Two quarters of an hour before preparing to face the invading enemy-

"Mr. Justinian, I have reminded you that the Pizza people will betray us."

"The premise of betrayal is trust first. I was not ready 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 roar, the entire dark castle could feel the astonishing tremor.

The astonishing red flames rushed out from above and continued to burn. At this moment, the castle seemed to be covered in a world of flames, and the light shone on the faces of Justinian and Zalius. The last time Zalius saw it was in Fort Wiscari. At that time, on the harbor, several Venetian warships were wrapped in flames and shattered into their mouths in an instant.

"This is the fire of revival!" Salius murmured and said as he looked at all this in obsession. Hundreds of years ago, the ancestors of the Empire protected the empire from the iron hooves of the Saracens. Now can they rely on the fire of revival to save this scarred country again?

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

Everything is as Justinian imagined. The dark castle can make them hide very well, and the gunpowder traps arranged on it will inevitably cause severe damage to the opponent. However, this time the enemy surrounded the place on all sides, and the troops guarding outside cannot be less than those who had just entered the castle.

Next is the real fierce battle. Outside the only exit of the castle, the enemy attacking the sneak attack had been blocked with huge rocks. The outside was afraid that it would be ready after discovering the movement. If you attack rashly, you would be afraid that you would encounter a head-on attack. From here, the attackers who launched the sneak attack were very cautious, but unfortunately they would not expect that Justinian had another secret weapon in his hand.

That is the cannon at his hand, covered with a layer of solid leather. Along the way, no one except him knew what the real purpose of this thing was. And today it will play its real role soon!

Under Justinian's command, the soldiers poured gunpowder into the barrel chamber, and saw that the black hole muzzle had already pointed at the blocked castle exit, waiting for the last stone shell to be loaded.

"Is this?" A hint of confusion appeared on Salius's face. He had seen the power of a fire tube using gunpowder, but although the thick and bulky thing in front of him seemed to be similar to its principles, the proportion was too exaggerated.

"Zaluus, I have understood from a long time that we are the only ones who can protect us. It is impossible to revive things without souls." Justinian said, and the next moment the rosin torch in his hand ignited the fuse of the cannon in front of him.

With a "boom", when the flames swallowed the fuse and ignited the gunpowder in the gun chamber, the violent kinetic energy was compressed into a piece in the narrow space. The fragile gun body let out a whine, and the huge recoil directly disconnected the stone slab under the gun rack.

A fire flashed in the dark muzzle, and then a black shadow flew out and shot towards the blocked exit of the castle.

The high-temperature shells burned through the huge rocks in front of the city gate at an astonishing speed, as if they were penetrated with a thin layer of paper, and the Cretan heavy soldiers guarding the city gate were as fragmented as stones.

After hearing the loud noise in the castle, the panicked ambush outside the castle had no idea what was happening inside, and was suddenly shocked by the scene. Even at the moment of death, their heads and faces were filled with a look of surprise, accompanied by blood and blood, and blood and bones fell into blood.

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Looking at everything in front of him, not only the Corfu company lying ambushed outside was shocked, but even the people like Salius beside Justinian were stunned.

The huge rock that seemed impossible to be broken through now broke into pieces and collapsed.

At this time, outside the castle and inside the castle, two groups of people had no barriers in front of each other. The blazing flames were still burning on 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 parties lurking and hiding finally saw the other party clearly, but everyone found that this seemed different from what they thought before.

With all the shocked eyes focused, a young figure slowly walked out of the dust and rubble, and picked up the broad sword that Salius had accidentally dropped on the city wall. "Salus, I think I should give you an answer now, that is, if a person cannot find the answer deep in his heart, then praying for anything else is meaningless. All we can do is always to be ourselves."

"Break our enemies with me!" He raised his sword over his head, and Justinian walked towards the enemies surrounded outside the castle.

Looking at Justinian's back rushing forward, the heavily armored cavalrymen of Molia behind him reacted and followed. They waved their weapons and rushed towards the Serbian light-armed soldiers with astonishment on their faces. At this time, they were already in chaos. The Serbian mercenaries hurriedly pulled their bows and shot.

But all this happened too quickly and quickly. The impact of the artillery completely broke through the defense line they prepared in an instant. There was no buffer outside the castle. When the sword edge was approaching, the Serbs who had just pulled out the sword were roared by the heavy armored cavalry of Molia. The shoulders and arms were split into two pieces. The blood sprinkled caused the morale of these light-equipped soldiers to collapse on the spot. The heavy javelin they rely on for survival was originally a killing weapon that made the heavy armored soldiers afraid, but now they were caught off guard. They were no match for the walking Molia cavalry formed by the Latin knights. In the blood rain, the Serbs who fled in all directions chose to run around to the wasteland behind them because they had no heads. They completely forgot to do so that the Molia easily took back their war horses.

Next was a complete massacre - the Morian cavalry, who were on the war horse, rushed and collided towards the scattered and fleeing enemies under the command of Salius, and stepped on the already panicked Serbian soldiers.

There was a wail echoing in the wasteland. The scattered mercenaries were either trampled on by war horses or torn apart by deadly spears or long swords behind them.
Chapter completed!