After a "friendly" exchange between Mehmed II and Uzun Hassan, the Aries and Ottoman armies joined forces and marched towards Antioch.

At this time, in Antioch, the night was already deep, most of the soldiers had rested, and only the patrolling soldiers were still active.

At the gate of Antioch, a crusader sent the patrolling soldiers away, looked around, slowly opened the gate a crack, and a figure quickly rushed out of the gap.

However, the sound of the gates opening alarmed the patrol leader,

"Luca, are you alright? Why is it so slow to pee? ”

"Alright, alright, here we are."

The man named Luca trotted out of the city gates, responding all the way,

"Did you hear anything from there?"

"Oh, a wild cat, it's springing, it's okay."

Luca sneered, his tone slightly unnatural,

"Really?"

The captain didn't hear it, but only warned,

"Be careful, don't play tricks on me, you know?"

"How dare I?" Luca shouted aggrieved, his tone was uneven,

Hearing the voices of several people getting farther and farther away, Katona, who was hiding in the shadows, breathed a sigh of relief, and then rushed towards the Mamluk camp outside the city.

In a short time, Katona came to the vicinity of the Mamluk camp,

"Who?"

The Mamluk sentries easily spotted Katona, who was unaware of the situation, and immediately stopped Katona's attempt to storm the camp.

"Tell Ibrahim to come out to me."

Katona's tone was slightly softened, and if he wanted to become a sultan, Ibrahim's help was essential.

"Who are you?"

It is impossible for a sentry to listen to a stranger, and he must first ask for his identity.

"My name is Katona, and I am the governor of Syria."

Katona was still relatively patient, and the sentry looked at Katona carefully suspiciously, and when he saw that he was alone, he also relaxed his vigilance,

"You, watch him, don't let him run around."

The captain of the sentry casually pointed to a soldier, and then went to the Chinese tent to report to Ibrahim.

After a while, Ibrahim hurried out wearing only a shirt, and he had to make an attitude regardless of whether the person outside was Katona or not.

"Is it really you? Lord Katona?! ”

As soon as he went out, Ibrahim recognized Katona and shouted excitedly.

Katona is also excited, do you know how I'm spending my days these days? When he finally came back, he almost didn't cry.

Katona stepped forward and took Ibrahim's arms and pulled him inside,

Ibrahim had a stomach full of questions to ask Katona, and at this time, he was no longer taboo,

"My lord, I've heard... You were captured by the Aragonese? Is this true? ”

Katona paused, the test came, and if he couldn't give a perfect explanation, Ibrahim probably wouldn't have been so polite.

Thinking like this, Katona adjusted his mood and showed a sad expression,

"Yes, Harry will not save him, our army fought to the last man, and in the end he was still outnumbered, for the sake of the citizens of the city, I had to temporarily submit to the Aragonese, but my heart has always been on the side of the country!"

"I found an opportunity to sneak out of the prison of the Aragonese at night, no one has found out yet, and now, I need your help to help me counterattack the Aragonese and avenge the Sultan of Harry."

Ibrahim's face suddenly became complicated,

"How do you know the Sultan is dead?"

Katona was shocked, yes, how did he forget about this stubble? It stands to reason that Harry's death was after Catona was captured, and Catona couldn't have known about these things... Right?

Katona did his best to keep his facial expression constant,

"That's something I heard from the prison guards about it inadvertently, and it's something to be proud of for them."

Despite the suspicions, Ibrahim does not intend to pursue any further.

"Well, since you know the current situation, then you should also understand that a counteroffensive is unrealistic."

"I have reported the situation here to the country, and there is no news from the country at present, and now we are preparing to retreat to Damascus, so you can retreat with us."

"Nope." Katona subconsciously wanted to stop it, so he retreated, how did he get military power?

"Oh? Do you have any other ideas? ”

Ibrahim narrowed his eyes, and his tone was unwavering,

"Well, it's nothing, I'm just... Somewhat tired. ”

Katona realized that he was still too eager, and that he could only take it slowly.

After a few more days, the Mamluk procession had begun to retreat one after another, and Harry's funeral was held, and the whole ceremony was solemn, and he was buried directly at the foot of Mount Sippius.

Until now, Katona still did not find a chance to seize military power, Ibrahim was a veteran general in the army, the army was well organized by him, Katona could not find any place to intervene, seeing that the army was withdrawing less and less, Katona was also secretly anxious.

Perhaps it was the heavens that favored Catona, and soon, the opportunity came.

On this day, Ibrahim and Katona were discussing the withdrawal of troops, when the soldier's report interrupted the conversation.

"Report, two adults, there is an unknown force approaching, less than ten miles away from us."

The two secretly wondered, at this time, who would come here? In the entire Arab world, who doesn't know that this is a battlefield, who will come here with nothing to do?

After glancing at each other, the two tacitly decided to go out and have a look, and for the Mamluks, who were no longer dominant, any wind and grass made people nervous.

When the two went out, they saw the crescent moon flag representing the Arabs from a distance, and it stands to reason that the arrival of the congregants of the same religion should make the two feel relaxed, but in fact, on the contrary, the hearts of the two were a lot heavier.

"It seems that the other party is either an Ottoman Turk or a Turkmen of the Aries Dynasty."

Ibrahim opened his mouth with a heavy face, and there was worry in his eyes that could not be dissolved,

"Hmm," Katona nodded, and then realized,

"How do you know?"

Ibrahim glanced at Catona and didn't want to speak, but Catona realized that he seemed to have said something stupid and shut up.

Under the watchful eyes of the defenders of Antioch and the Mamluks, the army slowly halted and began to camp, as if it was intended to be stationed for a long time.

At the same time, several emissaries rode out from the army and galloped towards Antioch and Mamluks.

"I have seen His Majesty Constantine, His Excellency Alfonso, His Excellency Laszlo, His Excellency Ferdinando, His Excellency Bernard."

came to say hello word by word in broken Latin, and Alfonso frowned when he heard it,

"Okay, who are you and what are you doing here?"

Alfonso tentatively asked about the other party's situation,

"On the instructions of His Majesty Mohammed II and His Holiness Uzun Hassan, I hope that your army and the Mamluks will be reconciled and that they will jointly contribute to peace in the Near East."

Hearing the words of the messenger, Constantine became interested,

"Mehmed II? He's here too? ”

"Yes, our Majesty Mohammed II has specifically asked me to greet His Majesty Constantine, who said that he would love to see you again."

Constantine smiled and chatted with the messenger for a few words, and then did not speak,

Seeing the two stop, Alfonso sneered at the messenger,

"It's to see that we're almost done, and this Mehmed II of yours has come to pick up the leak, right?"

"Please don't think so, Your Excellency Alfonso, His Majesty Mohammed is absolutely sincere in exhorting both of you to call off the truce of the army, and there is absolutely no coercion in any way."

No coercion? Then you came alone, if that's the case, you have to see the sinister of the world, bring so many people here, and be embarrassed to say peace, it's really shameless.

"What conditions did your Mehmed II offer?"

There's no way, the situation is stronger than people, and there are more ants that can bite and kill elephants, let alone such a well-trained army, if you really want to do it, no one can please you.

The messenger shook his head, indicating that he did not know,

"I am just a messenger to deliver a message on behalf of the Sultan, and I am afraid that you will have to talk to His Majesty the Sultan in person before I can do anything else, and our Sultan hopes that in three days, several adults can negotiate in the open space between the three parties outside the city, and at that time, the Mamluks will also arrive."

"You are so confident that the Mamluks will give in?" Alfonso was a little skeptical,

"If they won't give in, we have our own way." The messenger looked confident.

Alfonso was silent for a while, as he got older, his thoughts were a little sluggish, the affairs in the army were already very complicated, most of the time it was Ferdinando who helped Alfonso deal with it, Rao was so, these trivial things still made Alfonso feel very tired.

"Yes, in three days, we will naturally be there, and we hope that you can fulfill your promise."

"What do you think?"

Sending the messenger away, Alfonso looked at Constantine and asked for his opinion,

"Let's talk to the Mamluks first, this matter may be a blessing or a curse."

Constantine is also very helpless, in this short period of time, how can there be so many variables, originally Constantine was going to touch the fish, but since joining the crusaders, he has not had an easy life, he is busy with this and that every day, it is better to come at home freely, if he didn't get the data of the new musket, this expedition would have been lost.

The direction of events has also become magical, originally the Crusaders were against the Mamluks, but now they have to unite with the Mamluks against the Turks and Turkmens, which is really strange in the world.

And under this undercurrent, three days also passed in a flash.