In the pool of blood, Serbian cavalry was buried everywhere. In the first round of attacks, Justinian directly destroyed the rebels' proud reliance. Cavalry and infantry battles were not without. For example, when the Crusaders attacked the holy land, they left a deep impression on the Saracens when they siege the city. However, like Justinian, using a two-meter-long cavalry spear as a weapon, they were never seen before in ambushed rebels.

This is also a risky and helpless move for Justinian. Only by destroying the enemy's main force in this way can he conquer it at the minimum cost in Pisa in the castle.

During the Italian War in later generations, the French military military knights were attacked by the Swiss, and the German mercenaries who cooperated with them were defeated and dispersed. The helpless elite cavalry had to hold a wall to form a gun array to fight with them. Although they failed in the end, it at least proved the feasibility of this tactic. Not to mention that the rebels in front of them were just mobs, so Justinian chose to take the lead.

"Assault!" Justinian shouted loudly, and saw a military formation with spears breaking through and reorganized a neat formation to launch another attack on the panicked rebels. At this time, if this army is compared to a spear, then Justinian is the tip of the spear, which is the most harmful but is also the easiest to break.

The enemy's blood splattered all over Justinian's robe, and his sharp weapons were about to fall on him several times, but Justinian didn't care at all but fought with the enemy who rushed up with his sword.

"Don't disperse the dense array, suppress the enemy!"

Under Justinian's order, the cavalry formed a gun formation that bit the rebels tightly, making it difficult to move. At this time, the advantages of the terrain gradually emerged. The rebels squeezed into a small space were close to each other, and almost everyone was kneeling to their knees, and they could not even bend down. This was the effect Justinian needed, which surrounded the enemy archers among them, and even if the other party wanted, they could not shoot arrows. As long as this was the initiative on the battlefield was firmly held in their own hands.

"Damn it!"

On the other side, Bettoni, who was caught off guard, was shocked and angry at the moment. He had never expected the other party to be so crazy! Commanding this army was simply a madman. The blood-soaked road on the ground had turned into a pool of mud. Bettoni's frightened horse also tripped, and his hooves slipped, almost causing him to fall off the saddle. Fortunately, the troops maintained a balance in the end.

But it was this staggering that made Betoni accidentally see a face that made him tremble all over.

It was Justinian! How could he appear here? Shouldn't he have lost news after the Battle of Macedonia? Betoni was so scared that he couldn't believe his eyes at all, but now looking back on this crazy tactic, can anyone else do it besides the little fox of Molia?

He could no longer think about why Justinian appeared here. Deep resentment flashed through Betoni's eyes. At this moment, he was just thinking about killing Justinian. In his opinion, as long as the little Molia fox died, he would not lose the battle!

Betoni was already in a state of madness, and he ignored his surrounding subordinates' desperate dissuasion and ordered his legion to pounce on Justinian and his army. He was ready to reverse the decline with his own numbers, but this also completely lost his last chance to retreat.

At this time, Justinian had completed the final arrangement, and the gun formation formed by the pedestrian cavalry had blocked the narrow mountain road, making the final battle a final battle of bravery and perseverance.

Faced with the attack on both sides, the rebels were already panicked, especially the old, weak, sick and disabled arranged in the rear. They turned around as soon as they contacted them and had no intention of fighting. They deliberately gave up a gap, and Justinian chose to let these rebels who had lost their combat effectiveness leave, completely exposing the enemy's flanks. Justinian raised the spear in his hand and shouted: "Long live Moria!" The people behind him also responded loudly. The spearheads flew out in a formation, making a sharp roar of steel. The sludge splashed on the muddy land and the sharp weapons merged with blood.

Everyone accelerated the charge at the same time and kept the distance between each other. At the last moment, they laid the gun bar flat and pierced the chest of an enemy wearing leather armor with the carved cavalry in their hands. Since the gun bar used by the Byzantine cavalry was not a Latin style that was easy to break immediately, the cavalry continued to exert force and pierced the body of the next person. The rebels finally took out a stance to fight to the death, and they saw them stepping on the corpse of their companions holding shields and spears, passing through their torso, swinging axes to slash at the heavy armored knight in front of them.

However, Justinian had already expected the enemy to do so. He was ready and immediately ordered:

"Give up the gun in the front!"

As soon as the words came, the heavy armored cavalry in the same row as Justinian dropped the spears they used for their attack. In a trance, the rebels who witnessed the strange scenes were in a daze. The heavy lion barbarian hammer hit their shields. The heavy armored cavalry that was caught off guard was paralyzed by the shock, and the heavy armored cavalry flying in front of him had approached and stabbed the dagger in his hand at every passing Molia rebel. In an instant, the beautiful flower of blood bloomed in the rebel battle formation. Justinian moved flexibly in the dense gun formation. He lived like a messenger of death. Wherever the sword reached, his hand was broken and his shield was shattered.

The rebels were tightly restricted by the long spears in the back two rows of slapped, and the attack distance on the opposite side was twice theirs. This was no longer a battle, but a massacre. More and more rebel soldiers fell down, and the increase in the proportion of casualties finally made their morale difficult to support. The first soldier threw down his weapons and fled, followed by the second, then the third, and the fourth, and the collapsed decline could no longer return.
Chapter completed!