"Sir, look!"

When Baron Clav, who was leading reinforcements to return, arrived at the side of the lost sea wall, he was hit by Justinian and his party who were blocked by the ruins and turned around.

The angry man immediately reacted at this moment. General Clay raised his sword and roared:

"Eliminate these invaders, except for the person who leads, no one else remains!"

The murderous roar fell into the ears of Justinian and the Vadarita beside him, but no one was shaken in the face of such a violent aura. The soldiers on both sides rushed towards each other fearlessly, and the deadly sharp blades waving in their hands greeted the opposite without mercy. Suddenly, the narrow sea wall was filled with these disgusting blood, but for these people who had sacrificed their lives, they had an extremely sweet illusion, and were completely immersed in this cruel battle.

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At the same time, on the other side, on the sea outside the sea wall, the Nicean attack continued. But what is strange is that the Greek fleet, which was huge in scale and poor incomparable, had not landed on the offensive for a long time, and was just attacking with a catapult.

However, even so, the Latin Empire, which had almost no naval power, was still in chaos when it encountered such a surprise attack. The Latin soldiers retreated behind the city walls tightened their necks and had no power to fight back against Nicea's harassment. What was even more life-threatening was that Constantinople also fell into riots caused by the poor. Many of the former New Roman citizens were homeless and penniless because of the invasion of the Crusaders. Although they surrendered for a while, they were actually dormant and waiting for the opportunity.

And now, it is the time for them to take revenge!

As the Nicean fleet attacked, countless Greeks decided to launch support, intending to use riots to capture all the important places in Constantinople to support the "restoring army" outside the city

In an instant, the whole city seemed to have returned to the day two years ago, the day when arsonists murderers and robbers were rampant, the shops of Italian merchants were burned, and the "invaders" in the eyes of citizens were also angrily thrown into the raging flames and turned into coke.

The name of "Saint Helena" was called on the broken streets, and the proletariat who had long been unable to pass were the vanguards. They waved sticks or knives to openly fight against the Latin garrisons who were intending to suppress them, and wanted to smash and destroy all visible property in front of them.

"Kill all the Latins!"

"Pend them into the sulfur of hell!"

"Dig them out of their eyes and burn them to death!"

Demonic whispers everywhere, and resentful curses filled the streets and alleys. A small number of panicked guard soldiers were also panicked. There was Nicea's attack outside, and there were hungry citizens staring at them in the city. Seeing this scene, they were almost in a state of collapse.

More and more Constantinople citizens surrounded them, and at this critical moment, the rushing sound of horse hooves suddenly came, attracting everyone's attention. Then came the panic screams of the rioters!

"It's the Latin Knight!"

I don't know who shouted first, and everyone immediately looked in the sound.

I saw the fully armed Latin knights suddenly appeared on the street and lined up in a row facing here. The sunset gradually fell, and the blood-red sunlight shone on the new armor of the knights, which inspired the memories of fear in the deep minds of people.

"All the rebels will be killed on the spot, and no one will be left!"

A whisper rang out, revealing the coldness of killing and decisiveness, as if the entire air was about to condense into ice in an instant.

The man who said this sentence also appeared in everyone's sight on a leather-armored war horse. He wore a crown inlaid with holy icons and gems, and was wearing a purple robe. Under the robe was a Western-style chain mail. The expression on his firm face was calm and he looked at everything in front of him without any fluctuation. And he was the master of the city at this moment, the current ruler of the Latin Empire, the so-called Romanian emperor, and the Henry of Flander.

At the command of Emperor Henry, the row of knights who had been waiting for him had finally let go of their tight reins, and the furious horse was able to spread its four hooves to prepare to trample on everything that was blocking the front.

The war horse under the knight's crotch trotted, and a lot of dust rose on the ground. The horse's hooves, with oppressive sounds, hit the helpless mob like a torrent.

Before many Greek citizens could meet, they felt the murderous aura of the rainbow hitting their fighting spirit. After all, they could not even be considered weapons in their hands, and they would not form a wall of humans to block cavalry like regular troops.

Under the oppression of fear, these rioted Greeks instantly scattered, but they did not know that scattering was not conducive to their escape, but was conducive to the massacre of Latin knights. Before they could react, the people who were overwhelmed by the iron hooves of the cavalry, and countless "blood flowers" were stabbed out by the sharp cavalry rifles. The mobs were suddenly buried under the horse's hooves, and were soon killed and injured.

Seeing the countless casualties under his rule, Emperor Henry still ignored it, but said to a knight beside him: "Thank you to arrive in time, Lord Claver, if you hadn't brought your knights to help suppress the rebellion, the consequences would be unimaginable."

"This is what I should do. I came from Normandy to help you swear allegiance to you at the same time." The knight beside him took off his helmet and revealed the face of a middle-aged man. He was an English nobleman who had arrived in Constantinople not long ago. Due to the mediocrity of the landless king John, he was deprived of his fief in Normandy by the King of Normandy, so he had to choose to join the Crusade. After Constantinople, he finally agreed to Emperor Henry's sworn to become the new noble in Romania. This lord, who had lost his fiefdom but still had dozens of knights loyal to him, did have great help to Henry of Flander.

He quickly suppressed the riot and killed the poor people gathered here, and ordered the knights under his command to clean the battlefield briefly. He saw Marquis Claver riding a horse to the garrison that had been flustered before and shouted:

"Why are you the only one here, your commander! Where did my nephew Joseph go?" Earl Claver asked with a frown. He came with the elite knights at the first time, of course, not just to suppress the riots of a group of poor ghosts, but to his nephew Joseph Claver. As his heir, he would never allow any mistakes. However, he was in trouble here, and Joseph, who was the commander, was not here, which made the earl's heart skip a beat.

At this time, a soldier pointed in a panic and said stammeringly: "I...I saw Baron Joseph heading towards the sea wall. Something seemed to be a big deal and left me here."
Chapter completed!