Eagle Flag of Epirus

With the defeat of the two wings of the Roman army, the balance of the battle seems to have completely tilted to the Latin side, and the kingdom of Thessaloniki, including the Marquis Dennister, who has been cautious, thought that this war with the Greeks would be a winner. In hand. Therefore, the Latin army, which was aggressively attacking, had no worries at this moment, and went all out to attack the only Chinese army that had not yet been defeated by the Greek army.

In order to expand the results of the battle, Boniface even sent out cavalry to chase the broken Greeks, and he encircled the Byzantine army with his main infantry. But it was clear that they had broken through the two layers of defense in one fell swoop, and they had also paid huge casualties. However, when they encountered the last barrier formed by the shield wall formed by the new army of Moriah, they couldn't help it. I saw those Moria soldiers personally selected by Justinian stubbornly blocked wave after wave of Latin army charges, and there were many casualties, but they were still unmoved.

The Thessaloniki's army, which had been unable to attack for a long time, couldn't help but become anxious. It was clear that the fruits of victory were already at hand, but they just couldn't reach it. The blood that had boiled inside the soldiers gradually cooled down due to the delay of the war, and Boniface, who was in command of the battle, also had some aftertastes of something wrong. The victory or defeat of the SLR battlefield was decided in an instant. , The army should fall apart once its strength is depressed. Even if there are people who can fight to the death, it should be a minority. And Justinian’s entire Chinese army still shows no signs of disintegration when faced with the situation of being surrounded, which makes Boniface aware. What's wrong.

However, he couldn't think about what was wrong for a while. When facing the deadlock, the voice of "Woo...Woo...Woo..." sounded in Boniface's ears, making the man immediately horrified. Startled, looking at where the sound came from with an expression of incredible horror.

This is impossible!

Boniface muttered to himself, but that couldn't stop the violent and loud charging horn from rising into the sky.

In the direction not far away, a chilling horn sounded-and this was a familiar sound to every Latin, and it was a prelude to the Bolgar's attack. When Thessaloniki encountered a sudden attack, the horn of the stormy attack was the harbinger.

And the Latin soldiers who were still fighting with the Roman army froze suddenly, and the fear in their hearts appeared almost at the same time as the sound of the horn, and at this time, the roar of the iron hoof trampling was already heard in the ear.

That was definitely the sound of the Bolgar cavalry when they started charging—starting to run, speed up, and speed up again.

At this moment, the whole earth seemed to start shaking, and people finally saw a cavalry armed to the teeth, with an overwhelming and overwhelming aura, rushing towards the unsuspecting Latin army.

And they are the Duke's guards under Bolier Assen. From the very beginning, Justinian placed them in a hidden place to ambush, but they have not put them on the battlefield for a long time, just to wait for this moment.

Boniface's face changed drastically.

And the Marquis of Dennister also passed a burst of coldness, as if the cold wind had penetrated into the bone marrow, it was directly cold in his heart. Sure enough, what he was most worried about finally happened. The so-called defeat was simply the trap Justinian had set up for them. Due to the eagerness to win, Boniface has sent most of the knights and nobles out to pursue them, which means that they do not have enough cavalry to cover.

"Retreat, retreat!"

I don’t care much. I believe that the defeat is set. There are already nobles shouting to retreat, but the soldiers of Thessaloniki are already very defaced now. They are facing the front and back flanking except for the sound of the iron horse galloping. The roar of "I can't hear other commands at all.

And the only thing that can be felt in his heart is fear, fear with a strong breath of death.

"kill--"

The roar of the Bolgars rang!

I saw murderous faces and wild and ferocious war horses are the last memories of many Latin soldiers in their lives. It was like a sharp knife stabbed into the Latin army. When charging, the roar of the rider, the gasp of the horse, and the screams of death were intertwined to a tragic death song, further destroying the Latins' psychological defense.

In the end, their positions began to loosen, and the others who watched their companions died in battle began to panic, began to retreat, and gradually became out of control.

King Boniface and Marquis Dennister tried to stop them, but to no avail.

The military's mind has been messed up, and it can't be restored by one's own efforts.

"Go up, the forwards will go up to me..."

"Protect the crossbowman~www.ltnovel.com~ keep shooting..., shoot the enemy cavalry..."

"Let...Let..."

The heart-piercing roar seemed extremely stern on the chaotic battlefield. Just as the crossbowman, who could barely mobilize, wanted to pull the noose, the Bolgar's long arrow, who was good at riding and shooting, roared out, tearing his armor and wearing Through the flesh and blood, no one is not afraid.

In an instant, another wave of long arrows shot across the sky, once again causing heavy casualties to the Latin army. This time, the crossbowman completely lost the fighting spirit and went away just wanting to take a life.

"Retreat, retreat...retreat..." Boniface, with trembling lips, has already lost his previous pride at this moment, like an old man lying on horseback, unable to give orders. The matter has already been defeated, and they will continue to stay. I am afraid that the whole army will be wiped out if we go down. I regretted not heeding his nephew's advice, but Boniface discovered that on the chaotic battlefield, he had been separated from Dennister, and the only guards around him also shot down one after another.

For the first time, the former leader of the Crusaders realized what despair was. He wanted to rely on his iron cavalry to destroy the Greeks, but now the role is changed. Instead, the Byzantine cavalry warriors are like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves. Thousands of Latin soldiers. It feels ironic when I think about it. But helplessly, he watched his men were swept down by the Bolgar cavalry, and then drowned and swallowed by the Greek army that had come over. Except for a scream before death, nothing was left.

The angry man finally couldn't help it at this moment. The legendary leader of the Crusaders was unwilling to go to failure like this. He furiously let out one last roar, and rushed towards the oncoming cavalry and horses alone holding a long sword. The roaming soldiers, hoping for a decent curtain call...

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