Eagle Flag of Epirus

Relying on the advantage of numbers, the coalition forces that launched the general offensive finally broke into the city with the arrowhead stone at the head of Thessaloniki. At this moment, the Bulgarian army had prepared a large number of siege equipment and finally had it in place.

Looking at this scene, Justinian commanding the army finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he organized the offensive to be the auxiliary soldiers with limited combat effectiveness, the only thing he could rely on was the zither-shaped shield in his hand and a fairly sharp long shot. Spear, but the performance of these soldiers did not disappoint him, and he successfully completed his initial plan.

At this moment, under the city of Thessaloniki, the panicked Latins only felt that the enemy soldiers below were densely packed, like a flood, and they were the last dam. And watching the towering siege tower gradually come closer. The Marquis Dennister, who was in command of the defense, couldn't help swallowing nervously. In these short days, he faced a sudden attack by the Greeks and Bolgarians. He could prepare very little, although they were not very good before. I can count on the fighting power of the Greek army, but the commander on the opposite side has thrown such a huge force at once, which really caught him off guard.

It was like a gambling game. At the very beginning, the opponent pushed most of the chips in front of him-this was too abnormal, so abnormal that Dennister was hesitant at this moment.

But he couldn't tolerate any more hesitation...

"Master Marquis, the enemy is coming!"

The slightly trembling voices of the subordinates finally brought the contemplative Dennistra back to his eyes. At this moment, the layout of the siege tower for the Bulgarian army was ready-due to the fall of Constantinople, a large number of Greek craftsmen fled to Bulgaria. Serving for Czaroyan became the most deadly threat to the Latins at this moment.

It was as if fate was playing tricks in the dark, but this was not enough to scare the defenders in Thessaloniki. The moment the siege tower was put down, the roar of the Marquis of Dennister The sound went straight to the sky.

"Crossbowman, get ready!"

As soon as his words fell, the Hante tribe warrior who jumped from the siege tower was shot into a sieve by the fierce arrow rain and died tragically on the spot. But such a **** scene did not scare off the attackers. Although the hooded Hantes were only wearing a thin layer of sleeveless tie armor, they still relied on the fighting style of fearless death. On the city wall.

And when they jumped onto the city wall and waved the grassland scimitar in their hands, even if their killing started—these slaves who were taken from the grassland and turned into cannon fodder were born warriors. As long as they were given weapons, they would never Will take a step back until the death of the battle.

But the Latins in Thessaloniki are also determined to die at this moment, because they know how terrible revenge they will face if they are defeated. Soon, he was blushing with the enemy in front of him, only to see a soldier on one side, even though his stomach was smashed by a scimitar, he was holding a shield and trying to push down the enemy who had climbed the tower, and on the other side. Another soldier jumped off the towering city wall with a piece of the enemy in his arms and fell to his death.

However, this obviously cannot prevent the Greek and Bulgarian coalition forces from attacking. More and more people ascend the castle tower. The Thessaloniki army is obviously very strenuous. It is not easy for them to defend a long wall with their strength at a disadvantage. If it continues, the situation they face will become more and more passive.

Under such circumstances, a trade-off must be made, and Dennister finally made up his mind.

"Ready to get a French oil tank!"

Finally waiting for this order to be issued, the impatient Latin soldiers finally took out the big killer they had been preparing-Nafa Oil Tank, which is a liquid incendiary bomb used by the Middle Easterners, although the initial inspiration was borrowed from it. The power of Greece's fire is naturally far inferior, but it is definitely a nightmare for the offensive side in the defense.

"Burn them to death!"

Amidst the mad roar of the Latins, the heavy oil tank was smashed onto the siege tower, and the soldiers' bodies suddenly ignited a raging fire. The human body was instantly roasted into coke, and the siege tower turned into a piece. In the sea of ​​fire, this scene is very much like a pagan sacrifice scene.

It is even more frightening to hear the miserable screams of people in the siege tower who have not had time to flee, and countless people on fire jumping off the tower in pain and falling to pieces.

But for the defenders of Thessaloniki, this is undoubtedly a great encouragement to the army, countless soldiers uttered a screaming cry, which seems to be able to shake the world. The first round of the Bulgarian offensive finally stopped. The Hante tribe soldiers who died and wounded countlessly had to retreat and watched as a small number of abandoned companions fought alone on the wall and lost support and were finally killed.

The Roman army, who was able to make up from a distance, was all shaken~www.ltnovel.com~ The Hantes had already been defeated, and it was their turn next. Although morale has been low, they can only bite the bullet and attack, even knowing that the chance of them going forward to meet them will be death.

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Is it still like this? Although the shrinking Latins are at a disadvantage in strength, relying on the strong defense of the city wall is really difficult to defeat for a while!

On the other side, looking at the hard fight ahead after the army formation, Justinian muttered to himself, not surprisingly, that he was not surprised at the appearance of the Nafa oil tank. The Crusades have been over a hundred years ago. Europeans have already mastered a variety of tactics and weapons, and they are not lagging behind. Knowing that, in the face of such a huge casualty, he still didn't have any intention to give up, and continued to continuously project the army to the front line, so that Arslan beside him couldn't understand this adult in front of him for a while. What is the purpose of doing it.

"Master Justinian, if we continue to do this, we may not be able to bear the responsibility for the excessive casualties." Arslan had to remind Justinian that the soldiers under his command are certainly in the ordinary sense." "Cannon fodder", but it does not mean that they can be consumed and killed at will. Once they lose the strength of their entire coalition force, they will definitely hurt their muscles and bones.

But in this regard, Justinian is still calm and comfortable, "I know what you mean, but under the circumstances I have no choice but to continue to execute my orders. Please believe me, wait a moment... the opportunity will definitely appear. ."

Seeing the young governor in front of him answering himself so seriously, Arslan nodded. From that sentence, you and he heard helpless exhaustion, and based on his understanding of Justinian, the other party shouldn't be That's a titan with a desperate life. Perhaps the reason he is doing this now is really a last resort.