"Retreat, retreat quickly!" Mobis's hair was disheveled, and he didn't know where to throw his helmet. At this moment, he couldn't care whether he was embarrassed.

Although he had never participated in the fight between the Crusaders and the Turks, Mobis had heard of the great reputation of these Eastern nations, both the Byzantine Empire and the Crusaders suffered great losses under their command. Now that they had to face their pursuit, Mobis and his Venetians had completely fought and had the idea of ​​fighting and contacting each other. Once they were bitten by these bone-bearing maggots, the ending would be disastrous.

"Sir... what should we do now? This... this is completely different from what we said before!" The men were a little panicked. They thought that even if they would contact the Byzantine army, it would not be a big deal. After all, the southern region was not the main defense area of ​​the Greeks. After a great war not long ago, Molia should have been resting more at this time. But obviously they were all wrong. The appearance of this Turkic cavalry indicated that the Molia's little fox had actually arrived here in person.

Nothing worse than this. These Venetians had seen what happened in the Battle of Athens. The defeat of the vassal states of Achaia and the Principal of Athens was still in front of them. They were also full of fear of the young man named Justinian.

Mobis also looked ugly, but as the commander, he could only endure his fear and direct his subordinates to break through and shake off the Turks behind him. In his heart, Leosgros, who had already made this plan, was already cursing the bloody face. According to the previous plan, he was just attracting the attention of the Greeks in the south, but Mobis did not expect that it would attract such a large-scale encirclement.

Not only the Turkic cavalry chasing behind him, but also the subordinates who were surveillance on the periphery had already heard news at this moment. The Byzantine army was surrounding the place from all directions. It was estimated that the number was as large as thousands, which made Mobis even more convinced that the man named Justinian had really arrived here in person. Mobis, who understood that the little fox, was trembling and angry, but in this situation, there was no other way to choose besides escaping.

But where to retreat? The Byzantines have begun to surround them. Although there must be no way out, if they accidentally hit the other party's arms, they will be doomed. Because of this, Mobis has been wandering around with the pursuers, but continuing to hesitate is a dead end. The man who was struggling in his heart was in a dilemma, suddenly, a sound arrow suddenly cut through the sky and attracted the attention of all Venetians.

This is a signal they use specifically, and the Greeks shouldn't know. What's going on?!

Just as everyone was hesitating, Mobis made a quick decision and shouted suddenly: "Retreat there, hurry!" It has reached this point, but he is dead anyway. Instead of waiting for death, it is better to fight. Mobis chose this most difficult route to determine safety or not, and gritted his teeth and ordered his men to break out in the direction of the arrow firing.

"Driving!Driving!"

The man was desperate with a horse behind him, and the Venetians had no choice but to do so, even though they knew that the road to which they chose was uncertain, they could only take a gamble.

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On the other side, while the pursuit of the Venetians was underway, Justinian, who had only two or three guards, followed the boy called Peter to climb the village on the mountain. It was at the plea of ​​this child that Justinian came to the village that was likely to be dangerous despite the opposition of his subordinates. Looking at the village that was already empty and was robbed, he was curious why this child had to come back here. Logically speaking, there should be nothing left here.

However, when Justinian saw the boy kneeling in front of the fallen body of an old man, he finally understood the reason and did not disturb him. Justinian only glanced at the other bodies falling around and the broad sword full of gaps beside the old man, and he had already guessed the rough.

"Help that child bury his relatives!" Justinian whispered to the guard behind him.

Although the two guards were a little surprised by the orders of the governor in front of him, they did not dare to disobey at all. They hurriedly went up to help the boy who was struggling to move the old man's body together to find a piece of open space to bury him.

Seeing the last shovel of soil buried Vibius's peaceful face, the boy was still unable to let go. Although he fulfilled the old man's wishes, for him, an orphan, his relatives left in front of him and he could do nothing, nothing was more painful than this.

"At least you have done your best to the end. I believe that when he comes to heaven, he will be relieved for you." Justinian still comforted the child who was only eleven or twelve years old in a peaceful tone. "As a relative of this old man, you must grow up strongly so that he will never regret it after he leaves."

"But I am just an orphan adopted by Grandpa Vibius, and in the end I did not repay his kindness to me. Do I really have this qualification now?" The self-doubted boy smashed his hand on the ground with regret, unable to forgive himself at all.

But Justinian shook his head and said, "Since he left the hope of life to you, it has proved that he hopes you can continue to live for him. At this time, who is the one who is not his relative? Blood relationship is no longer important at this time. And you know that you saved someone in the end, it has proved that you can inherit his will. Pick up this sword, which is what you should do now." As he said that, he inserted the broken broadsword into the soil behind Peter. Justinian didn't say anything, but chose to turn around and leave. He believed that after saying this, the boy would make his own decision. In a sense, Justinian looked at the child and saw the shadow of himself who had left Rusnina. Whether it was Vasily who was standing in Constantinople or Muzfius who was imprisoned in the monastery, he also walked alone with their expectations.

However, at this moment, the hurried sound of horse hooves suddenly came, breaking Justinian's thoughts in his heart. Suddenly, the scout who came from the bottom of the mountain jumped down nervously and trotted to Justinian, which made him feel a little wrong.

"What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!