At that time, the two exhausted armies on the river bend squared off for a last-ditch effort. Both Justinian, who had carefully planned, and Nicholas Ovania, who was blinded by anger, were ready to finish their work in one battle.

, defeat the enemy in front of you in one go in frontal combat.

All strategies have failed at this moment. The only thing that the two sides can rely on in the battle is high morale, tenacious fighting spirit, and nearly exhausted strength. This battle does not even test the art of military command, but simply

A competition of wills. This is a taboo for military strategists. Soldiers in fierce battles are extremely dangerous. The number of winners and losers is like a gambler's game. The winner takes it all and the loser has nothing.

Justinian, who knew this well, did this because he had no choice. There was no danger to defend his back to Agrinion. If he chose to remain in a stalemate and rest his troops, the battle situation would only become more favorable to the enemy.

Fortunately, Nicholas, who commanded the people of Epirus, was as strong as he was in the tournament. He only provoked a little, and the opponent was fooled.

But even if the situation on the battlefield is favorable to him, Justinian still dare not be careless. The tens of thousands of enemies in front of him are three times the number of his Moria new army. No matter what, he will face a battle next

Fight hard.

Justinian ordered: Captain Cadrosse commanded a thousand men and formed a formation behind his right wing. His troops were mainly archers from Modon Fortress. They came from the Papadolos family and wore light armor.

Wearing daggers at their waists, they have been fighting at sea and on the coast all year round against the Saracen pirates who were raging in the Aegean Sea. They were characterized by their flexibility. They were on the shoals on their right to guard against the Epirus army from outflanking them.

The important task of the rear left wing was given to Godric, the son of Kadrosse. This was the first time that he was on his own. The young officer led a new army formed by the Mystras yeomen on the hills of the river bend.

Standing ready, their mission is not to defend. Justinian gave him the most elite force in order to use him as the hammer for the decisive blow.

The person in charge of being the chopping block was Justinian himself, who single-handedly led the last less than a thousand troops to meet the attacking enemy troops in front of the Chinese army. In addition to the toughest veterans from Tripolis, Justinian was surrounded by

Fighting alongside him were all the officers and soldiers of the Third Brigade from Pebble Castle. Little Dmitry took the initiative to ask for a fight and insisted on staying. Justinian, who originally wanted to deploy him in the rear to protect Irina Ducas, finally

Still agreed to his request.

Justinian put on the same armor as the soldiers, not to show sympathy for the soldiers, but to prevent the enemy from taking and beheading actions. The light armor only protected a few vital parts, except for one layer of elbows and calves.

The thin patch no longer provided any protection. Justinian stared ahead with a spear in his hand. Although such equipment gave up most of the protection, flexibility in the mud of the river bend was the most important thing.

The flags of Moria's new army were flying, and the formation was rigorous under the command of Justinian. The spearmen of Tripolis lined up in front, and they erected thick shields to block Justinian's front.

The Three Saints' Hymn sung by the defenders of Pebble Castle rang out, and the high-spirited warriors were ready to welcome the Epirus army rushing towards them from the opposite side of the river bend.

This time, the enemies came out in full force. All the Epirus people in several camps took the initiative to gather into a huge army and came in force. Obviously, Justinian's method of irritating the enemies really worked, but there seemed to be some

Overdone.

Looking at the overwhelming enemy, Justinian and the generals beside him watched the formation intently. "Everyone, as long as we annihilate the enemy's main force here, victory will belong to us. We have no way to retreat from this battle.

Behind us are our homes and our relatives. Please give your lives to me,

And I will fight side by side with you. Everyone must use the flag beside me as a signal. There must be no mistakes. Advance and retreat shall be based on this. No rash advance, no escape, no cowardice, and no slackness in the enemy. No weapons shall be laid down until the flag falls.

, Even if I die in battle, as long as the military flag does not fall, the army will not rest!"

Having said that, Justinian made the final arrangements, and as soon as he finished speaking, the approaching Epirus people had already killed them again, sweeping in like a tide. Justinian finally felt

It was the feeling of the Albanians during the previous bloody battle. The shouts of killing resounded in the sky above the river bend, and the earth seemed to be shaking.

The forwards of Epirus this time are well-trained Alamanor swordsmen. Nicholas has always used them as his trump card, but now he sends them to take the lead, really spending all his money. I saw

These mercenary swordsmen from Northern Europe raised their swords above their heads, shouting secret incantations that were incomprehensible to primitive religious beliefs, and rushed like a frenzy on the sea in winter, scrambling to break into Justinian's army.

Array.

Greeting these Aramano swordsmen was a jungle of iron spears composed of Tripolis soldiers. They used their shields to form a tight barrier and straightened their spears to resist the attack of the Epirus army. However, they soon discovered that these Nordic soldiers

Human terror, burly body

In addition, the shield wall of the Tripolis spearmen who were desperately resisting and wearing heavy armor showed signs of being torn apart. Especially the powerful and heavy two-handed sword. I don’t know what it was made of. Such a costly weapon and special features

The soldiers of Riboris cut each other with their spears instantly.

Several gun shafts were broken. Even though the chests of those frantic Norsemen were pierced by spears, they still rushed against the shields in the hands of the Tripolis with all their strength. Their tall bodies waved their giant swords condescendingly, and their limbs and blood flew in the air. Terry

Boris spearmen killed and wounded

Tragically, once the front line is broken through, they will face the fate of being slaughtered by the Alamano swordsmen as they are unable to support each other. Seeing this, Justinian and Dmitriy immediately took the troops of Pebble Castle with them.

The soldiers rushed forward to hold up the gap that was about to be torn apart.

"Kill -" Justinian and Dmitri Jr., whose weapons were replaced by spears, raised their guns simultaneously and stabbed to death a burly Aramano. Only corpses visible to the naked eye were piled up on the battlefield, and both sides faced each other.

The melee soon became crowded together, and the dense formation turned into a bloody steel mill, strangling soldiers from both sides.

All of this was now seen in the eyes of the Albanian mountain people resting and breathing on the shoal on the other side of the river bend. Looking at the battlefield that was more bloody than theirs after only a moment of fighting, Bogdani and other Albanians frowned.
Chapter completed!