"Woo-Woo-Woo-"

The sound of the horn with a magnificent momentum echoed in the wilderness north of Thessalonika. However, the sound of the horn did not come from the Latin army, so that the Latins who were still preparing for war were confused by the early attack signal.

But at this moment, the puzzled people suddenly discovered that the Roman army, whose troops were relatively at a disadvantage, actually launched an attack at this time. It turned out that the one who sounded the horn this time was the Greeks who had always been cowardly in the eyes of the Latins.

But this scene seemed extremely ridiculous to the eyes of most Frank nobles. In their opinion, the Greek army that voluntarily gave up defense was tantamount to seeking death. Even Bonifas, who was in charge of command, could not help but smile with contemptuous smiles. He still remembered the scene of the crusades defeating the 80,000 Roman troops in front of Constantinople. He couldn't help but wonder what gave these mobs the courage to take the initiative to attack.

Just when most people were laughing, there was only one person who could not show a smile at this moment, that was the only calm Marquis Denniste. Faced with the final battle, Justinian's reaction was much beyond his expectations. If the Greek army was stuck in the camp and did not come out, Denniste would actually breathe a sigh of relief. After all, even if there were huge casualties at that time, he would completely clear the enemy under the city. However, under this situation, the opponent had abandoned favorable fortifications on the surface, but in return, the initiative to fight calmly.

"Soldiers, follow me to attack and completely defeat the enemy in front of you! Use the enemy's blood to write about the great victory we are about to achieve!" Bonifas, who drew out his long sword, was about to speak up to inspire morale as usual, and then was about to lead the army to directly defeat the Greek army in front of him, suddenly he was stopped by his nephew Dennister.

"Uncle, I beg you not to hurry up and prepare for the attack for the moment. Maybe it is better to defend on the spot and give them a last blow when the enemy's offensive power is not captured." Marquis Denniste, with a serious expression, looked at Bonifas and said solemnly. His choice was obviously a safer way. After all, this advantage was transferred to their side, but his thoughts finally made Bonifas a little impatient.

Bonifas said sternly: "Denister, you are my nephew. Whether it is Thessalonika or Monfila before, I have always had the greatest expectations of you. I am very happy that you have your own opinions on everything you do, but this does not mean that you have to look forward to everything you do. Everything on the battlefield changes rapidly, and once you miss it, you will never be able to catch it again. Even if the Greeks have some tricks, since they take the initiative to attack, they will be destined to reveal their most deadly flaws - the two wings of the border guards with weak arms cannot withstand the trampling of our cavalry. And I have sent two viscounts Rosquet and Mars to lead their knights to the sides. Now is the best time for us to defeat these Greeks in one fell swoop."

As the former crusade commander and lord of Monfila, Bonifas was after all his battles and was not futile. He naturally knew that there must be a reason for the opponent to attack. However, the pride cultivated by the chivalrous spirit and the inherent contempt for the Greeks in his heart made Bonifas unable to accept that he was still hesitating when he had an absolute advantage. This battle was not only to eliminate these Greeks, but also to those Macedonian local nobles who were fickle in Qin and Chu, but also to those far away in Constantinople. Therefore, Bonifas must have a clean, neat and beautiful victory, rather than the conservative tactics advocated by Marquis Denniste.

Seeing that Bonifas was so persistent and seemed to have a complete plan, Denniste, who had no choice but to give up, but he was still a little struggling and uneasy.

This was naturally seen by Bonifas, and he shook his head helplessly, "I know you are still a little guilty about what happened two days ago, but this is not the reason for you to hesitate and sleep. You must be clear that if you always change the battle plan because of the enemy's actions, you will not be able to win. The initiative on the battlefield is always more important than others."

"Yes, uncle." Faced with Bonifas' reprimand, the speechless young marquis could only accept it.

After looking at his nephew, Bonifas calmed down his tone and said, "Forget it, let me be the only one in the offensive command. Without steel-like determination, you cannot lead your soldiers to victory. Dear Dennister, you should be responsible for commanding the rear army to take over. I think this battle should not be your turn to play, but at least you can give you some time to calm yourself down for a while."

"I...I understand." Dennis, who was a little bitter and could not refute anything else, nodded, accepted the treatment of King Bonifas, bowed deeply, and immediately led his troops to the rear army camp. Although he was a little unwilling, at least as the rear army, he could guarantee that he could react immediately if an accident occurred.

Looking at his nephew Juechen leaving, Bonifas also sighed, but then he issued an order to attack-

"attack!"

The Latins who were eager to try also completed the array, and they were already ready and were waiting for the arrival of this moment.

Faced with an unstoppable momentum, the army under Bonifas came overwhelmingly. First of all, the most elite Italian mercenaries under Bonifas were formed. These brave adventurers inherited the courage of the Lombards, but they did not like to accept employment from their city-states, but were more willing to make a career in a foreign country.
Chapter completed!