Eagle Flag of Epirus

"Kill—" The roaring Justinian used his sword to kill another Venetian soldier who was trying to rush up.

The originally sharp broadsword, glowing with cold light, was stained with gradually solidified blood, and the red turned to brown, which looked shocking. The exhausted Justinian still had pain on his body, but even though he could only swing a sword with one hand, he still did not take a step back. He hit the enemy head-on time and time again, and the guards around him dragged him back from the battlefield.

As the only nobleman still commanding the army, Justinian has become the soul pillar of this Moriah army.

But even Justinian, commanding the army at this time, didn't know how long he could last. Even if he had the will to fight, the soldiers under his command would eventually shed their last blood.

At that time, Fort Wiscari will be breached. Although the Venetians will suffer heavy casualties, the pursuit now is not to give the enemy the greatest damage possible, but to solve the current crisis.

At this time, the officers who had been sent out by Justinian for help were only late.

"How about, reinforcements?" Justinian, who retreated from the city wall, asked. He already had a bad feeling, because a few officers hadn't brought him a single figure.

"We didn't find Lord Leo, and our request to mobilize the noble soldiers in the city was rejected by Mrs. Agnes." The officers shook their heads helplessly, resentful in their hearts, but they were helpless.

"Mrs. Agnes?" Justinian had only a slight impression of the woman. He remembered that he had not clashed with any single nobleman, but why did the other party reject his request for help? If you know that your lips are dead and your teeth are cold, if he fails, Fort Wiscari, which loses its walls, will become an undefended town and vulnerable. I couldn't help thinking, but Justinian broke free from it soon, and now this matter can only be put aside for the time being, because the Venetian offensive has become more fierce.

At this time, the huge siege tower had been docked on the city wall. The gate of the tower opened. Then the Venetian soldiers jumped down. The infantrymen of the two armies were fighting each other with spears and swords. In an instant, the number of casualties of the Byzantine army surged. At the forefront are the mercenary knights from Italy. They are unstoppable with their heavy swords and shields. Their excellent armor also allows them to face ordinary soldiers like no one. The leading knight smashed down with a halberd and cut down the Greek soldiers who blocked him. Then several Venetian nobles jumped down, obviously among the elite of the enemy army. These foot knights carried the flag of the lion in their hands. Holding up the sword and the axe, the situation opened up instantly, and watching the flag of San Marco on his side flying above his head, the Venetians under the city immediately shouted for war, and rushed up even more desperately.

Suddenly, a section of the wall of Fort Wiscari was lost, and waves of Venetians rushed up, but at this moment, the Venetian knight rushed in front of him, suddenly a dark shadow shook, it was a heavy mace, directly Smashed on the top of the knight's head. The flying brains and blood splashed in the air and stained the city's head. It was the Turkic people under Justinian's command. They rushed up with their mace and held the half-moon-shaped Eastern shield. Several Venetian soldiers dealt with heavy-armored units. The blunt-arm blows were extremely powerful. "Come on Venice pigs, let you see what a real warrior is. Your so-called chivalry is not worth it. Mention, kill—"

Although these Turks were all under Arslan, they were sufficiently loyal to Justinian. In addition, they were all outstanding among the Turkic warriors, and instantly suppressed the Venetians who had attacked the city.

And this scene also fell into the eyes of Ranieri, who commanded the army under the city.

"Are there still Turkic people who are loyal to the Greeks... It's really abhorrent!" Such a loss is not a man's hope. You must know that the elite heavy infantry is very precious to him, but now it is because of this in his eyes. The humble and dirty Turkic people suffered huge losses, which made Ranieri Dandoro raged!

Raising the whip in his hand, Ranieri pointed to the city wall and shouted: "All the trebuchets smashed open the left city wall and drove in!"

"But Master Ranieri, we still have people on it! This will cause accidental injury!" Maximilian on the side was shocked, but he didn't expect the Governor-General in front of him to do this.

"I can't control that much. Why are you waiting for me to tell me the order again?" Ranieri's gaze showed a ruthlessness, causing Maximilian to step back two steps quickly, and had to follow the adult's order. , Let the trebuchet aim at the walls of Fort Wiscari.

I saw a huge stone being projected out, directly hitting the wall of Wiscari Fort ~www.ltnovel.com~ after a series of hits, and finally a section of the city wall could not be supported and collapsed. Although the Venetians and Byzantines both suffered casualties, the occurrence of this scene made the situation suddenly turn down in an instant. The Venetian soldier who was still carrying the siege hammer to hit the city gate immediately put down what was in his hand, holding a spear and a short knife, and rushed towards the gap opened by the trebuchet.

"Damn it, reserve team!" Justinian yelled cursingly, and the banner officer beside him waved the flag to indicate the troops who were ready to support behind the city wall. Then the archer aimed at the point of the arrow at the same time and was smashed. The opening in the city wall instantly shot the Venetian soldier who rushed up into a hedgehog.

However, in the face of the sudden shooting, the Venetian did not step back, but stepped on the corpse of his companion against the rain of arrows, making the Byzantine archer had to draw a short knife to fight.

The only remaining troops under Justinian eventually had to be thrown into the battlefield to fight with the enemy, while Justinian led the Turkic warriors to continue to fight back the heavy infantry in Venice.

"Long live the empire!" Everywhere in my ears, people yelled one after another, and some people shouted "Long live Justinian! Long live Moria!" I really don't know who taught them. Obviously I let them fight for themselves. But as the screams of pain increased, the trembling battle cry and the thrilling killing gradually dazzled him. Justinian also understood that at this time, it might be easier for a desperate population to shout some slogans.

Compared to the Venetian’s crazy offensive, the Venetians on the city are gradually unable to support it. However, the mace in Justinian’s hand is getting heavier and heavier. In order to deal with the Venetians, he also changed his weapons, but for him The gadget is really exhausting, even though his stamina is not bad, he is still exhausted.