Eagle Flag of Epirus

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"Retreat, retreat!" On the deck, the deadly injured pirates just scrambled with their tails in their heads, not even their companions. The Venetians were also stunned by the scene at this time. They saw a group of powerful Russ appearing from the stern that had approached before, and as soon as they joined the battlefield, they would destroy the unsuspecting Saracens. Rout.

Seeing the pirates jumped off the deck and returned to their boat to prepare to escape, Giovanni hurriedly yelled at the group of Ross people whom he didn't even know, "Quickly stop them! Don't let them run." NS!"

I was almost killed because of this group of pirates before, and now I am about to wipe out all of them before I hate it, how can I just let them go like this!

However, the Ross soldiers turned a deaf ear to the Venetian's call and call. After repelling the pirates, they did not pursue it anymore, letting the Saracens escape and drive the boat. Soon, Giovanni and his sailors could only watch the pirates scatter and flee, and it was too late to pursue them.

"What are you doing? Why are you letting them run away!" Seeing that the pirates were let go, Giovanni furiously turned to the Ross man who was watching coldly beside him.

But just as his words fell, a thick arm like a tree trunk suddenly grabbed the Venetian man and lifted it up directly by the collar.

"Noisy!" The accent with the breath of frozen soil and snow sounded in Giovanni's ear, and it turned out to be a Greek that he could understand! The Venetian who has no resistance is like a little chicken, and has no resistance.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding sailors hurriedly tried to rescue them, but the tomahawk and broad-bladed sword in the hands of the Ruths lay in front of them, making the Venetians who only had daggers and daggers in their hands discouraged.

"Let...Let me go! Do you know who I am?" Giovanni yelled angrily, twisting his neck and struggling. But no matter how he swung around, the opponent's big hand dragged him as if he was carrying a small object effortlessly.

"It seems that you haven't figured out the correct way to talk." The Rose man snorted roughly, then raised his hand a lot, and immediately Giovanni felt his collar. The son turned into a gallows, strangling him out of breath.

Soon, the Venetian gave up his unrealistic resistance. He breathlessly compromised: "Okay, I know, please raise your hand, I know what to do." Seeing these Ross people are not good , Giovanni also understood that the opponent that came hard is absolutely not to eat, and then changed his previous attitude.

And this is really effective, only to hear the man holding him hum, "It's pretty much the same, and it's really easy to deal with you guys like this." After all, the other party put down Giovanni who was about to be strangled to death. , Threw him on the deck.

"Master Giovanni!" The sailors hurriedly helped the fallen nobleman up, but Giovanni pushed them away indifferently. At this time, he saw clearly what the man who grabbed him before was really like. A burly man who stands like a clock tower is worthy of being a descendant of the Vikings. The Ross man in front of him is stronger and burly than his men. No wonder he was picked up by one hand.

Giovanni looked around again, and dozens of burly Rosmanns on the deck in front of him were staring straight at him. The Venetian nobles felt stunned, but his mind flashed at this moment. Uncharacteristically, the arrogant nobleman quickly changed his face and apologized to the Ross man in front of him, saying: "I was so impatient just now that I didn't want to let the pirates go. That's why I said bad words. Thank you all for helping us in the boat. ."

"It's pretty much the same." Yaroslav stood out. This is exactly the effect he wanted. He pointed to the distance on the sea again, and said: "The group of pirates and our Rus brothers It's a holiday, how could we let them go. Don't believe me, you see!"

Looking in the direction pointed by the Ross man, Giovanni saw that the pirate who had just escaped had somehow sunk in the sea! You can hear the desperate roar of the Saracens from a distance, and their clippers are still some distance from the coast. It is almost impossible to swim past them. Looking at the half-sinking hull, Giovanni can be sure even The best sailor would only die on it. Turning his head and looking at the Ross people who were admiring all of this with their arms, the Venetian nobles suddenly understood-it turned out that they had cut open the bottom of the pirates a long time ago, and instead of chasing them, they deliberately let the other party drown in the sea. . Thinking of this, Giovanni couldn't help but shudder, and subconsciously became vigilant in his heart. What is the origin of these unidentified Ross people, and what are they trying to come here?

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The Venetian man who was hesitant to talk didn't know how to test each other for a while, and the two sides on the deck were silent with each other, and at this moment a young voice came.

"Mr. Yaroslav, how long are you going to linger! Really, the Teutons on the ship are waiting impatiently!" Igor climbed up from the side of the ship with a humming rope. Urgently urged.

Yaroslav also coordinated with his arms akimbo and sipped on the deck. He grabbed the thin Igor and said unhappily, "These Germans! They didn't stop for a moment when they left the Holy Land, don't worry. They! Tell them that it will take at least a few days to get to Taranto. We have to go to Thessaloniki to replenish fresh water and food in the middle. ."

"Thessaloniki, are you coming from the Holy Land to Thessaloniki?" When he heard the conversation opposite, Giovanni's bright eyes vaguely felt that there was an opportunity that seemed to be waiting for him.

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So he put aside his doubts and stepped forward and started talking.

"Who are you?" Igor asked with a tilted head at the Venetian man who came up.

Giovanni, who does not doubt that he is there, is not hiding his identity. He introduced himself: "Several people have come from afar, and the news from the Holy Land is also blocked. I must not know what happened in Thessaloniki. !"

"Isn’t it just those guys from the Crusaders? Now, look at the boat behind us. Those people are all coming back from Jerusalem. A group of German monks and knights. I heard that there are some from Memphis in Thessaloniki. The Marquis is very close." Igor replied with a shrug.

Seeing the Ross people in front of him, the news was blocked, Giovanni laughed and explained to him: "It seems that a few people really don't know something. The Marquis of Memphis was unfortunately killed on the battlefield a year ago. Thessaloniki is being controlled by a group of Greek mobs. It is estimated that you will not be welcomed when you go, especially the Teutonics you call."

"Oh, as long as you give enough money, the business will do the same, right!" Yaroslav preached nonchalantly, as if he didn't take Venetian's words to heart.

Upon seeing this, Giovanni immediately added another sentence and reminded: "But there is now a war breaking out there. The coalition forces from Epirus and Bulgaria are besieging Thessaloniki. I want you to go there to supplement your supplies. It's unlikely."

Hearing such news, Yaroslav put on a troubled look on his face~www.novelmt.com~ This is...unfortunate, wouldn't it be a long detour? Damn, I knew I should stop in Rhode Island. Yes, is our fresh water enough for other supply points? "

Asked Igor on the side, Igor quickly waved his hand and replied, "I'm afraid it's a bit hanged."

"Damn it!" The "angry" Yaroslav slammed a fist on the mast, and the swaying sails were teetering in the air.

At this time, the Venetian with a smile on his face came forward and told the Ross man in front of him the proposal he had prepared for a long time.

"Everyone, for the sake of your help before, the problem of supply is covered by me, but before that, I don't know if I am willing to help with the next small favor?" Giovanni looked at this group of extraordinary combatants. People, their minds have already become active, and the other party said that there are even returning Teutonic knights on the boat. The Venetian who immediately realized that he had had good luck was determined to win him over anything.

With their backs to Giovanni, Yaroslav and Igor, who had lost their temper just now, briefly looked at each other and smiled, then turned around and asked: "What busy do we need to do?"

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^