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"Plowing our land with our sword! Let the Greeks know our determination. Our allies in Athens will also help us in the near future. They have invited Alexander of Memphis, King of Thessaloniki. Just as long as it is. Our unity is the time when the Greeks will die!" Count Senna told the nobles present another news, which refreshed everyone's spirits.

Alexander of Memphis, his uncle was the leader of the Fourth Crusade, he also came to Moriah. But then they suddenly came across, because the legend is that Justinian killed the Marquis of Boniface on the Macedonian battlefield. It seems that all the old and new hatreds are here now, and if Alexander's 10,000 new troops join in, everyone can't help but be more sure of victory.

"We follow in your footsteps, Lord Senna!"

"It's time for us to take revenge!"

"Let them pay! Moria will be ours sooner or later."

After learning that there will be allies joining them in the war against Justinian, the Latin aristocrats are more confident. They echoed loudly, and they all agreed. They either shouted, or clenched fists and slapped the table. Sabre.

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When the passionate nobles returned to their territories to enlist the army to prepare for battle, only Charles the Little Marquis and the Seine Palace were left in the chamber.

And Charlie Chapulitt, who had not spoken, suddenly tilted his head and looked at the palace minister beside him: "Earl Senna, why do we have to raise troops against Justinian, he is clearly our benefactor?"

Although Charlie Chapulit is the nominal monarch of Achaia, after all, he is still a childish young man who does not understand the cruelty of political struggles. It is always a life and death. In his opinion, they were able to escape Gottfrey's. All thanks to Justinian’s help in hunting down and regaining the throne of the Marquis.

Seeing the spotless boy in his eyes, Earl Senna sighed slightly in his heart. This was indeed too heavy for a twelve-year-old. He calmly said: "You will understand these things when you grow up. Now leave these things to me for the time being, Your Highness!"

Looking at the sturdy face of Earl Senna, Charlie nodded ignorantly. As the illegitimate son of Marquis William, he was taken to his father very late, so he did not have the sharpness and iron-bloodedness of knights and nobles compared to his peers, but since he is himself The very respectable Earl Senna said so, so there should be no problem in choosing to trust him.

Let the waiters on the left and right take the little marquis back to the palace residence. At this time, only Senna was sitting here in the empty conference hall, and even the guards guarding the door were driven away by him. And without saying a word, he looked at what seemed to be waiting before his eyes, when the door in front of him was suddenly pushed open slowly.

Slowly walking in is the person that Earl Senna has been waiting to see, and if this scene is discovered by the nobles just now, it will inevitably cause an uproar. Because of this, Earl Senna chose to withdraw all unrelated people, and he stayed. It will not arouse others' suspicion here, but will only think that the palace is dealing with something important.

Standing in front of Senna was the Governor of Nafplio’s Pizza, Baron Pierre! And he has publicly sided with Justinian not long ago, and is also regarded as an enemy by the Latins. But now he appeared safely in Corinth, and Earl Senna received him calmly.

"Long time no see, old friend!" Smiling Pierre greeted him.

But Earl Senna didn't give the other side a good face, and said straightforwardly: "It's just that I haven't seen it for half a year, and don't get close to me. Let's talk, there is something else I want to do."

"Don't worry, I won't make you embarrassed. Besides, I'm just running errands here for Justinian this time." Baron Pierre laughed, and his face looked like a businessman. The face made Count Senna disgusted.

"Why did Justinian send you to let me do this?" Count Senna asked with a low face, looking at the Italian man in front of him. It was not his own idea to summon the nobles in the territory of Achaia to rebel, but the actual promoter behind the scenes was Justinian himself. And this, Senna himself felt incredible, in fact, it was possible to use his control to barely suppress other nobles in the territory. But Justinian did not ask him to do that. On the contrary, it could facilitate the confluence of the three forces of Achaia, the Principality of Athens, and Alexander Memphis.

"Who knows this!" Pierre shrugged, and suddenly said, "Maybe he just finds it troublesome and wants to solve it all at once."

"Is it all solved? This is indeed the style of that little fox!"

"Where is he a little fox! Now he can hide a lion in his body."

The faint conversations of the two echoed in the empty hall, and they were talking to each other, as if the fate of the tens of thousands of Latin troops that were about to merge has been written, just waiting for everything to happen in an orderly manner. Now they don't doubt Justinian's ability at all, on the contrary they only guess that Justinian will do other things that they didn't think of.

"I'm very curious, so you have put these nobles under your command to death, will you really have peace of mind?" Pierre asked with a playful smile, I'm afraid that the entire Achaia nation will be The man in front of him was blinded, who would have thought that the supreme commander on his side was actually the enemy's spy.

This is a sharp question, but Earl Senna's eyes did not fluctuate at all, and he asked:

"Then what about you? Your conscience, Lord Pierre?"

"Why didn't I go in the past? Those people have nothing to do with me." Pierre wondered if Count Senna would ask himself such an obvious question.

And Senna let out a long sigh of relief, and slowly said, "Yes, I have the same reason. The Achaia state still exists on the surface, but it is already an empty shelf. I only have Corinth in my hands. They are just superficial vassals to me. When the Marquis William was there, they bowed their heads to their ears, and when Gottfrey was ill-intentioned, they stood by. And now they are driven to a dead end by Justinian, so What is their life and death to me?"

Everyone lives for profit. This is the unbreakable truth that everyone who came before the First Crusade must understand-they did not come for wealth, not to defend faith and virtue, but It's just to catch the skirt of the **** of wealth. Justinian promised to permanently grant the fiefdoms of Corinth and Patras to him and Charlie Chapulit hereditary, this is the only reason Senna has chosen to cooperate with the Greeks so desperately.

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On the other side, Moriah decided that, after paying a considerable price, Justinian finally eliminated the last Byzantine warlord and took control of the entire military district. This was the first administrative reunification of the military region in decades, and Justinian was able to greatly expand his power. As Neusky and Salius arrived in time to unite with the Pisa to destroy the Moria rebels in the north, there was no way for other Latins who wanted to take advantage of the fire and looting.

"All Pronian nobles have given up their fiefdom jurisdiction, and the noble taxes paid are enough to raise a standing army with a scale of over ten thousand." This was Justinian’s first attempt. What he had to do was Reshaping an army dedicated to him, Moria's new army is just the beginning.

With Justinian’s liquidation of various parts of the military region, it also allowed him to border on a large area of ​​the Latin territory in the north, and as the friction intensified, it was only a matter of time before the two sides broke the peace agreement and started a war. So he decided to make a bold combat plan, that is, to take the initiative to introduce three forces into Moriah, use the Pisa navy from the sea to cut off the enemy's way, so as to force the enemy to seek a decisive battle, and completely eliminate these Latins.

Undoubtedly, if this can be done, Moriah's worries about Justinian will disappear. And here will become the strongest rear in Justinian’s hands, providing Justinian with a steady stream of wealth and soldiers, so he doesn’t need to worry about the threat from the Northern Dukas family to him but this plan is the only one. The variable is that the gap between the enemy and our strength is too large-this is also the reason for Nevsky's fierce opposition.

"It's too dangerous to do this! We have just finished a bad battle, and what we should do now is to recuperate rather than continue to be militant."

Neusky tried to persuade Justinian to give up. After all, the number of Latin rebels at this time was at least 30,000, and the current Moriah mobilization can only help Justinian with less than 6,000 people. . The strength between the enemy and ourselves is too great. In Nieowski's view, it is absolutely impossible to rely solely on command on the battlefield. Otherwise, even if it is a victory, it will be a victory for Pyrrhus.

But in the end, Justinian rejected all the arguments and persuaded everyone to prepare according to his plan.

"The Latins are already ready to move. When we are recuperating, they are already sharpening their knives. In such a situation, they have no other choice but to take the initiative."

After Chen talked about the pros and cons, Justinian firmly stated that he would expel all the Latins of Moria and leave them alone, so that Moria's land would be filled with the double-headed eagle battle flag of the empire.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner. According to the report of the Earl of Senna, the little nobles of the Marquis of Achaia are already ready to move, and the Latin army in Athens has recently reported that it is gathering. What their purpose is, it's clear at a glance. And this is exactly the effect Justinian wants to see. The enemy's espionage system has long been under their control.

However, at this moment, Mistraus had one thing that delayed Justinian-that is, many civilians who had been affected by the rebels. At this time, all of them went bankrupt. The village was destroyed by the rebels and they were homeless, so they had to come to Mystras miserably to seek the blessing of Justinian, as long as they could get a sum of money to settle down. Just start a career. This is undoubtedly a matter of great opinion. For a time, there were refugees inside and outside the city, which also made Mistras

After roughly investigating the situation, Justinian only thought for a moment and generously placed the refugees in the farms around Mystras, allocated land to these people, and provided clothing and food. Such a generous decision made the refugees feel grateful to Justinian. Soon, the news spread throughout Moriah, causing many refugees to travel to Mystras to seek relief without hesitation. A free man who escaped from the world and deep in the mountains to escape becoming a serf. Hearing that there was a land division, they immediately gathered from all over the world to Justinian's side.

In this regard, Justinian did not refuse to come, still not stingy with money, as if the wealth in his hands is endless, and for this, Justinian, who spent money like running water, did not feel distressed at all. Anyway, he used everything. It is the vault of that old thing of Alex III, which was actually taken from the people, now let these things be returned! To recruit a large number of refugees, Justinian has only one condition, that is, these refugees must accept his recruitment unconditionally within the next year.

Watching the newly arrived craftsmen and workers go up and down ~www.ltnovel.com~ to increase the walls of Mystras, this ancient capital of Sparta finally began to take shape, with the feeling of being governed by a military region. At the same time, the Pisa merchant ship also rushed to transport horses and weapons at sea. All civilians were also organized at this time. The men participated in the militia to exercise their basic combat capabilities, while the women sewed the men’s robes and washed clothes.

In just a few days, the city was turned into a strong fortress. Following the surrounding mountains, hills and bridges, Justinian also ordered the soldiers to build a large number of fortresses as a perimeter line of defense for Mystras. All these camps were chosen to be built on dangerous terrain, and they seemed easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Everyone already knows about the coming war, the Latin army is about to go south, but there is no panic in Mystras. On the contrary, people live their lives safely because they know the whole of Moria’s The grain and soldiers have been transferred here continuously. Once the war starts, this is the safest place.

Seeing all this proceeding in an orderly manner, Justin Nevey smiled and said to himself, "It's time to have a break with these guys. If you just kill all these Latin nobles, then I didn't know Theodore. How ugly Prince Er and Emperor Mikhail's faces will be." They smiled softly, but if you look closely at Justinian's side, you will find that there is no slight smile in those eyes.

The sky is getting darker, the wind is rising, and the already sultry weather is finally about to usher in a heavy rain, but the dense clouds are above people's heads, which makes people unable to breathe. Feeling the situation in front of him, a poem flashed in Justinian's mind: The mountain and the rain are coming and the wind is full. It seems that he will undoubtedly be greeted by a storm.