Eagle Flag of Epirus

On the fourth day of the besieged Fort Wiscari, this was the day when the Venetians were preparing to launch a general attack on the castle, and before that, the storm had no signs at all.

The world is silent, and the morning air is filled with the smell of dew mixed with vegetation last night. Although Fort Wiscari is besieged, because the Venetians have been standing still, the smell of gunpowder is much lighter than before.

The soldiers guarding the city looked blankly at the distant horizon. Although they were very nervous in the previous few days, the Venetian siege had already made them lose their patience and their nerves were tense, which eventually led to a kind of numbness.

Although the water source was cut off and there was not much food, Moria’s nobles had been blocking the news, coupled with the possibility of publicity, so many people in the city were still optimistic that the Venetians would choose to give up within a few days of siege.

But what will happen next undoubtedly proves that what the nobles made was a foolish and terrible decision.

The fog rolled in the early morning, and a huge shadow appeared in the center of the sea of ​​fog, which suddenly attracted the attention of the soldiers on the city wall, and the black shadow in the distance was getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little tense.

"what happened?"

"What it is?"

In the fog, the fully armed Venetian army gradually approached, I saw them lined up neatly, looking like a black iron wall from a distance, the soldiers holding spears and halberds were solemn, and behind them was a huge trebuchet. Slowly advancing, at the same time, the towering siege tower was also exposed to the Byzantines.

Seeing all this, the officer defending the city subconsciously took a breath of air, and couldn't help exclaiming. :

"My God! Is this trying to capture the walls of Babylon?"

His words are naturally an exaggeration, but looking at the siege equipment used by the Venetians, the officer immediately realized that the Venetians must have made a big move this time, and he immediately ordered his troops to prepare for battle.

"The archer is ready!"

"Everyone takes up the weapons in their hands!"

"The warning bell rang, the Venetian has attacked the city!"

Immediately, in the sound of the command, the defenders at the head of the city took up their weapons, and the guard bell rang, and all the soldiers and civilians in the city put down their work at the same moment. The civilians were dispersed and hid under their own roofs praying for God's blessing. The army in the city immediately picked up the guys in their hands to meet the upcoming attack.

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Under the city, before the battle of the Venetian army, Ranieri had also made all the preparations. Seeing the Byzantines in the city hurriedly preparing, his face also showed a sneer.

So the man turned his head and turned to the subordinates behind him and commanded: "Let our most elite soldiers send a shot to the Greeks. I hope the boulders we transported from Crete can surprise them."

"Is it to show these stupid Greeks the power and range of our catapult? Understood, Master Ranieri." Maximilian nodded in response.

"Let them know that we can bring death to them even behind the city walls," Ranieri said. "A senseless resistance will have no result. A castle is not worth mentioning, even if it is from Constantinople. The wall has to surrender to us."

"Long live San Marco!"

"Long live San Marco!"

Ranieri’s arrogant spirit infected everyone in front of the army. The Venetian roared with a roar, and used his weapon to strike the shield with a crisp sound, and the next moment, the catapult shook, The heavy stone bullets also shot at Fort Wiscari, which was not yet ready for defense.

After several consecutive times, there was a loud sound of something collapsing in the direction of Fort Wiscari. It was obvious that the Venetian trebuchet had hit the target, which made the soldiers who operated the trebuchet on the position cheered.

On the other side, the huge power of the trebuchet also made Byzantium frightened. The huge boulder just flew over his head, causing the defenders behind the city wall to lie on the ground in fear, while watching the houses behind him razed to the ground by the boulders, causing death and injury. The outcry of the civilians actually aroused their resentment of the same enemy. But watching the Venetian siege tower advancing, everyone was terrified from the heart, and no one even dared to open the bow and arrow in his hand.

Just as these complex feelings were intertwined with each other, a young voice rang in their ears.

"What are you still hesitating? Have you forgotten who humiliated your homeland a year ago? The Venetians who took our precious Constantinople have attacked, but you are timid!"

With contempt in his voice, the boy in ragged chain armor walked up to the wall, but all the Byzantine soldiers recognized him.

It was this Moria Governor Justinian who was already known to everyone in the army ~www.ltnovel.com~ In the first place, this young nobleman rushed to this dangerous frontline. And Justinian’s face was full of contempt,

"I am an Anatolian from remote territories who do not obey the culture in your eyes, and you are the Morians who claim to be noble and civilized. However, I dare to fight against the Latins. What about you? Do you still want to be like the olives of the past? The battle of Lin is like a bereavement dog being chased away again?" Justinian's words undoubtedly greatly humiliated everyone present.

I saw a soldier got on his horse and joined without a helmet, and the two archers also stood up silently. More and more people gathered around Justinian. The Byzantine army, originally afraid of the Venetians, reunited the morale, and watching this scene, Justinian, who used the radical method, nodded immediately.

"Very well, at least you already understand what honor," Justinian looked at them, "this time I won't shout long live the empire, and I'm not fighting for those **** nobles, I should have been in the north. Rather than fighting side by side with you haplessly, and you are the same, because the Venetians are going to ransack your city, and they are going to kill your relatives, just like everything we did in Constantinople. And now we He has become a grasshopper on a rope, so you must either wait to die or come with me to kill these Venetian bastards!” Justinian drew the sword from his waist, shouted loudly, and headed towards the city. Head rushed away. In the next second, a group of boiling soldiers shouted Justinian's name and rushed towards the tower to meet the attacking Venetians! From the beginning to the end, Justinian did not look behind him. He was also afraid of not knowing whether he could mobilize the fighting spirit of these soldiers, but simply the backbone of the imperial soldiers had not been compromised because of everything before. interrupt.