wanted to achieve their goals this time, especially when they saw the Greeks launching a new siege projectile car into the army, which made them even more determined. This is undoubtedly a disastrous consequence!

"Yes, how could they give up such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?" Looking at Gotforry under the city, he sighed helplessly, and had to admit that they had lost this war. Before, Athens was able to resist the counterattack again and again, relying on the fortress group in the marathon area, but now they rely on only a small city wall.

But although all this is bad, it is far from the other one-

"Hmph, it seems that the Venetians have already realized this! After all, they are sensitive to gains and losses like flies that smell blood."

Gottfry showed a look of hatred on his face. When they retreated to Athens, they found that Baron Venier did not keep his promise at all, but instead took his troops to leave directly from the sea to join his fleet and betray them. Only then did the Latins who woke up realized that the Venetians had just taken the opportunity to escape after seeing the situation was not good. But now even though they already knew this, they could do nothing.

"What should we do now?" Duke Alto could only count on Gottfrey in front of him. In comparison, he was once William Chaplet's right-hand assistant, and was better than himself in terms of wisdom.

However, the answer was the Marquis Gotfrey who shook his head helplessly, "We can only stick to the waiting for help. You don't know how much the Greeks want to revenge us. We have no way out except to stay here." Speaking of this, Gotfrey also smiled bitterly. This may be the retribution for his murder of his friend's usurping the marquis! As William Chaplet said that going north to continue to fight a protracted war with the Greeks will eventually be a way out. But now he still holds a lasting glimmer of hope, that is, the support of the Kingdom of Thessalonika. However, how long the city of Athens can last, Gotfrey has no confidence.

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At the same time, in the Byzantine army camp under the city, we were also making final preparations for the next attack.

"Wow—"

Outside the central army camp, a young man galloped over on a horse and finally stopped outside the gate.

However, looking at the young man in front of him, the guards in front of the gate showed a look of respect on their faces to hold the snow-white horse. The person who came was not someone else, was Justinian who had saved them from the fire and fire at the critical moment. The previous record of this big boy in Molia was just like a distant legend to them. Although he felt that his bloody passion was a little far away, he witnessed his heroic posture in yesterday's bloody battle. It can be said that the entire Roman army had been completely convinced by Justinian. Also, those Pronian nobles who had been arrogant and domineering, if Justinian had not led the reinforcements in time, they would have died long ago in the hands of the Latins, so some of the original dissatisfaction and prejudice had been reduced a lot.

Justinian was now wearing a brand new silver armor, jumped off the horse and took off the gorgeous and slightly exaggerated helmet. At this time, the faint sunlight in the sky shone on the young man's face, which coexisted with tenderness and determination, which immediately made the guards feel astonished.

"Please report to His Highness the Prince, Justinian, Governor Molia, asks for a visit!" Looking at the guards who were greeting him, Justinian said with a polite smile, without any sense of oppression that arises on the battlefield, he immediately won the favor of many people.

Justinian, who came here, was to seek a meeting with Theodor Ducas. After all, if you attack Athens, Molia and Agrenion would need to advance together. It is still necessary to discuss it.

As soon as Justinian finished speaking, someone had already come out of the tent to welcome his arrival.

"Long time no see, Lord Justinian, His Highness the Prince has been waiting in there for a long time." Murad, a Turkic man who walked out slowly, calmly and naturally greeted Justinian. Although they had not met for several months, his son was Justinian's right-hand man, and he had been commissioned by someone to help the young man, so there was no grudge between him and Justinian.
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