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At this moment, Justinian was also mentally prepared for the final battle. He had already prepared for the worst. He was riding on the horse but still facing the subordinates who believed him with a confident look. They shouted loudly:

"Romans and Turks, today we are fighting side by side under the banner of the empire. It is my honor and also your luck to be able to command you. Whether you return safely from the battlefield or not, you will all be honorably recorded in It is remembered by younger generations in the annals, and the enemy before us will be nailed to the pillar of shame and be cursed and cursed forever. The nobles in Tripolis, they boast that they are the noblest Romans, but It’s a pity that the nation never represents glory. I have seen the most noble Turkic people and the most despicable Romans, and I have never measured them by their blood, the language they speak, but them. Raise the sword in your hands aloft, brothers who fought with me, it is time to let this land and our homeland return to our embrace. Long live, this roar of war does not belong to the empire. It does not belong to anyone, but the land under our feet!"

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"Long live--"

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"Long live--"

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When the words of Justinian that inspired the army fell in front of the battle, both the soldiers of Moria and the Turkic warriors screamed at this moment, and the mountains were shaking.

This scene made all the coalition soldiers who were preparing to attack on the opposite side shake their hearts. What a momentum this is! Although the number of opponents in front of him was less than half of his side, no one dared to be underestimated.

And looking at the morale of his subordinates, at this moment, Justinian did not have the hesitation he had before. The words just now were not just to his soldiers, but also to himself. of.

When he left Constantinople, Vasily's words to his ear were also lingering in his ears.

"One generation comes, one generation passes, and only the earth will last forever..."

Justinian at this time also somewhat understood what the man's mood was like at the time.

Under the command of Justinian, the new army of Moriah and the Turkic cavalry did not choose to wait for the enemy to attack, but chose to attack actively.

No one prays to their own gods, prays for victory, but roars to attack the enemy, as Justinian said, they are not fighting for anyone, but for themselves.

The first to initiate the charge was the Turkic warrior who was riding a warrior on horseback, and the sharp arrows that were skillfully issued on the horse were overwhelmingly shot at the unsuspecting rebels.

As a cannon fodder with only one shield, the former army did not expect the opponent to take the initiative to attack, and was caught off guard in the face of the intensive rain of arrows, and was immediately killed and wounded.

What they faced was not the bows and arrows fired by ordinary bow and arrow militiamen, but the arrow rain of fierce Turkic people, and the sophisticated arrows made by artisans. It was easy to penetrate the simple armor and shields of ordinary soldiers, and the barbed wolves. Even if the tooth arrow is not shot into a deadly place, the trauma caused is enough for the surviving person to cry and lose combat effectiveness.

However, Leosgros had a stern look at this, and he was not moved at all. How could he choose to fight Justinian if he hadn't paid such a casualty awareness. It is true that the harassment of the Turkic cavalry is enough to make the average person frightened, but when he took out his trump card from the beginning, the choice of Justinian and Duke Leo did not seem to be very wise.

Offensive, offensive, Leosgros ordered only offensive but no retreat.

The Moria noble army, who first came into contact with Justinian, quickly collided with Justinian's army, as if it had entered a meat grinder, and blood ran into a river in an instant.

The bloodthirsty soldiers were roaring, trying to vent the fear in their hearts. The trampling of horses, the hacking of swords, and the flying of arrows and crossbows made people fall all the time. Both sides did not retreat, but the difference was that the army of Justinian was maintained by their will, while the rebels of the Noble Alliance were behind the butchers of the supervising team.

At this moment, even people who have been fighting for a long time are trembling with cold sweats because of these occurrences.

But the **** battle is coming! In addition to harvesting the enemy's life, he has to wait for death to come on his head.

"Impact and crush their formation, so that their power cannot be gathered in one place, they can only be broken by each one!"

The Pronian heavy cavalry, on which the old nobles of Moria relied, slammed out from the flanks, attempting to break the gap between Justinian's army and causing the whole army to retreat. However, the moment they rushed into the enemy line, they thought they would be broken with a single blow, but found that they were wrong.

I saw the Moriah New Army under the banner of the Battle of Justinian closely aligning together ~www.ltnovel.com~ The spear in his hand was facing the oncoming enemy, and his line of defense was firmly guarded, as if With two legs rooted in general, raising shields, spears, and flesh and blood, singing chants fearlessly, opposing the rebel’s successor cavalry, and when one person falls, the companions from the array will fill the vacancy, even if the number is counted. The Baipronian cavalry raised their maces and broadswords, and the smoke covered the sun. They wanted to rely on iron hoofs to crush the new Moriah army, but to no avail, they were surrounded by groups, and the casualties of the fighting became more and more serious.

Seeing all this, the faces of Moriah's nobles were very ugly. These Pronia cavalry were composed of lower nobles, and they were the essence of them, so the losses caused by the melee with mud legs could not be tolerated. Already stuck in a stalemate, almost every Pronian nobleman was hit by a knife, but even if they desperately raised the mace and spurred their horses, they couldn't break the opposing line of defense. This makes the battle between the two sides more cruel. As the battle on the entire battlefield becomes more and more fierce, it is like two grinding discs strangling each other in a narrow space, even if the elite fighters enter it a little carelessly. May be killed. This shocking density made the heavy cavalry not only unable to play an advantage, but because neither side was willing to retreat easily, tied up, and even wielding weapons became more and more difficult, so they had to choose to retreat before sinking into the mire.

And just as the Noble Alliance rebels and Justinian’s new army of Moria were caught in a fierce battle, a majestic trumpet sounded from the northwest. This was a signal for the Latins to attack, and hearing its voice, everyone was Here is a change of face.

Is it finally here!

Leosgros and Justinian whispered almost at the same time, but the difference in tone is self-evident. And on the hillside to the northwest, the black shadows standing like a mountain lined up to make the final preparations.