Eagle Flag of Epirus

Justinian raised the sword in his hand, and the head of a Latin soldier fell on the ground. Justinian watched the blood on the blade and the heartbeat accelerated subconsciously, but surprisingly, he didn't have any discomfort, as if he was used to the blood. .

　　 But the Latin soldiers were not frightened. They are all mercenaries who have experienced many battles. They clearly understand that these Greeks must be blocked until reinforcements arrive.

　　 "Line up!" Under the command of the garrison captain, all the soldiers raised their shields and spears to resist the resistance attack.

　　 The resistance forces that rushed up were more than courageous, but were not well trained, and most of their combat power was inferior to ordinary militiamen.

　　 With a scream, a resistance army was pierced with a spear through his chest. After a while. One had his head cut off by half.

　　 The Latin soldiers who put up the shield wall at the entrance of the armory, although there are not many in number, for a time Justinian and the others could not help them. But Justinian knew he had to take this place quickly, or else the Latin patrol would come back and attack inside and outside.

　　 At this moment, Justinian suddenly heard a roar from behind.

"Step aside!"

　　 I saw Vasily rushing over with an extremely heavy battle axe like a rhinoceros, and an axe hit the Latin shield, directly smashing the poor shield into pieces. It was obviously not a weapon that ordinary fighters could use, and the formation of the Latins suddenly became messy. And this also gave Justinian an opportunity.

　　 "Kill!" The roar turned into a mighty force, Justinian pierced the head of a Latin soldier with a sword, and other resistance forces also rushed forward. Just like punching the teacher to death, although the discipline training is not as good as the opponent's number, the resistance army wiped out these sentries before the Latins opened the armory and tried to escape in.

　　 "Hoo~ I underestimate you, kid." Vasily put down his axe and panted and said to Justinian with a thumbs up.

"It's not as good as you, Brother Vasily." The two fighting side by side have also eliminated the previous gap. Justinian had to admire each other. If it weren't for Vasily's almost pig-like attack, they would not be easy to break Latin. Human formation.

"Hey, that was when my father was the imperial guard at the court. My martial arts were handed over to me by my father. When Manuel the Great was there, where did you turn these Xiaoyao to show off your power?" Here, Vasily did not have any emotion. Who would have thought that after the death of Emperor Manuel, the original empire had fallen to such a point that he and his father had witnessed the glorious era with their own eyes. Everyone almost thinks that the Roman Empire has been revived, returning to the golden age before Manchecott. But now that everything is over, the empire has never had such a dark age.

　　 nodded, Justinian picked up the key of the armory on the ground and opened the door. There were only a few weapons sparsely placed inside. It seems that the Latins took pains to send all their power this time to eliminate the remaining forces of the Byzantine Empire.

　　 "Are you sure that the Greek fire is really here?" Vasily asked suspiciously. There is nothing in the armory, and if there is a Greek fire, how could the Latins not notice.

　　 "Under the cellar." Justinian replied confidently, and if Muzfius told him so, it must be so.

　　 "Then you hurry up, I'm afraid the patrol has discovered the movement just now, and I will try my best to buy you time." Vasily had completely believed in Justinian at this moment, and he raised his axe on his shoulder and said. Relying on the armory to resist some patrolling soldiers is easy, but if there is no Greek fire, they would be equivalent to a fight between the turtle in the urn and the beast.

　　Vasily pinned his hopes entirely on Justinian. If there is no real Greek fire in the legend, they will undoubtedly lose. This is a life-and-death gamble.

"Yeah." Justinian walked down the cellar alone. He didn't let anyone go down with him, because all the signs showed that there was a traitor among them. I'm afraid that the arrow just now was deliberately done by someone, that kind of accuracy. Degree is not what ordinary militiamen should have. I am afraid that someone was deliberately warning the Latins. It seems that it is undoubtedly the right choice to not tell others about the battle plan before.

Holding the torch, Justinian walked alone under the cellar of the armory. The weapons in it were basically emptied. Justinian went straight to the southwest corner of the cellar as Muzfius said before. , There really is an inconspicuous black cup there, exactly the same as the one he had seen in the secret room of the castle of Alexei III, except that it was forged from pig iron.

"I have to say that Emperor Manuel really knows how to play. It seems that I always want to keep some back players, but it's a pity that future generations won't use it. Now I can only rely on me." Justinian half-jokingly Muttered to himself, turning the iron cup three times counterclockwise to activate the mechanism. Sure enough, a secret door in front of me suddenly opened ~www.ltnovel.com~ and what appeared in front of Justinian were sealed clay pots, enough to be used. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? There are dozens of them. It is self-evident what is in it.

　　 Seeing this scene, Justinian couldn't help but get excited, he could finally witness this magical secret weapon with his own eyes. He hurriedly put the torch in his hand and only provided thin lighting, because he knew that if the thing was ignited, the entire armory would have to become ruins, and he would have to become coke.

Slowly approaching, Justinian uncovered the sealed clay pot, which was filled with black liquid. This is the real ancient Greek fire, which is different from the clumsy imitations of later Europeans and Arabs, according to legend. When dealing with the Arab Empire’s attack on Constantinople, the Greek fire and even water would burn violently. When the fourth Crusades attacked Constantinople, the Romans also intended to use Greek fire but failed to prevent the Latins from attacking. Obviously it was not a real Greek fire, and it may be the legend that is stored here. The "Guardian Fire" that has protected Constantinople for hundreds of years.

　　 At the same time, on the ground, the Latin patrol soldiers also noticed that the armory had been taken. They attacked and sent people to report the situation to Gallias.

　　 But the resistance army occupying the armory repelled waves after waves of enemies under the leadership of Vasily, although more and more Latin soldiers rushed over to make Vasily feel more and more difficult. All the Latin soldiers who dared to rush up were severely chopped to the ground by the battle axe held by Vasily, and the Resistance Army also used the only shields in the armory to form a shield wall to resist the enemy's attack. But there is no doubt that the resistance army at this time has been suppressed, and every death of one person means the collapse of the line of defense.

　　 In a **** battle, Vasily did not realize that he was missing a person...