Eagle Flag of Epirus

Vol 6 Chapter 19: The atrocities of the Venetians

"Did something happen when I came here in the morning, Nevsky?" Justinian, who knew the other party well, guessed what was going on again, otherwise Nevsky wouldn't have made it all morning. Then came to teach myself. Fastest update

And Nevsky nodded immediately, with a dignified expression on his face: "The Dibao received from the border not long ago, in the south, it seems that traces of Venetians have been found, and it seems that the other party wants to have something there. No small action, I hereby ask for help. What are you going to do with this matter, Lord Justinian?"

"What are you talking about? Really?" Justinian couldn't help his expression become dignified when he heard the news from Nevsky. The Venetian is undoubtedly the biggest enemy of him and the entire empire at this time, and even before The Principality of Athens won a complete victory, and Justinian also understood that it did not inflict serious damage on them at all. It was undoubtedly bad news that the South found clues about the Venetians at this time, and for a while he was a little undecided.

Was it the Venetian who saw through his previous comeback using the smoke released by the Pizzas, or did he have another attempt? If it were the former, it would be a big deal. Even if the Venetians only used their current power to retaliate against Moriah's coast, it would be enough to cause huge trouble for Justinian's recuperation plan.

And Nevsky nodded in front of him, "The southern fortress's whistle was inferred based on the information found three days ago, ten." He also knew the seriousness of this matter, so he rushed over as soon as he got the news. Tell Justinian.

But Justinian was obviously hesitant at this moment, after all, even if there was intelligence from coastal outposts, it was after all a catch, and he would not be able to feel at ease if he wanted to let it go.

Gently bit his finger with his teeth, Justinian pondered for a long time, and finally said slowly: "I know about this. Since we are Venetians, then we can't take it lightly."

"But those Morians..." Although Justinian did not answer directly, Neusky had already understood the attitude of the boy, and the only obstacle was the nobles in Tripolis. After all, a great war had just ended, and Justinian wanted to adjust his power again, I'm afraid it won't be so easy. Especially the recent tensions between Justinian and the great aristocrats in arms reform and the distribution of beneficiaries, even more will not let this opportunity pass.

But Justinian waved his hand and sneered: "Don't worry about this, because they don't have this ability."

At this moment, a sharp gaze fell on Nevsky’s face, and the lake-blue eyes revealed an unprecedented power that made this Varangian realize that this young man at this time was no longer there. The insignificant Maotou boy back then, and the title he held was no longer the nameless Governor of Moria, but a true prince. Even though Moriah is currently in a state of instability, the status of Justinian is no longer something that a few stubborn and conservative old nobles can easily shake.

Under Justinian's calm eyes, Nevsky finally nodded, "If this is the case, then I won't say anything anymore. I believe you will not let us down this time."

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In a village near Ision, south of Moria, the Venetians from the sea have brought war here. Like pirates, this small group of wandering Venetian legions burned one village after another, leaving behind traces of sin. Today, this place has also become the target of these Venetian looting. The weak villagers have no power to resist. In order to resist the invasion, many young people went north to join the army to follow them, Lord Justinian, and most of them were elderly people and young people. baby. Because of this, the Venetians burned, looted and looted several places without even losing a bit, but here they were kicked to an iron plate. When a burly Greek warrior suddenly appeared in front of the invading Venetians, before he had time to see exactly what was happening, the sharp broadsword slashed the front Venetians from top to bottom, almost smashed their stomachs. .

"Cyrillic!"

The Venetian warriors who cried out in exclamation watched their companions being killed. They thought they were dealing with villagers who had no power to restrain the chicken. How could they have thought of encountering a ruthless character in such a remote country, but they have not When there was time to react, two more people were directly chopped to the ground.

"Go back and face it!"

The fearful Venetian quickly stepped back and surrounded the Greek warrior in front of him, his expression full of fear. Three people were killed at once, which looked like an extremely difficult character to deal with.

And at this moment, they finally saw the man coming out of the room. What they didn't expect was that the opponent who shot such a sturdy man was close to a sixtieth birthday, and his hair was already gray.

But the blood-filled sword in the hands of the old man made the Venetian dare not take it lightly.

"Damn Greek!"

A young Venetian man who gritted his teeth first had a cracked canthus, but he was about to pounce on but was held from behind. Once he turned his head, he saw that his chief had stopped him.

"Master Mobis, Cyril and the others!"

"What is reckless! Wanting revenge does not mean that you are going to die for nothing." The man named Moebius said coldly, and under his sign, his heavily armed men temporarily put down their weapons.

Looking at the back of this Greek warrior, the remaining villagers were hiding in the house and shivering, which also ended the reason why the old man in front of him was so good at staying here.

"Hello, old sir!" Moebius greeted each other politely in fluent Greek, "I didn't expect to meet the empire veterans here. It's a great honor."

Just looking at the old equipment on the old man and the skill, Moebius guessed that the opponent was a Roman veteran who lived in seclusion here, although he was definitely an elite of the elite even though he was getting older.

The Greek warrior holding a broadsword didn't say a word, and he didn't know whether he acquiesced to this speculation or simply ignored what the Venetian said.

But at this moment, since Moebius, all Venetians have no intention of carelessness.

Especially the three companions were killed just now, making them stare at the Greek man standing like a stone pillar at the door like a pack of wolves. They only waited for Lord Morbius to give an order and pounce on them.

But what makes them strange is that Moebius has not given an order for a long time. Instead, he let his subordinates take a step back to leave an open space. At this moment, the man stepped forward and drew out his sword and smiled:

"A rare opportunity, please enlighten me!"

"Mr. Morbius... you are!" The subordinates who saw this scene were shocked. They didn't expect that their chief would actually go on stage in person, and they would stop this absurd behavior. After all, it would be bad if they had no heads in case of an accident.

But Moebius raised his hand very confidently to interrupt the obstruction of the people behind him, suppressed the opposition with unquestionable majesty, turned his back to the old Greek man behind him and said, "I believe you won't refuse either. As long as you win against me, I promise that people here can leave here safely. This is not too much!" This seemingly understatement shows that apart from this man's extreme conceit, he turned his back to the hand without any defense. The old Greek man with a weapon didn't care about the possible surprise attack.

Finally, the Greek man who had been silent until then did not speak: "I can agree to your request, but I still have one condition before that. I hope that I can explain a few words to my person."

"Presumptuous, Master Moebius gave you this opportunity is already a great kindness, and I dare to speak out!" As soon as the voice fell, the people under Moebius yelled at the Greeks.

But the Greek old man didn't change his face, and said coldly: "Do you think I need the kindness of the aggressor? If you don't want to agree, then you can rush to it. There is nothing worthy of nostalgia for my old bone."

The indifferent words directly stimulated the Venetian nerves, and they couldn't help but were about to step forward, but they were stopped by their chief.

Mobis looked at each other with interest and nodded, "Of course it can, it's not too much."

Seeing that the other party had actually agreed to his request, the old man dropped the broadsword in his hand on the ground without being muddled, and went straight back to the house.

"My lord, what if these Greeks do any tricks?" A few people who suffered a big loss just now are still unwilling and hateful.

"Are you questioning my decision?" Moebius's majestic voice sounded again, finally making the others silent and dare not say anything more.

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At the same time, after the house, when the old Greek came back, the villagers who had been hiding inside were surrounded by fearful villagers. Their only hope now was him. But the silent man made the atmosphere even more heavy.

"Grandpa Vibius, are you okay!" When everyone was silently expecting the old man, a thin boy squeezed out of the crowd and asked with concern.

Vibius's face was slightly relieved as he watched the child come over. He still waved his hand and passed through the crowd. "Come here all of a sudden, Peter, I have something to say to you."

"Yeah!" Although he didn't know what was going on, the little boy named Peter followed him and walked to Vibius's side. The two walked to the corner of the house and deliberately avoided others, seeming to have something secret to say.

The old man also deliberately lowered his voice at this moment and said, "I have bought time, how is your side?"

The boy also knew that this matter was very important and replied in a low voice, "Don't worry, Uncle Vibius, I'm almost done, as long as we procrastinate for a while, we can escape here together."

But Vibius shook his head and said, "It's just that I may not be able to leave with you, boy."

"Why, Grandpa Vibius? We can succeed in a while!" Unable to understand why the old man in front of him wanted this, the boy said anxiously.

However, Vibius patted his little head with a helpless sigh and said, "But no matter how much you want to fight for this last time, you can't get it! You are good, Peter! At least as a A brave Roman, you have made me proud of you, and as a veteran of the empire, I naturally have to take on my obligations and fight for the last time for you, and I now have a task to give you, child !"

Vibius did not intend to let other people die here in vain, not to mention that the old and weak women and children could not help him, but he stayed here and promised that Venetian’s fight was to continue to buy time, so that he would not be caught The other party was too skeptical. Although such a choice would cost his life, Vibius was already prepared to sacrifice in his heart.

But the little Peter in front of him was obviously unwilling to give up like this. He couldn't help raising his voice and said with a crying voice: "Wait a minute, Master Vibius, we still have a chance!"

However, the old man interrupted his voice with an annoyed beating, "Forgot what you promised me, Peter? Don't let me down, I am old, and the future belongs to you~www.wuxiaspot.com ~If you really care about my old bone, you should listen to me!"

Little Peter, who had never been severely taught, looked at the always amiable old man in front of him and couldn't help choking. At this point, even he knew what he was talking about was of no avail, so he nodded with tears in his eyes.

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At this time, the Venetians waiting outside the door gradually became impatient. After a long time, no one came out. Although they had just been scolded by the leader, the enthusiastic Venetian soldiers shouted and asked the Greeks inside to come out to fight. But no one dared to step forward, because the hand that the old man named Vibius showed before still left them with lingering fears, and if they stepped forward rashly, they might suffer a big loss.

"General, they will definitely not surrender. If this is the case, I don't think we can go in! At least we can waste less time. If this goes on, there will be no more ways to come out. How long will we wait?"

Looking at the soldiers at this moment, Moebius couldn't help his impulse. For a moment, he frowned. He neither agreed nor stopped. Obviously, he became a little impatient with the Greeks in the house.

And just when he was about to speak, suddenly the previously closed door suddenly opened, and suddenly a terrifying murderous invisibility rushed to his face, and suddenly the Venetian who was still yelling at the time actually closed it subconsciously. He closed his mouth and saw that the burly man finally stepped out of the room slowly. Picking up the broadsword on the ground, Vibius glanced at the opponent coldly and said calmly: "Let you wait a long time, Venetian, now I'm ready, let's start!"

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