Eagle Flag of Epirus

"Eagle Flag of Epirus (

"Shrink the defensive line and guard every watchtower." Taking a second step, Arslan was still resisting with the only remaining soldiers. The enemies of each section of the wall could not resist, but at least the ballistas in the watchtower should be protected. There is the key to Baptiste’s plan to discuss with him

"Go over there to plug the gap, and let me resist here." The Turkic man continued to shout to the Italians beside him. He needed these Sicilian mercenaries to guard the aisle with long contradictory cards. On his side, Arslan They could only fight fiercely with their compatriots holding long swords and short swords against the enemy. The guards of the city kept squeezing their defenses back to back to avoid the increase in casualties. Soon the entire city wall, Arslan led the guard. The army was cut into several parts fighting each other. Most of the city wall has been occupied by Bulgarians and Epirus, and more and more enemies are coming up.

When the last batch of siege towers of Epirus and the Bulgarian coalition were mounted on the walls of Thessaloniki, Sir Baptiste knew that the time was finally ripe.

"Let them prepare to do it." Turning to look at the attendants behind him to let them release the signal, but when the Latin man looked back, the chills suddenly rose from the back of his spine.

The sharp short knife passed close to the body-if Sir Baptiste hadn't reacted in time, he might have been laparotomy. In the hall, the infiltrated assassins surrounded him, and those who fell on the ground in a pool of blood were Baptiste's attendants in the White Tower.

At some point, a group of assassins sneaked in here without knowing it! It seemed that I was taking care of it. In order to defend Thessaloniki City, the defense around him completely relaxed, giving the enemy a chance.

Standing with his back on the window sill, Baptiste watched the assassins in front of him guardingly. The opponent did not succeed in a blow and was not eager to attack again. Instead, his eyes locked on Latin together. The man also holds the unsheathed saber in his hand.

"Hehe, it seems that my life has also become valuable. Someone will come over and spend a lot of time." As the assassin's prying eyes slowly drew out the sword, Sir Baptiste smiled self-deprecatingly. Every inch of his muscles and bones is ready for battle. Before he became the city official of Thessaloniki, he was a battle-tested crusader. Although he was in trouble during this period of time, he did his best. Haven't forgotten.

"Don't attack, he can't escape anyway."

"Be careful of his sword. We attacked together and made him feel uncomfortable."

The masked assassins communicated with each other in a low voice under their masks. After the sneak attack was not successful, they did not rush to attack again, because compared to Baptiste's broadsword made of Damascus steel, the short swords in their hands that are easy to assassinate are completely in Disadvantage. So they wisely adopted the tactics of maximizing their strengths and avoiding weaknesses, keeping their distance from Baptiste, and at the same time they surrounded the Latin men in a tacit understanding. If Baptiste stepped forward to attack, they would immediately encounter several other directions. Pinch.

Sir Baptiste sneered when he saw the other party's intentions, and shielded his surroundings with a sword. He was confident that he could deal with the few young people in front of him by himself, but he didn't have time to spend on them now. From the corner of his eye, I saw that the horn worn by the dead attendant was still intact, and the Latin man who had already made up his mind took a step forward.

"Qiang——"

Almost at the same time, several assassins also moved, jumped out of the sword circle baptiste wielded and immediately counterattacked. The long swords and short knives of both sides fought each other once or twice, but they did not use their full strength. It's just a temptation.

"Your master has sent you over for this ability? It's too much fun!" Baptiste sneered, but the other side covered his face, no matter how humiliated he was, he couldn't see the reaction.

The assassins made an appointment and took a step back. In the previous match, they were also evaluating the target's martial arts. As specialized killers, they must be steady and ruthless. At this time, Sir Baptiste swung another sword, but these sensitive assassins jumped back suddenly, hiding outside of his attack range, and the silver sword pierced the air. Obviously, the killers chose the way of fighting, and since they couldn't fight head-on, the Latin was slowly consumed by numbers. At this time, the attention of the whole city of Thessaloniki was shifted to the city wall in the north, and no one would have thought that there would be a thrilling assassination on the White Tower. Seeing the intention of these killers, Baptiste swung his sword and attacked fiercely, but the other party dodged faster. The entire hall of Baptiste's office was full of places to hide. The long sword chopped down the bookshelves of tables and chairs, and flying scrolls and parchment scattered all over the floor.

Regardless of these Sir Baptiste, he continued to attack fiercely, and the sword dance of the assassins continued to envelope the assassins. But for them, such an attack is still too slow.

It seemed that the Latin man became impatient.

The assassins thought that as long as they were agitated, there would be holes. The more sure killers kept backing away, and from time to time they would also block several offensives. Like a magnificent dance, several assassins walked around the moving Sir Baptiste and jumped over the fragmented debris on the ground, but their eyes never left the Latin sword.

Gradually, Sir Baptiste's movements slowed down, and it seems that the long-term sword dance is still too exhausting. Fumbling out the rules of the opponent's moves, the assassins turned from defense to offense. The jump just now did not have too much physical burden for them. On the contrary, the powerful long sword made the Latin's offense full of flaws-these The assassins have no reason not to take advantage of their mobile hands.

Suddenly, the rain of a short knife engulfed Sir Baptiste's whole body. "Unprepared", he could only raise his hand with a sword to block his vital parts. Fortunately, he has always been accustomed to wearing a chain mail bodyguard, although The gray and dirty short knife fell on the body several times, only leaving a few scars on the armor.

"Unexpectedly, he hasn't exhausted his energy yet!"

The assassins couldn't help being surprised when they saw this scene. They thought that completing the assassination mission was within their hands, but the other party actually blocked their combined siege just now.

"Haha, that's it? I'm expecting you to run for a whole day, but did you just come up with this three-legged cat? It's rare that I just warmed up."

The Latin man ridiculed the killer who assassinated him, while swinging his sword to block the attack on the opposite side. Obviously his words angered his opponents. The killers also changed their previous strategies and cooperated with each other in a multifaceted attack, vowing to let Baptiste. disappear.

"Do it! He's just a stiff mouth at the end of the crossbow."

From the breath of the other party, the assassins could already see that Baptiste was actually very tired. Since he likes yin and yang, let him talk about it, because he will close his mouth soon.

The assassins attacked at the same time, and each attack only took the key. As long as the Latins were negligent, they would die without a place to bury them. At this time, even the man who was still calm just now had to shut his mouth and sink his heart to resist, blocking the attack from the left and right, and the short knife stabbed from the front forced Baptiste to retreat towards the bookshelf behind him. There is the place where the archives of Thessaloniki have been kept. When another assassin stabbed Baptiste with a short knife, the corner of the Latin man's mouth raised a faint smile. He actually rolled away in the slightest indecent, while avoiding the assassin's weapon, the sword in the hands of the assassin was not close enough, and the knife hit the bookshelf in front of him.

But at this moment, the old bookshelf that had been affected countless times finally let out a whine and fell down with a creak.

"Not good!" The assassins were shocked and went to dodge, but you must know that there are files on the bookshelf that record the miscellaneous things of Thessaloniki for decades, and huge cabinets. Directly slammed down and overwhelmed the two assassins who were a step slower on the spot. But this gave Baptiste a chance to counterattack. The long sword in the man's hand swung a fierce arc in the air, and two human heads rolled down at his feet like a ball.

Two killers are killed!

Fiddling with the sword in his hand, Sir Baptiste shook off the blood on it and pointed at the remaining assassins.

"Do you still have the confidence to take my head now?"

The remaining masked killers looked at each other for a few moments. They all knew what was going on. If they couldn't complete the task, they would never have a good result afterwards. Instead of just letting go here, let them go.

Seeing the reaction of the other party, Baptiste also knew the result. At this time, he was already exhausted. If he only asked for self-protection, he would not be forced to this point, but the outside city wall Als The defender led by Lan was almost unable to support it. He didn't have time to spend with these assassins anymore, his eyes widened suddenly, the Latin man holding a broadsword in his hand and violently swung it on a statue on his right. I saw the statue swayed a few times before crashing down, and then hit another bookshelf aside, as if a domino glanced at all the things that were still standing in the hall fell one by one. The assassins who were so confused by this scene had not had time to react. By the time they realized the danger, it was too late. Behind them were two marble statues that the Latin men deliberately led them to, and the toppled stone statues came straight from behind. Overwhelm the few remaining assassins.

Before the opponent reacted, Baptiste, who had exhausted all his strength to fight to the death, quickly stepped forward and held the sword high in both hands. Blood splattered on the wall, and the killers stopped moving.

And at the first moment when the crisis was lifted, the Latin didn't have time to give himself a chance to breathe. He immediately rushed to pick up the horn pinned to the waist of the dead servant on the messy ground and blew it hum.

I hope it's still too late!

Baptiste, who tried his best, prayed in his heart...

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"woo woo woo woo--"

A short horn sounded from the white tower in the distance, and finally heard the signal. Arslan was like a thirsty man in the desert and suddenly ushered in the nectar. He immediately ordered the soldiers guarding in the watchtower to raise the flag. At the same time, people were allowed to open the rope that had been locked and tied behind the ballista.

"Quickly, let the signal go!"

Grasping the last hope, along with the signal flag flying on the watchtower on Arslan's side, the other defenders who were fighting on their own also followed the previous drills. Even some of the fallen watchtowers used up the last trace. With strength, the soldier opened the mechanism of the ballista before dying——

At almost the same moment, the mechanism behind several watchtowers was opened, and the huge boulders **** with iron ropes crashed down. The huge force dragged the iron cables at the tail of the giant iron cone that had been shot out by the ballista and suddenly tightened. It even knocked off a field of unsuspecting Bulgarian soldiers. At this time, Emperor Mikhail outside the city found some clues, and his face showed a shocked look.

"This is?!" He gasped after reacting.

It turned out that when the siege tower was approaching, the ballistas fired by the defenders on the walls of Thessaloniki were not random shots in panic ~www.ltnovel.com~ but deliberate traps. At this moment, Emperor Mikhail, standing on the periphery, has already seen it clearly. The intersecting iron ropes are now entangled on both sides of the siege tower and tightened like nooses. The force of the huge boulder falling is undoubtedly amazing. , And those iron cones were firmly nailed to the ground, and only the siege tower in the middle and the soldiers on it were the only things that were saddened. Just like a fragile neck, with only a click, the tower that was chopped by the giant chain collapsed, accompanied by soldiers who fell from above to pieces.

The dust rises all around, like a battle of landslides that frightens the Epirus and Bulgarians who have witnessed this happening, especially the siege troops who are still fighting on the wall. When they react, His own back road has been cut off.

Seizing this opportunity, Arslan roared: "The enemy's siege equipment has been destroyed! When will you not fight back at this time?" The inspired Turkic fighters and the Italian mercenaries counterattacked. On the other hand, Epirus and Bulgarians were in chaos on the wall, and gradually began to fall apart. At this moment, the rain of arrows shot from the city gave them the final blow. The Vadarutai garrison sent by the Queen Odosia joined the battlefield as a reserve team. Their support completely overwhelmed Bulgaria and Iraq. The final fighting spirit of the siege troops of Perus. More and more people jumped directly over the wall to escape, but most of them were crushed to pieces, and more people were either killed or had to lay down their weapons and surrender.

It was as if the clean water washed away the dirt. After a while, the enemy forces who had occupied the entire Thessaloniki wall were defeated, and the emperor Mikhail and the Tsar Boriel and the Connaught Palace witnessed this scene. Xiangdu looks ugly.