Eagle Flag of Epirus

　　 Two quarters of an hour before preparing to meet the incoming enemy--

　　 "Master Justinian, I reminded you a long time ago that the Pizzas will betray us."

　　 "The prerequisite for betrayal is trust first. I was not prepared to believe them before I was ready to come. I was just making a guess about who our real enemy is!"

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　　 "Boom——!!!"

　　 Accompanied by a violent boom, the entire dark castle could feel this amazing tremor.

　　 Amazing red flames sprang from above and continued to burn. At this moment, the castle seemed to be completely shrouded in a world of flames, and the light reflected on the faces of Justinian and Salius. The last time Salius saw such a violent burning was at Fort Wiscari. At that time, in the harbour, several Venetian warships were smashed into pieces by the tongue of flame in an instant.

"This is the fire of revival!" Salius whispered obsessively and watched all this. Hundreds of years ago, the ancestors of the empire protected the empire from the iron hooves of the Saracens with the fire of protection, but now Can they rely on this revival fire to rescue this devastated country?

　　 On the other side, Justinian did not immerse himself in the joy of success, but patted Thales on the shoulder, "Now it's time for us to start."

Everything is just like Justinian's vision, the dark castle can make them hide extremely well, and the gunpowder traps arranged on it can definitely inflict heavy damage on the opponent, but this time the enemy surrounded it on all sides, and the troops guarding outside were not strong. Probably less than the one who just entered the castle.

Next is the real fierce battle. Outside the only exit of the castle, the enemy attacking sneak attacks has been blocked with huge stones, and at this moment, I am afraid that the movement is already waiting for it. If you attack rashly, I am afraid that you will encounter a head-on attack. . From this point of view, the attackers who launched the sneak attack prepared very carefully, but unfortunately they did not expect that there was another secret weapon in Justinian's hands.

　　 That is the artillery that I have on hand, covered with a layer of strong leather. Along the way, no one but him knows what the real purpose of this thing is. And today it is about to play its true role!

　　Under the command of Justinian, the soldiers poured gunpowder into the barrel, and saw that the muzzle of the black hole had been aimed at the blocked exit of the castle, waiting for the last stone shell to be loaded.

"This is?" There was a trace of confusion on Salius' face. He had seen the power of a fire tube using gunpowder, but although the big and heavy thing in front of him seemed to be similar in principle, the proportions were too exaggerated. .

"Saleus, I have understood for a long time that we are the only one who can protect us. It is impossible to rejuvenate with soulless things." Justinian said, and the rosin torch in his hand lit the next moment. The fuze of the artillery in front.

With a "boom", when the flaming tongue swallowed the fuze and ignited the gunpowder in the barrel, the violent kinetic energy was compressed in a small space. The fragile body of the gun uttered a whine, and the huge recoil directly caused the stone slab under the gun stand. disconnect.

　　 I saw a flash of fire from the dark muzzle, and then a black shadow flew out and shot towards the blocked exit of the castle.

　　The burning high-temperature shells penetrated the boulder in front of the city gate at an astonishing speed, as if pierced through a thin layer of paper, and the heavy Cretan soldiers guarding the city gate were shattered like a stone.

　　 After hearing the loud noise in the castle, the panicked ambush outside the castle did not know what was happening inside, and was suddenly shocked by what happened. Even at the moment of dying, their heads had a look of confusion on their faces, as the flesh and bones fell and turned into a rain of blood.

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　　 Looking at everything in front of him, not only the Corfu Company who was lying in ambush outside, but also Sarius beside Justinian were stunned.

　　 The huge boulder that seemed to be unable to be penetrated at this moment shattered into a huge hole and collapsed.

　　 At this time, outside and inside the castle, the two groups of people no longer have any barriers in front of each other. The blazing flame was still burning above the castle, and the flames had spread from above to illuminate the dark wasteland, like a lonely lighthouse on the sea.

　　 At this time, the two sides who were hiding behind each other finally saw each other's appearance, but everyone found that this seemed to be different from what they had thought before.

With all the astonished eyes focused, a young figure slowly walked out of the dust and rubble, and picked up the broadsword that was accidentally dropped by Salius on the city wall. "Saleuus, what you did before I think I should give you an answer to the question, that is, if a person cannot find the answer deep in his heart, then there is no point in asking for anything else. What we can do forever is to do Good for ourselves."

　　 "Come and defeat our enemies with me!" Raising the sword above his head ~www.ltnovel.com~Justinian walked towards the enemies surrounded by the castle.

Seeing Justinian rushing forward, the heavy cavalry of Moriah behind him reacted and followed. They waved their weapons and rushed towards the Serbian lightly armed with consternation on their faces. At this time, already in chaos, Serbian mercenaries also hurriedly draw their bows and shoot.

But all of this happened too fast and too fast. The impact of the artillery completely broke through their prepared defense line in an instant, rushing, and there was no buffer outside the castle. When the sword was close, the Serbia just pulled out the sword. The man was rushed by Moriah’s heavy armored cavalry with a roar, and his shoulders and arms were chopped into two pieces. The blood swaying made the morale of these lightly equipped soldiers collapsed on the spot. The heavy javelin they depended on for survival was originally an order. The scared weapon of the heavy armored soldiers, but now they are caught off guard. They are not at all the opponents of the foot Moria cavalry formed after the Latin knights. In the rain of blood, the fled Serbs, because of the group of dragons without a leader, directly chose to rush to the wasteland behind them, completely forgetting that this made it easy for the Moriyas to regain their horses.

　　 And next. It was a complete massacre-I saw the Moria cavalry mounted on their horses rushing and ramming at the scattered and fleeing enemies under the command of Salius, bringing the Serbian soldiers who had been panicked. Step on your feet.

　　 Just listen to the wailing echoes in the wasteland. The disintegrated mercenaries were either trampled by war horses or were torn by deadly lances or swords behind them, and blood was spilled on the spot.

　　Between heaven and earth, apart from the roar of horses at night, there was only a wailing of despair for a long time.