Eagle Flag of Epirus

Just as Bettoni was about to lead the army and allies in the round, a quick horse in front of him suddenly rushed here, seeming very embarrassed and anxious.

As soon as the visitor saw Bertoni, he couldn't answer his breath and said, "Benito-sama, it's not good, it's not good..." Before finishing speaking, he rolled his eyes and fainted and fell to the ground.

"Quickly rescue him!" Bettoni looked at the rider who had fainted and his face changed slightly. He knew this soldier, who was the messenger who followed his ally, Lafcadio. Although it is a messenger, according to rumors, this young man has always had an ambiguous relationship with Lafcadio, and it stands to reason that he would never leave him if there were no major issues.

At this moment, his appearance made Bettoni's heart chuckle subconsciously, and an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness lingered in his heart for an instant.

The people on the left and right had to dismount the horse and check the situation of the messenger who passed out. There was nothing serious except that an arrow was hit in the leg and he was too frightened. After feeding a little water to the fainted young man, after a long while, he finally woke up and turned around.

And he saw the great nobleman Bettoni who was checking his situation in front of him and immediately grabbed the opponent's shirt and sobbed with difficulty:

"The big thing is not good, Master Bettoni!"

Upon seeing this, Betoni frowned slightly, pulled off his shirt, and asked in a deep voice: "What happened to be so flustered? Speak slowly, and tell me everything." Betoni, who had already foreseen something wrong. Instead of messing around, he calmed down and asked about the situation for the first time.

The young man replied weakly: "We were suddenly ambushed halfway to the attack on Mystras. We couldn't resist it. There were heavy casualties. Master Lafcadio sent an army to cover me, so I desperately killed me. Please hurry up and save Master Lafcadio!"

Asking Betoni to send troops to rescue him, but the proclamation's almost pleading words fell into Betoni's ears like a thunderbolt. He originally thought that even if there was something bad, it was just an accident in the siege, or perhaps The worst result was that Salius, who had left, turned back. But things weren't what he thought-the other party seemed to have known that they were going to do something, so whether it was he looting the village or Rafcadio's attack on Mystras, the other party was already prepared.

Suddenly thinking of something, Bettoni, who was discolored, couldn't sit still at all, grabbed the collar of the Herald and asked, "Who is the one who ambushed you? Was it Salius and his heavy cavalry?" Waiting nervously for the answer from the other party, Bettoni only hoped that it would not be the result he least wanted to see.

But the young man's next words instantly chilled his heart--

"Uh-it's not Salius. We were attacked when we crossed a steep cliff. There was no place for cavalry to spread out. The enemy had been in ambush on the mountain and used the terrain to hit us by surprise. They have a lot of crossbowmen, yes, those soldiers are holding crossbows."

The calm down the soldier recalled the previous scene. Although it was chaotic at the time, he still remembered the overwhelming rain of arrows.

But before he finished speaking, Betoni, with a pale face, suddenly drew the crossbow arrow from the leg of the messenger.

The messenger who was not mentally prepared screamed, and the severe pain caused by the wound being torn twice made him unable to straighten his waist, let alone speak.

"Ah~~~~~" A painful roar came from between his teeth, but Bettoni didn't care about asking someone to bandage him, but was completely attracted by the crossbow bolt in his hand.

"It's them... it's them! How could it be them?" The man who said three times murmured to himself, and his body couldn't help trembling at this moment.

"My lord..." The subordinates around looked at their lord with complete incomprehension, but they didn't dare to talk to each other.

Turning his head abruptly, Bettoni commanded in a nearly roaring voice: "Everyone, return to the city immediately! Abandon all irrelevant luggage and retreat immediately!"

Retreat immediately? Everyone looked at their lord with incomprehension, why should they retreat immediately? They also have to give up their luggage. Their loss this time is not small. No one can accept such a futile return, let alone the friendly forces being trapped in the encirclement at this moment. How can they just stand by like this!

The young messenger heard the incredible order from Bertoni and said in pain, "Master Bertoni, what are you-Master Lafcadio is waiting for us to save them!"

The young man once again grabbed the corner of Betoni's shirt, but this time he was kicked to the side as soon as his hand touched the robe.

"Fool, are you blind? Where are these crossbow arrows produced by Moria! Only Italians will be equipped with a large number of such crossbow arrows." Bettoni yelled fiercely, "So this time we ambushed us more than Mister The people of Russ, and those **** pizzas!"

With venomous eyes, Bertoni recognized at a glance that the crossbow that hit the messenger was a style used by the Pisa Navy's peculiar crossbow, so there was only one possibility. Nafplion, who had remained neutral, fell again this time. Justinian’s side. He thought that there was a Latin backing behind him, and the pizza guy who only did business would weigh the stakes. I never thought that the other party would personally intervene in this civil war and sent troops to launch a surprise attack.

But this is not the most terrible, but at the moment there is a Pisa caravan delivering food and supplies in the castles of Bettoni and Lafcadio. But under the current situation, this is basically equivalent to taking the initiative to send the knife in the enemy's hand to his heart. So no matter where many men still have time to waste time here, he immediately ordered the army under his command to return to his territory as quickly as possible.

The nobles under Bertoni did not dare to say anything after receiving the order. They also realized the seriousness of the problem. They were originally attacking others, but now their lair may have been taken away. After unloading the baggage and the spoils, the noble army immediately marched in the direction of their base camp, while the messenger on the ground who had come to ask for help fell to the ground in despair and watched his friendly army abandon him and walked away, looking up. In the dust, there is only despair in the eyes of young people...

"My lord, we should take this road!" Temporarily changing the direction of the march, Bettoni did not choose a flat and relatively safe road, but let the army take a rugged mountain road. Although the distance was nearly half short, Once the enemy ambushes in this kind of place, it's terrible.

When the generals were puzzled, Bettoni sneered: "Hmph, do you think the enemy is not aware of this? Nevsky deliberately didn't pursue it at the time, because he expected that I would get the news and return to the city. So everything is a trap, I'm afraid that at this time Salius and his cavalry are already there waiting for us to snare the net. And we return from this mountain road, the heavy cavalry can't fight in the mountains at all, they The Serbian cavalry under my hand will be able to let them all die here without a place to bury them."

"My lord is wise!" Hearing Bettoni's words, the other little nobles nodded their heads in recognition and respectfully congratulated them. The rebels marching all the way finally entered the mountain pass at this moment.

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The rugged mountain roads are bumpy, but it’s not a good way to walk. There is no green at all on the bare cliffs, and every cliff is almost ninety degrees. It is no wonder that the Moria rebels, Ning Yuan, chose this route. But in the valley, Justinian had already been ambushing here waiting for the arrival of the rebels, and as expected, the enemy had chosen this path obediently according to his plan. Behind him, heavily armored cavalry led by Saliuus followed in ambush on the side of the hillside, but it is strange that although these cavalry were wearing a set of cavalry armor, they removed all arm armor and iron boots. They had no horses to accompany each other, only a lance in their hands and a short weapon for close combat.

"They're finally here..."

Justinian, who mumbled to himself, watched the twists and turns of the rebels getting closer and closer to them. The heavy armored cavalry on foot leaned down and lowered their stature. They didn't dare to take a deep breath for fear of being caught by the enemy below. Find. Although the enemy has entered the range of ambush, Justinian is like a big enemy. The opponent is not in the slightest. On both sides of the road are Serbian cavalry to protect the infantry from being attacked. Weak and wounded soldiers are arranged in the back at any time. Give them up. It can be said that there is no problem with such an array.

But this was in the arms of Justinian. When the rebels entered the ambush ring that Justinian had prepared for them, they just listened to—

With a loud "bang", a violent explosion sounded from the rebels, and then more explosions one after another made the noble rebels caught off guard.

And this is the second gift Justinian prepared for them-landmines.

Although it is an imitation of the early landmines, the structure is relatively simple, and Justinian did not have the guts to experiment with iron sheets, so he used a stone shell with gunpowder inside, and this kind of landmine was inserted into the fuze and buried in the ground. When the enemy approached, As long as the people on the mountain fuse and ignite, they can detonate the mines. This kind of land mine production has been learned from my grandfather who used to be a soldier in his previous life. If the angle and gunpowder ratio are not adjusted, the power is actually not great. But this is enough for Westerners who encounter these things for the first time to make them mess up.

At this moment, Justinian also took possession of it, holding a spear used by the cavalry in his hand, and shouting loudly:

"In the name of the empire, long live!" I saw that he spread his arms flat and raised his spear and rushed down the hill first. Behind him, amidst the vigorous trumpets, a horizontal line formed a formation, and all the cavalry followed Chashi. Dinny ran down the cliff together, and quickly arrayed several large teams to charge again while holding the long spear in his hand and keeping the action level.

"kill--"

Halfway down the cliff, everyone speeded up under Justinian's order, and it was not until the rebellious army that was in full rebellion found the ambush that was rushed down by the steep cliff.

"What? This is...?"

Betoni immediately was completely speechless in astonishment, he was the first time he saw someone use such crazy tactics——

The cavalry took the initiative to dismount and fight and use the horse-riding. This is crazy. No one has ever done this. But when Bettoni and his army looked at the forest-like spear or made a sharp side. When the wall hit them, fear instantly pressed over and made them tremble.

And Justinian himself felt extremely crazy with this method of deployment, and it could only exist in a small number of elite troops. After all, after this method of training, it is not only strict to the execution of tactics, but also to make every one. People have absolute trust in their companions. When the heavy armored cavalry unfurled their spears, their eyes only had time in front ~www.ltnovel.com~ and the flanks belonged to their teammates.

"Fall arrows, shoot arrows, shoot them!" Seeing the army that ambushed him getting closer, Bettoni immediately thought of his archer, but only then did he realize that the cavalry on both sides were completely gone. The vision of the shooter is strong enough to block the opponent. It is too late to block the opponent, so I can only bite the bullet to resist. The Serbian cavalry, who was the first to recover from the chaos of the explosion, immediately reacted to the foot cavalry who rushed towards them.

The entire heavy armored cavalry company has only two or three hundred people, and they are confident enough to deal with these guys who don't even have a horse.

"Come on, it's your turn to suffer." The Serbian cavalry's arrogance is still very arrogant, they turned the original rear team to the front team, lined up to form a crescent-shaped arc formation, and Bettoni is even more arrogant. Personally holding the sword to suppress the formation, he kept telling himself that these enemies were only two or three hundred people, and even one-third of his own was not worth worrying about.

But he ignored the identity of the heavy armored cavalry behind Justinian. They are experienced cavalry. The wars they have experienced are more cruel than this. How can they be easily solved.

I saw a black and overwhelming "charge line", the Moria foot cavalry rushed in a formation of four squadrons. They spread out in rows, the front of them raised their spears at waist height, the next row of feces gathered to shoulder height, and the back was raised above their heads. They were heavily armored with their weight wrapped in amazing potential energy. It was as if a huge mace hit the rebel array fiercely, tearing it apart in an instant.

In an instant, a rain of blood swayed, and the Serbian cavalry who turned their backs on their backs did not react at all. They were pierced into blood holes with their men and horses, causing most of the casualties.