Eagle Flag of Epirus

In a wasteland, a group of people in a hurry are fleeing toward the south. This is a group of people dressed up like civilians, there are men and women, old and young, as if something is chasing them like a frightened bird.

And just as they flee aimlessly, the rush of horse hooves suddenly lifted their hearts, and saw a group of light horses catching up from behind, and the fierce horseman immediately showed a cruel smile holding the sword. , Ready to start enjoying the feast of killing that is about to begin.

"Master Leo has already said, life or death, as long as you don't let them escape to the south! Follow me!" Under the command of the headed strong man, he listened to the wild cries one after another, just like these riders. When they were about to slaughter these trembling civilians who were shivering like lambs, the sound of golden wind breaking through the air came from a distance. I saw sharp Turkic feather arrows shooting towards the unsuspecting rebel riders, without any arrows. , All of them were killed on the spot.

　　 "Who?!" Seeing the men around him being shot and killed by the bows and arrows engulfed in strong wind, the originally arrogant rider was also full of horror at the moment, and he screamed subconsciously.

　　 However, he unconsciously asked in his ear but got the answer

　　 "It's just to solve you choppy people."

In the next second, the young man riding a war horse rushed over from the grassy wasteland. It was Justinian. Because his vision was blocked, these rebels had no time to react, and saw his sword in his hand. After falling, the lead rider was cut off by him cleanly.

　　 "Boss!"

The rebels who were already excitedly preparing to start a burning, looting and plundering saw this scene, and they had already broken their nerves, and the appearance of the Turkic spirits from all directions made them completely lose the courage to resist. . Because the arrival of these Turkic people has proved that Justinian is back.

　　 "Run!"

　　 I don't know who shouted first, and then I saw the scared rebels scattered and fled. They didn't dare to stay and want to escape back to report what happened here. However, Justinian waved the long sword in his hand to shake the blood from the blade, and said coldly: "Did you run?"

At the moment the words fell, the entire air seemed to be frozen, and the rebels in their hearts were dispelled. They just wanted to escape from here and get their lives back, but at this moment, they can only be solved easily in front of the Turkic mercenaries. Just prey.

There is almost no suspense in the course of the battle. These horsemen from the Moria noble private soldiers may be able to insult the civilians and looting the village, but they are really vulnerable to the well-trained Latin knights or the fierce and fierce Turkic cavalry. . I saw a wave of offensive rebels swept by the wind, even if they were overtaken by the falcon-like Turkic cavalry.

　　……

　　 "Are all the solutions cleaned up?" Seeing the Turkic riders end the battle and gather back into the team, Justinian just asked symbolically, he had never doubted their combat effectiveness.

The headed Turkic warrior replied calmly: "According to your instructions, only one was left alive, and none of the others slipped away." For the proud Turkic people, their world is on horseback. Fighting against elite Frankish knights, they never feel afraid of relying on light equipment.

　　 Justinian just nodded, as if it was just a very ordinary thing over, and then the boy turned his horse's head and slowly looked at a group of villagers who were still in fear and bewildered.

　　 "Don't be afraid, now you are safe." Recognizing these people, Justinian remembered that they were the villagers who had invited themselves to the harvest festival before. At this time, their expressions finally eased, and he asked with concern.

"Yes...Is it you, Lord Justinian?" The villagers who had just come to their senses just woke up from a dream, watching Justinian appear in front of them, like a Jew who was saved by Moses, mixed with joy and sorrow. In the desperate desert, there was a long-lost rain.

"It's me..." Seeing this scene, Justinian also felt a trace of guilt in his heart. Although all this must be caused by the anger of Moriah's rebellious nobles, but he had to act for his inability. Self-blame. If he himself could be more cautious before, all tragedies could be avoided. And now he is more deeply worried about the safety of Odosia in the city.

"Master Justinian, we have finally waited for you. Please be sure to punish these cursed insurgents. They have completely destroyed all the villages you have set up for us, they have also taken away our food and killed our relatives. Please be the master for us!" These villagers have hope in their eyes at this time. The invincible teenager in their eyes is the only one who can entrust everything, and this makes Justinian feel more worried. .

Resisting the fluctuations in his heart, Justinian tried his best to calm himself down, "Don't worry, I will give you a fair." After speaking, the boy let a Turkic team around him bring the villagers who were barely settled down. Find a safe place to settle down temporarily.

And looking at the young man’s gloomy and terrifying expression and those deep eyes that seemed to swallow everything, the Turkic guard on the side cautiously reminded: "Master Justinian~www.wuxiahere.com~ You promised Master Alslan "Even the villages around Tripolis have received such retaliation. It is obvious that the situation in Tripolis is now sinister, and because of this, he has to worry that Justinian will choose Emotional.

But those lake-blue eyes gave him a look with infinite force, almost pressing him out of breath, "I know this, I don't need your reminder. What about the captive person? He brought it up, I have something to ask him."

Under the pressure of the momentum just now, I deeply realized that this young adult would have such a moment of anger, and he didn't dare to say anything anymore. The Turkic warrior nodded and asked his men to change the previous one. The captive brought him up.

　　 I saw that the only surviving rebel who had been frightened and was frightened was brought up by Wuhuada. Seeing the boy riding on the horse, he was even more frightened and speechless. There is no doubt that the young man in front of him is really Justinian, and the young and grim voice at this moment also rang from the top of his head, pressing him like a king's will to make him unable to lift his head.

　　 Just listen to Justinian slowly asking: "How is Tripolis now? I want to listen to the truth, which determines whether you live or die next."

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