After listening to Elrens's arrangement, everyone was silent for a while, and Jole finally couldn't help but ask, "What about us, what should Mirina and I do?"

The evil dragon turned his head to look at him, although these two black dragons have extremely strong destructive power, but at the same time, the shortcomings are also very obvious, they exude a very strong dragon aura, even if they are incarnated, they can't hide it. Such a strong source of energy could not approach the tightly defended encirclement of the Nicaeans without attracting attention.

Therefore, Elrens shook his head: "The dragon breath on your body is too obvious, and it is easy to be detected by the other party, I am afraid that it is not suitable to participate in this kind of operation that requires hiding from the enemy." ”

Jole was in a hurry, the black dragon was naturally a race keen on fighting, and the calm of Dragon Island had already suffocated him over the years. Now that there is an opportunity to go on a killing spree, who can be willing to stay on the sidelines and be a spectator? So he immediately protested: "We can't come here for nothing! If you don't give me a mission, I'll move freely!"

Elrens smiled inwardly, this guy really couldn't stand the agitation.

The dragon pretended to pinch his chin and thought about it, "Okay, in that case, you guys are responsible......"

Time quickly passed another few days, about a hundred kilometers outside the Byzantine city.

On the southeastern shore of the Black Sea, the lower Danube estuary that traverses the Great Germanic Forest is home to a fortress called Achille, which was originally a military stronghold on the outskirts of the Byzantine city. However, by this time the original fortress had been completely razed to the ground, and the base camp of the Nicene siege army had been established in the ruins.

The siege of Byzantium, the city of Shijie, has been going on for more than a year, and more than two years if the outer campaigns are counted. Both sides suffered heavy casualties, and even the king of the Latin kingdom, which was at the outback, was killed in battle, hundreds of thousands of troops were wiped out, and all but the capital was lost, and it was on the verge of collapse. And the Nicaeans, who had the advantage on the battlefield, were no better off than the Latin Kingdom......

It was already early spring, and unlike the warmer climate of Delos, the Byzantine region in the northern temperate zone had not yet fully emerged from the bitter cold of winter. The cold sensation went straight into the bones and made people shiver. In the roar of the north wind from the continent of ice and snow, spring rain mixed with fine snow continued to fall from the gray sky, and the frozen soil on the ground began to melt, and the mud mixed with the rain and snow, forming a large swamp up to half a meter deep in some areas.

Thousands of kilometers of the Nicaean siege base camp, the majestic Golden King's Tent was built on a hill surrounded by countless guards that not even a single rat could get in.

Inside the tent, a constantly burning bonfire resisted the cold. Justinian, the young king dressed in a heavy arctic fox velvet, sighed heavily as he looked at the rain and snow outside the tent. He frowned, deep worry written all over his handsome face.

Since the fall of the Eastern Romans fifty years ago, the Nicaeans have been bent on recovering their homeland. After decades of preparation, the kingdom has accumulated countless money and food, and the army is strong, and the civil and military generals are bent on revenge. The young king was full of ambition, believing that with the power of Nicaea and his leadership, he would be able to sweep all directions, and not only would it be easy to recover the old capital, but even the Balkan and Anatolian continents would be just around the corner

However, what Justinian did not expect was that when the war began, although the Nicaean successfully defeated the long-weakened Latin Kingdom, they were completely stolen by the Olympian League on the battlefield. Fearing that he would dominate the Balkans as he grew stronger, the young king decided to betray his former ally.

In the Battle of Montenegro, the Olympian League was defeated, and the Nicaeans, who had no worries, immediately besieged the Byzantine city. It was expected that the Latin kingdom would soon collapse after heavy losses, but the Byzantine defenses were extremely strong, and in the siege war that followed for more than a year, Justinian spent almost all the money, food and equipment accumulated by Nicaea over the years, and more than 200,000 soldiers were killed and wounded, and had to be forcibly conscripted several times to replenish the fighting force.

At this point, Nicaea's national strength has been greatly depleted, and it is all supported by the belief in recovering the old capital, but the combat strength and morale have reached a critical point, and if Byzantium cannot be defeated in a short time, it is likely to be defeated on all fronts. Fortunately, at this time, the Nicaean army had swept away all the strongholds outside the Byzantine city and surrounded them on all sides, leaving only tens of thousands of remnants in the city, and only need to wait for the rain and snow to stop before launching a general offensive in Zuihou......

"Bixia, Your Excellency Belisarius has arrived. ”

Just as Justinian was thinking, a heavily armed guard walked in from outside, interrupting the young king's train of thought.

"Let him in. Justinian nodded immediately.

Soon, a middle-aged general with a thick beard walked into the big tent covered in rain and snow, he was tall and strong, his face was majestic, and his every move revealed a fierce momentum like a lion. In particular, the fierce gaze between the eyes made countless enemies shudder. This man was Justinian's right-hand man, and the commander-in-chief of hundreds of thousands of Nicene soldiers in the siege, Field Marshal Belisarius.

"Bixia, is there anything you summoned me for?" Belisarius handed the unpretentious sword at his waist to the guard, and bowed to the young king.

"Let's sit down and have a hot cup of tea. Justinian laughed kindly.

The field marshal in front of him has been partnering with him for many years, and the two sides have cooperated seamlessly. Belisarius was not only successful in battle, but also loyal to himself, and the young king trusted his general. However, unlike Belisarius, who was strong and majestic in appearance, Justinian was born thin and sickly, lacking the air of a king. Whenever he saw this dignified field marshal, the young king always felt a little unnatural in his heart.

Belisarius did not know what Justinian was thinking, so he nodded and sat down on a thick velvet cushion opposite the young king, picked up the steaming tea beside him, and took a sip to dispel the chill from his body.

The two looked at the huge map laid out on the ground in silence, and after a long time, Justinian asked, "What is the state of the army now?"

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