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"My lord, look!"

When Baron Clevu, who led the reinforcements back, arrived at the side of the sea wall that had been lost, he was hit by Justinian and his party who had been blocked by the ruins and turned around.

The furious man also reacted immediately at this moment. General Klei raised his broadsword and roared:

"Destroy these invaders, except for the one in the lead, leaving none of them!"

The murderous roar fell in the ears of Justinian and the Vadaritai people beside him, but no one was shaken by such a raging momentum. I saw the soldiers on both sides rushed to each other fearlessly, and the deadly blades waving in their hands relentlessly greeted each other. Suddenly, the narrow sea wall was filled with disgusting blood, but they had already given up on them. For those who have forgotten to die, there is an incomparably sweet illusion, completely immersed in this cruel fight.

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At the same time, on the other side of the sea beyond the sea wall, the Nicaea offensive continued. But what is strange is that the huge Greek fleet, which is not good at coming, has no intention of landing and attacking. It just has been attacking with trebuchets.

But this is the case. The Latin Empire, which has almost no naval power, encountered such a surprise attack. The Latin soldiers who retreated behind the city wall tightened their necks and could not fight back against Nicaea's harassment. What's more life-threatening is that Constantinople is also caught in the riots caused by the poor at this moment-many of these former New Roman citizens were homeless and impoverished because of the invasion of the Crusaders, although they succumbed for a while. But in fact, one by one is dormant and waiting for the opportunity.

And now, it is the time for their revenge!

As soon as the Nicaea fleet attacked, countless Greeks decided to initiate a response, intending to use riots to capture various important places in Constantinople to meet the "Resurrection Army" outside the city.

In an instant, the whole city seemed to have returned to the day two years ago, when arsonists, murderers, and predators were rampant. The shops of Italian merchants were burned, and the "aggressors" in the eyes of the citizens were also angrily thrown into them. Turned into coke in the raging flames.

People call the name "St. Helena" to flood the dilapidated streets, and the proletarians who have long been unable to survive are the vanguards. They brandish clubs or knives against the Latin garrison that intends to suppress. , And wantonly smashed and destroyed all visible property around.

"Kill all the Latins!"

"Put them into the sulfur of hell!"

"Put out their eyes and burn them to death!"

There were devilish whispers everywhere, spiteful curses flooding the streets and alleys, and the few and panicked guard soldiers were also panicked. There was an attack from Nicaea outside, and they were starving hungry in the city. Citizens, watching this scene, they almost broke down.

More and more citizens of Constantinople gathered around, and at this very moment, the sound of horseshoes suddenly came, attracting everyone's attention. And what followed was the panic and screams of the rioting citizens!

"It's a Latin knight!"

I don't know who shouted first, and everyone immediately followed the prestige.

I saw fully armed Latin knights suddenly appeared on the street and lined up facing here, and the setting sun gradually fell at this moment, and the blood-red sunlight on the new armors of the knights evoked fearful memories in people’s minds. .

"All participants in the rebellion will be killed on the spot, not one left!"

A whisper sounded, revealing the coldness of killing and decisiveness, as if the entire air was about to condense into ice in an instant.

And the man who said this sentence also appeared in the sight of everyone riding a war horse in leather armor—he was wearing a crown studded with icons and gems, a purple robe added to his body, and underneath the robe It was a Western-style chain mail, with a calm expression on that firm face, and there was no fluctuation in everything in front of his eyes. And he is the master of this city at this moment, the current ruler of the Latin Empire, the so-called Roman Emperor, Henry of Flanders.

After only hearing the order of Emperor Henry, the row of knights who had been waiting next to him finally loosened the reins, and the furious horse was able to spread its hooves and prepare to trample on everything that was in front of him.

The horse under the knight's crotch trot up, raising a lot of dust on the ground, and the horse's hoof with an oppressive sound, like a torrent, rushed in front of the bewildered mob.

Many Greek citizens have not yet met them, they feel like a rainbow of murderous intent, blowing their fighting spirit away. After all, they are not even holding weapons in their hands, let alone forming a human wall to block the cavalry like a regular army. .

Under the pressure of fear, these rioting Greeks dispersed in an instant, but they did not know that fleeing was not conducive to their escape but conducive to the slaughter of the Latin knights. People who had not had time to react in an instant were caught by the cavalry. The iron hoof was submerged and scattered, and countless "flowers of blood" were pierced by sharp lances, and the mobs corpses under the horseshoes were immediately killed and injured.

Seeing the countless deaths and injuries of the people under his control, Emperor Henry still ignored him. Instead, he said to a knight beside him indifferently: "Thanks for you to arrive in time, Lord Clavou, if you hadn't brought the knights under your command. Helping to suppress the rebellion would have disastrous consequences~www.ltnovel.com~ This is what I should do, Your Majesty, I came from Normandy to help you and swear allegiance to you at the same time." The knight beside him took off his helmet. The face of a middle-aged man was revealed, and he was an English noble who arrived in Constantinople not long ago. Due to the inaction of the landless king John, his fief in Normandy was deprived by the French king, and he had to choose to join the Crusade. . After passing by Constantinople, he finally agreed to Emperor Henry's swearing oath to become the new nobility of Romania. And this lord, who had lost his fiefdom but still had dozens of knights allegiance, was indeed a great help to Flandre's Henry.

After quickly suppressing the riot and killing the poor who gathered here, and after ordering the knights under his command to clean the battlefield briefly, the Marquis Klevaux rode up to the panicked garrison before and asked:

"Why are you only here, your sir! Where is my nephew Joseph?" Count Clavou frowned and asked. Of course he came with the elite knights for the first time, of course, not just to suppress a group of poor ghosts. The riot came for his nephew Joseph Clevu. As his heir, he would never allow any loss. But rushing here is a mess, and Joseph, as the commander, is not there, and the earl can't help but feel a little in his heart.

At this moment, a soldier hurriedly pointed to the direction behind him, and stammered: "I...I saw Baron Joseph heading towards the sea wall, and it seemed that something terrible happened and threw me off. Left here."

Hearing what the soldiers said, Count Clavou and Emperor Henry looked at each other. They both understood that Joseph Clavou was a young man by no means a person who left his post, and since he had left, it must have happened at the sea wall. Up!