With the advantage of the number of people, the coalition forces that launched the general attack finally broke into the city with the arrow rain locust stone at the top of Thessalonika. At this moment, the Bulgarian army had prepared a large number of siege equipment and finally had it in place.

Justinian, who was commanding the army, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although the attacks were all auxiliary soldiers with limited combat power, and the only ones he could rely on were the zither-shaped shield in his hand and a relatively sharp spear, the performance of these soldiers did not disappoint him and successfully completed his preliminary plan.

At this moment, at the city of Thessalonika, the panicked Latin people felt that the enemy soldiers below were densely packed, like floods rushing, and they were the last dam. Looking at the towering siege tower gradually approaching, the Marquis Dennister, who was commanding the defense, could not help swallowing nervously. In just a few days, he was facing the sudden attack of the Greeks and Bulgarian coalition forces, and he was very limited in preparation. Although they did not look down on the combat effectiveness of the Greek army before, the commander on the opposite side suddenly deployed such a huge force, which really caught him off guard.

It was like a bet, and at the beginning, the opponent pushed most of the chips in front of him - this was so abnormal, so abnormal that Denniste was undecided at this moment.

But he can no longer hesitate...

"Mr. Marquis, the enemy is here!"

The slightly trembling voices of subordinates around him finally returned the thoughtful Dennistra to his eyes. At this moment, the arrangement of the siege tower of the Bulgarian army was ready. Due to the fall of Constantinople, a large number of Greek craftsmen fled to Bulgaria to serve Tsar Karoyan, which turned into the most deadly threat to the Latins.

It was as if fate was making trouble, but this was not enough to scare the defenders in Thessalonika. The moment the siege tower gate was put down, the roar of Marquis Dennister rushed to the sky.

"Board, get ready!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Hante tribe warriors who jumped off the siege tower were shot into sieve by the fierce rain of arrows and died tragically on the spot. However, such a bloody scene did not scare away these siegemen. Although the Hantes wearing hoods were only wearing a thin layer of sleeveless armor, they still climbed the city wall with their unfair fighting style.

When they jumped into the city wall and waved the grassland scimitar in their hands, they immediately began their own killings. These slaves who were captured from the grassland and became cannon fodder were born warriors. As long as they were given weapons, they would never take a step back until they died in battle.

But the Latin people in Thessalonika were also determined to die at this moment, because they knew how terrifying revenge they would face once they were defeated. They soon died with the enemy in front of them. They saw that even though their stomachs were stabbed by a scimitar, they carried their shields and tried to push the enemy who had climbed the city tower. On the other side, another soldier jumped off the towering city wall and fell to death.

But this obviously cannot stop the attack of the Greeks and Bulgarian coalition forces, and more and more people climbed the city tower. Thessalonika army was obviously very difficult. It was not easy for them to defend a long wall when they were at a disadvantage. If they continued, the situation they faced would become more and more passive.

In this case, a trade-off must be made, and Denniste finally made up his mind.

"Prepare to get the oil tank!"

Finally, when the order was issued, the Latin soldiers who could not wait to finally take out the killing weapon they had been preparing - the magic oil tank. This is a liquid incendiary bomb used by the Middle East. Although the inspiration at the beginning was to be borrowed from the Greek fire, the power of the Greek fire was naturally far inferior, but in the defense of the city, it was definitely a nightmare for the attacking side.

"Burn them to death!"

Amid the crazy roar of the Latins, a heavy oil tank was smashed on the siege tower. A raging fire suddenly ignited the soldiers' bodies. The human body was instantly roasted into coke, and the siege tower also turned into a sea of ​​fire. This scene was very similar to the scene of a pagan sacrifice.

The people who had no time to escape from the siege tower made miserable screams, and countless people on fire jumped off the tower in pain and fell to pieces, making them even more frightened.

But for the defenders of Thessalonika, this was undoubtedly a great encouragement of the morale of the army. Countless soldiers made shocking shouts, which seemed to shake the world. The first round of attack of the Bulgarians finally stopped, and countless soldiers of the Hant tribe, who had to retreat, had to watch as a small number of abandoned companions fought alone on the city wall and lost their support and were eventually killed.

The Roman army, which was added from afar, was shaken by all his heart. The Hantes had already lost, and it was their turn next. Although their morale was already low, they could only attack with the help of them, even if they knew that the possibility of their ability to greet them was death.

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Is this true? Although the Latins who have reduced their troops are at a disadvantage, they are indeed difficult to defeat with the strong defense of the city walls for a while!

On the other side, after the military formation, Justinian murmured to himself, not surprisingly, he was not surprised by the appearance of the magic oil tank. The Crusade had been more than a hundred years, and the Europeans had already mastered various tactics and weapons, and were not behind at all. But even though he knew that, in the face of such huge casualties, he still had no intention of giving up and continued to send the army to the front line, so that Arslan around him could not understand what the intention of the adult in front of him was for a moment.

"Mr. Justinian, if we continue like this, we may not be able to bear the responsibility for excessive casualties." Arslan had to remind Justinian that these soldiers under him were certainly "cannon fodder" in the ordinary sense, but it does not mean that they could be consumed and killed at will. Once they lose the strength of their entire coalition, they will definitely be damaged.

But Justinian was still calm and composed, "I know what you mean, but now I have no choice but to continue to execute my orders. Please believe me, wait a moment... The opportunity will definitely appear."
Chapter completed!