Osin? Shafar stood on the hill with a clairvoyant in his hand, looking far north of the city of Aleppo beneath the hill.

Three days earlier, a Byzantine army had moved outside Aleppo to attack the remaining Tianzhu garrison in Aleppo.

Their tribes, who had lived around the city of Aleppo, had to relocate to find a way to avoid the possibility of war.

Although nominally their Shafar tribe belonged to the city of Aleppo, they were unwilling to fight for the current city of Aleppo, because the guardians of the current city of Aleppo were the Song people from the east, and they could not fight to the death for the people of the east.

But, of course, they will not like the Byzantines even more.

Although they were more familiar with this neighbor than each other, it was the familiarity of being adversaries and enemies in each other's wars, and by no means the friendship of friendly neighbors.

The Shapfar tribe is arguably one of the oldest tribes in the vicinity, thriving back even from the time of the great Babylonians and perhaps one of the purest Semitic descendants of the present era. Both the Byzantines from the West and the Song from the East had a hard time gaining their loyalty.

When will the descendants of the great Semitic race rise again to have their own nation and make their voices heard in this war-torn era?

Thinking of this, Ao Xin couldn't help but smile in his heart, he knew that this was just a delusion, the Semitic people's own country had disappeared in the smoke of war for thousands of years, and had become a plate of scattered sand. Since then, steppe men from the east and Euromas from the west have wreaked havoc on the land, but these Semitic descendants have never had any hope of becoming protagonists again.

In the midsummer morning light, Ohin used a clairvoyant mirror to observe the Byzantine army camp around the neighborhood for a while, and then chose to return to his tribe.

The Shafars migrated to the Gobi, seventy miles south of Aleppo, in a place that was not easily accessible to outsiders.

As soon as he returned to the tent, the tribal chief, François, the father of Ohsin? Shafar sat in the shadows behind the tent and asked in a deep voice:

"How? Will the Byzantines be able to take Aleppo? ”

This question is important to the Shaffars, who have chosen the right direction in this war, rather than being held accountable by the victors after the war.

This was the choice that these poor people, who had the misfortune to be drawn into this war, had to make, and this had been decided from the very beginning when Aleppo had unfortunately become the battlefield of two great powers in the East and the West.

Osin Shaffar was the wisest son of François Shaafar, and François even sent him to Italy to study in order to broaden his horizons, and he had witnessed those great names with his own eyes. He had faith in the vision of this son of his.

Ao Xin lowered his head and thought for a while, with a complicated expression on his face, and replied thoughtfully:

"No, I don't know yet."

Although I knew that this answer would definitely disappoint my father, it was certainly better to say so than to make a rash decision.

Knowing the answer may make the tribe lose the opportunity to choose, but the wrong judgment will definitely ruin the future of the tribe, and a small tribe like them Shafar has no chance to make mistakes in such a war.

François was naturally a little disappointed that his son didn't dare to say the answer, but what his son said made him really relieved.

At least that means he doesn't have to make that choice yet.

Osin thought for a moment and then said:

"The only thing I know for sure is that there are many Byzantines outside the city, and I see the banners of at least three legions above their barracks."

"Three legions?"

The Shaffar were familiar with the Byzantines and knew about the Byzantine legions.

"Yes, three."

Ao Xin nodded,

"They were Asiatic Minor, Thracians, Bulgarians, heavily armed knights, and musketeers with nothing on their bodies."

"Musketeers?" Because of the influence of his son, François knew that his son valued musketeers very much, believing that this type of army was likely to dominate the battlefield in the future, not to mention that as far as he knew, the powerful Song people from the east valued musketeers more, and in their army, almost musketeers were the main force.

"But their musketeers were far inferior to the Song."

Osin shook his head and explained,

"Their equipment and training are far inferior to the Song soldiers we see in the city of Aleppo."

Speaking of this, Osin remembered the Oriental soldiers they had seen in the city of Aleppo, which was supposed to be the army under the command of the legendary Marquis of Heaven.

Although it is only a small force of less than 500 people, it can still be seen

"But as you said, the Byzantines who came had three legions." His father said, "Three legions against five hundred men in the city of Aleppo. Do you still find it impossible to judge the outcome of this war? ”

François looked at his son solemnly, he needed an answer.

"Yes, yes, Father!" Ao Xin was stunned for a moment, as if it was the first time he thought about this question, "I think we should be cautious. ”

"We all know that the Mongols were defeated by the Song people, and they helped us drive out the Mongols and take possession of the land. And it was because of this that the Byzantines were able to get out of Anatolia, and the war between the two countries was not so simple. Even now that the Byzantines have the upper hand, we cannot easily get down. ”

François sighed, and could see that he was feeling a little deflated,

"What a pity! It's a good time! ”

He looked at his son,

"You know, the nearby House of Jonah and the House of Alec have come to us, and they think it's the best golden opportunity to take back the autonomy from the Byzantines, and they want to build an alliance."

"Humph!"

Ao Xin said disdainfully:

"The sheep think that together they can take food from the hyenas, they are too stupid and too greedy!"

François's old eyes looked a little gloomy,

"But, you know, they just want to be free as much as we do,"

"Free!"

Listening to François's words, Osin's eyes also flickered a little, but in an instant, just for a moment, his eyes became firm again,

"Everything requires strength and a price, and in front of the two giants who are fighting, the Shafar tribe needs to remain humble!"