Eagle Flag of Epirus - v8 Chapter 104.3

“The Eagle Flag of Epirus (

“This battle may make me wait for destruction or make me wait high, even if the enemy besieged on three sides, I only need to give them a head-on blow!”

Arslan, who was standing on the northern city wall, looked at the **** soldiers beside him, and said impassionedly. They have repelled the first round of attacks by Epirus and Bulgaria, and saw the corpses of the Turkic and Italians unrecognizable on the city head and the stairs, but this is far from over. .

Arslan, who was holding on to the city’s head, stared and saw that the following groups of soldiers from the Epirus and Bulgarian coalition forces defended against the bows and arrows falling above their heads, while climbing into the huge siege tower, shouting quickly. Killed towards the head of the city.

After all, it is not a long-term solution to continue like this. Seeing the enemy storming here, Arslan knew that once one end of the city wall was breached, the defense lines stationed elsewhere might collapse. Because those were temporary urban militiamen, in addition to the private soldiers of the Macedonian nobles, although they had some fighting power, their will was already useless. The only feasible strategy is to immediately prevent the enemy from climbing the city to seek respite. However, the siege equipment used by Epirus and the Bulgarian coalition forces on the northern city wall is a huge siege tower several feet high, with a strong structure. At the same time, there is also a barrier that can protect against fire, which is not comparable to the small ladder truck pushed by the Selmium light infantry just now.

At the moment of a headache, the enemy outside the city wall launched a new round of offensive. The enemy who appeared this time was not the familiar figure before, but some heavy infantry armed with chain mail and armed to the teeth. Wearing a Norman helmet that protects his eyes and forehead, he leaped up to the city and swung a heavy axe, sweeping across a large area.

“A Varangian?!”

The first reaction in Arslan’s mind was this, because he was very familiar with him, who fought alongside Neusky in Moria. It seems that Mikhail Dukas has been nurturing his spirits over the past few years. Ji Rui recruited a lot of elites. At the first encounter, both the Turkic fighters and Italian mercenaries were caught off guard by the fierce enemy. Soon, a gap in the defense of the city wall was opened. Seeing more enemies rushing up, Arslan couldn’t help feeling a little anxious, and looked at the White Tower behind him-but this time Sir Baptiste remained silent.

Having no choice but to bite the bullet, Arslan yelled at the militia as a reserve on the stairs below:

“Come up and support!”

With no other choice, he had to let the temporarily organized sword-wielding militias fill the gap that was broken. Looking at the Greek citizens who were frightened by the fierce fighting, the Turks urged them with disgust.

While Arslan was commanding the battle, a Varangian warrior on the wall next to him had jumped onto the wall, holding a long-handled battle axe in both hands, “Go to hell, **** Turkic dog!” A fierce arc was drawn in his hand, and the splendid blood blossoms on the wall immediately bloomed. Several unsuspecting Turkic fighters were almost cut off at the waist. The Varangians saw that Arslan’s identity was unusual at a glance, and immediately rushed towards him, raising his battle axe high and slashing over his head.

At such a critical juncture, the sword in Arslan’s hand was thrown out like a flying knife by Fei Ye. At a very close distance, the long sword penetrated the lower half of the Varangi Warrior’s unprotected face, and thrust it straight into the back of his head from the mouth. The Varangian warrior who died immediately fell on his back without even seeing what was going on. The axe in his hand has not lost the remaining power, and he flew out and brushed the top of Arslan’s head. The feathers on the helmet were cut off.

“Damn it, isn’t Baptiste okay?!” The Turkic man who was scared in a cold sweat by the scene just now still has lingering fears, but more and more enemies are climbing up the city wall, and he still has his men around him. The time is almost at the end of the crossbow.

At this moment, the fierce battle that broke out on the city wall just north of Thessaloniki was naturally in the eyes of Baptiste on the White Tower. He could see the Turkic and Italian soldiers employed by Justinian exploding with amazing combat power and willpower at this time, even the local soldiers of Thessaloniki were ashamed of seeing it. However, there is a huge gap between Epirus and the Bulgarian coalition forces on the opposite side. It is destined to continue. The fall of the northern wall is only a matter of time.

Want to reverse the situation, unless someone can intervene in the balance of victory. Now, Baptiste himself plays this role, but he is still looking for the most suitable time.

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With the previous psychological preparation, the defenders led by Arslan on the wall are still struggling to support it, but the nobles in Thessaloniki who have not been on the battlefield can’t wait at this time. Fear urged them, and their own ghosts made the city feel like a muddy deep water, with an undercurrent surging.

“Since there is news that the northern city wall has been attacked by a large number of enemies, it will be lost if it is not reinforced. Since this earl can lead the soldiers to support, why are you blocking it.” At this moment, the city street that has not been affected yet~www .mtlnovel.com~ Ioannis led his private guards and was pointed at by arrows by dozens of Vadarutai soldiers in charge of martial law.

The soldiers who listened only to the garrison regiment reiterated: “The city officials have issued orders. Everyone should not act without authorization in their posts, otherwise it will be regarded as a rebellion.”

The whole city, basically all the scheduling is under the command of Baptiste on the White Tower. Because of the full support of the Queen Odosia in the questioning meeting, the Macedonian nobles had to give in, and this time the Latin still exercised his Power, each unit performs its own duties, and there are no idlers other than reserve forces.

But at this juncture, Count Ioannis, who was responsible for the defense of the city’s barricades, did not obey the arrangement. He forced his private forces to go to the city wall, claiming to support the battlefield, and was naturally stopped by the Vadarutas patrolling the martial law.

The two sides are at war. Although the Vadarutai garrison is not large in number, they are all first-class fighters selected by Justinian. They block the road and do not give the Macedonian nobles a chance.

The embarrassed Count Ioannis scolded: “Asshole, don’t you feel happy when the enemy enters the city, and immediately retreat to me, humble Scythian!”

“We are ordered to act, and no one can change without the order of the city official.” Facing the insults of the Greek nobles, several Vadarutai soldiers did not change their faces, and their companions with bows and arrows behind them were enough to suppress any daring. People who act rashly.

Just when the two sides were so deadlocked, the appearance of another team broke the deadlock at the moment.

“Your Excellency Ioannis, you should keep your previous promises and obey the schedule.” Surrounded by a group of nobles, the gorgeously dressed Queen Odosia is late, but her arrival is enough to suppress anyone who has bad intentions. .