"One, two..." Alexius silently counted the number of people he killed.

As a nobleman, he was forced to receive high-intensity military training and cultural and moral education since he was a child. His father encouraged him to become an outstanding general. At that time, he did not understand his father's approach. It was not until now that he suddenly understood.

The martial arts he possesses are the result of his father's hard work. The sweat and time he has put in are finally rewarded at this moment.

After more than twenty years of ups and downs, Alexius has mastered swordsmanship, riding and archery, and his status and abilities have gradually gained some luster.

But Alexius was not limited to this. He then set his sights on the political field, hoping to consolidate his power and status through some political purposes.

He has been able to move flexibly in high-level society, communicate skillfully with nobles and rich people, and enhance his influence and status.

He relied on his endless eloquence to win the support of the Queen of Georgia, who sent troops to help Alexius recapture Trebizond and used it as a stronghold to expand in all directions.

After the Crusaders captured Constantinople, all this changed fundamentally.

A large number of aristocratic children who had promising futures went bankrupt overnight, their lands were confiscated by the Crusaders, their property was divided up by the Crusaders, their status and power plummeted instantly, and they became destitute nobles. But Alexius was luckier, as he transferred the money in advance.

Most of his property stored in Constantinople was transferred to Trebizond, and he now had the support and help of the Kingdom of Georgia and a small elite army in his hands.

This is one of the important reasons why Alexius desperately wanted to go to Trebizond.

Your roots are planted there, how could you not go away?

In Trebizond, relying on the well-preserved military district system, an army of more than a thousand people was quickly raised. This seemingly small force was Alexius's opening to deal with Anatolia.

The biggest trump card of other local governments in western Asia and the Latin Empire.

Returning here, Alexius must always pay attention to the threat of long-range archers, while also dealing with these extremely difficult sailors. If he is not careful, he may be killed.

The hand-to-hand fighting on the deck continued, and the "battle" in the cabin was also going on. These naive refugees and nobles thought they could survive by hiding in the cabin, but God played a big joke on them. The battle had just begun.

The one who died was not a Greek soldier or a Venetian sailor, but themselves!

The bow of the Venetian ship hit a big hole in the civilian ship. Due to the influx of seawater, these panicked refugees had to run to the deck. Those who had no time to escape were submerged by the seawater. Fortunately, the area that was damaged was not too large.

, a sailor closed the hatch in time to prevent the fierce seawater from spreading further inward.

As soon as a poor woman returned to the deck, she was unfortunately bumped into by a Venetian sailor. The sailor slashed the woman with a knife and turned her into a corpse before she could scream.

The woman in front fell down, and the refugees behind who were still trying to get on the deck were frightened. They froze in place and tried to escape, but found that the people behind were still rushing to the deck. The scene was crowded and trampled.

Accidents followed one after another.

"Protect the people! Why did they come up again?"

"Sir! The previous impact destroyed part of the hull, and seawater filled the entire cabin!" replied a panicked noble.

"Damn it," as soon as he finished speaking, a Venetian sailor wielded a machete and slashed at him. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and quickly picked up the shield on the ground to block the fatal blow. Then he hit it hard. This well-trained man

The sailor couldn't help but stepped back several steps. Alexius seized this opportunity and slashed the sailor's neck with his sword. The sailor immediately fell to the ground and was still twitching on the ground.

"John!".

"Here, sir!" John kicked a sailor down, then held his shield to resist the loss of several arrows, and walked towards him in a defensive posture with his back turned. His combat vacancy was quickly filled by other soldiers.

"You lead a few soldiers to protect these refugees and evacuate them safely to the other end of the boat! If anyone is injured, I will take it from you."

"Yes, sir!" John firmly accepted Alexius's order. He shouted at the top of his voice to stop a few militiamen who were hiding behind, and led these militiamen to protect the refugees and evacuate to the other end of the ship.

"It's Greek pigs! Shoot them!" On the Venetian side, the sharp-eyed archers quickly noticed all this, and they aimed at these unarmed Greek refugees. Arrows were shot at the refugees, and John took a few

The militiamen stood firmly at the front, building a city wall with their bodies and desperately protecting the compatriots behind them to reach a safe place.

Alexios' situation was also very bad. Three Venetian sailors targeted him. Seeing that he was wearing extraordinary clothes, these Venetian sailors must have been a big shot, so they winked at each other,

Then they swarmed in and tried to surround the Greek noble.

Alexios saw that something was not going well. He put his left foot behind and his right foot in front, holding on to the shield to protect himself. The sword he held tightly in his right hand had already been filled with Venetian blood. He could not be surrounded!

The cunning Venetian sailors also noticed his every move and knew what the Greek was going to do without even thinking about it. Then they simply jumped up and tried to kill the Komnenos man.

"Dang!!" A sword struck Alexius directly on his shield, and the recoil almost made his palms numb. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another sword struck him, and he immediately used

The sword in his right hand resisted, and the sword head hit the sword body, almost making him unable to hold the handle.

A sailor rushed over with a big axe. Alexius made a quick decision and kicked down the barrel next to him. The sailor was tripped by the sudden barrel and one of his front teeth rolled to the ground. Before the sailor could stand up,

Then the Roman soldiers who came to support him stabbed him.

"Look! That Greek must be the Comnenus noble! Soldiers, capture Comnenos alive! Dedicate him to St. Mark!" On the deck of the Venetian, Conrad noticed the Greek noble who was desperately resisting.

He made a quick decision and concluded that this tall Greek with extraordinary clothing and superb swordsmanship was the Comnenus nobleman.

"Archer! Shoot this Greek in the leg! Don't kill him!"

"Hush, hush, hush!" Arrows were shot at Alexius. He reacted quickly and luckily blocked a few arrows, but one arrow still grazed his arm, and a scar appeared on his arm.
Chapter completed!