Under the night, outside the castle, a group of people had surrounded them at this time. They were the troops under Romanus, the son of Prince Agrignon. They were originally stationed on the island of Corfu, which was regained for a short time, but after receiving the order, the army had to follow Romanus to Athens, but along the way they didn't even know what the trip was for.

And tonight, they were ordered to come here with only one task, which was to eliminate all the remnants of the Latin Empire entrenched in the castle.

Although he was confused, the Corfu border guard commander still chose to execute this order. After all, it was not someone else who gave the order, Romanus, the eldest son of his master, Prince Theodor. At this time, the prince was confronting Mikhail, the autocratic Duke of Epirus in Rusnina. Since Macedonia was recovered, the friction between the two sides has reached a tense point. Therefore, in the southern military towns, they basically obeyed the order of Romanus, the son of the prince.

"Have you checked it?" asked the cautious commander of the army. He had almost drawn half of the defenders on the island this time, and he did not want to cause too much loss. After all, there are enemies everywhere on Corfu, and there is no way to lose it.

The soldier in charge of the investigation also gave a positive answer and said, "Don't worry, boss, we have already investigated everything, everything is safe, the defense of the castle is very relaxed, and the brothers below are ready to attack at any time."

The soldiers under his command were all eager to try, but staring at the silent castle, the Legion Commander said with a serious look: "Everything goes according to the scheduled time, so that no one can act rashly."

Everything seemed normal, and it seemed like this was a very easy task. However, the legion commander who had followed Prince Theodor to go on a war many times still felt something was wrong.

The Fourth Noble was so quiet that it made him feel a little abnormal.

But it was no longer his turn to hesitate. The order was given by the domineering Your Highness, and it was already an arrow on the string.

The dark clouds gradually blocked the light of the bright moon, and finally the Agrenion army surrounding the abandoned castle was dispatched. Instead of rushing up, they chose to touch the slackened gate of the castle. In the quiet night, there was nothing but only hearing their heavy breathing and low footsteps.

The sharpshooter in the army eliminated the torches on the castle at one time, allowing the attackers to blend smoothly into the darkness and gradually approached their target under the protection of the night.

Two hundred Serbian light-carrier soldiers from Srem walked in the front, holding various bows and javelins in hand, and behind were the most elite heavy-carrier soldiers from Crete and Thrace. Although there were not many, they were reliable enough as the real main force. They held long axes and shields in hand and quietly walked to the deep castle entrance and lit the rosin torches.

"Closing the exit, no one is allowed to escape." The calm and sophisticated border guard captain issued an order to fight.

According to the materials provided by the Pisa people in Athens, the abandoned castle had only this entrance and exit, and there were no other hidden places around the castle. After obtaining such a guarantee, the cautious Agrignons finally began their attack.

...

However, what they didn't know was that their every move was already under the control of others.

"From the sound of footsteps, there are at least three or four hundred people on the opposite side." Salius said with a serious expression in his face, hiding in the darkness, holding the Romfaya sword in his hand tightly. He never expected that the Pisa people would make such a despicable act of intercepting and killing halfway. At this moment, a large number of attackers had calmly entered the unguarded abandoned castle.

But Justinian seemed to be no surprise at all around him.

"It seems these guys really think I've been from the net," Justinian said to Zelius with some smugness. "Now we are in the dark and they are in the light."

However, Salius was obviously not as optimistic as Justinian, and said worriedly: "The other party is at least three or four times that of ours. At this time, the entrance was tightly closed. Even if we could catch them off guard, the consequences would be serious if they were trapped here." He watched with his own eyes as the attackers blocked the entrance with big stones, and there were still people outside to guard it. At that time, the melee would be in a state of despair, and the flesh and blood would not be able to break open such a desperate door.

"What do you think we should do?" Justinian asked back.

"We can dig a short tunnel from here to escape, avoid head-on conflict, and then lead troops to attack the Pisa people." Salius suggested.

But Justinian chuckled and shook his head, "This is definitely not possible. Not to mention the city of Athens, I am not going to give up and throw it to them. Although this castle was abandoned, it must have been guarded against tunnel attacks when it was built. The foundations below us were paved with huge rocks. We cannot knock that thing away."

"Then break through the gate while those people are in deeper," Salius stared at the sealed gate.

"But that would alarm the killers outside the city." Justinian shook his head again, "I had expected this to happen."

"What should I do now?" Salius was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. At this moment, they were like turtles in a jar. The darkness hid the enemy's traces and also covered them, but there was not much time left to buy.

"That's why I asked you to bring that kind of thing."

Justinian looked back and smiled, and then Zalius remembered what Justinian had them carry before.

"You mean the fire of revival?"

He subconsciously touched the water bag on his waist. Justinian ordered everyone to carry two water bags, but one of them was filled with water, but it was full of gunpowder.

Zalius had seen the power of this thing, and Justinian called it the new guardian fire, but Zalius and his cavalry were more willing to call it the fire of revival. It turned out that Justinian had prepared for it, so he asked them to carry such a powerful weapon in secret, but there was another problem before them.

Salius frowned, "But His Highness Justinian, we don't have a fire tube!" Without a fire tube, the fire of revival can only cause relatively violent combustion, not to mention that even the power of the fire tube cannot break the huge rock blocking the castle gate.

"That's why I brought that thing!" Justinian waved behind him, and several cavalrymen carried a large box out of their luggage. Under the hazy moonlight, Salius could see clearly what was inside.

It was a dark black tube, neither gold nor iron, and looked very heavy, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of leather on the outside.

And this is the gift Justinian prepared for the visitors tonight, his secret weapon, a skinned cannon.

It should have been the weapon that the later northern lion Gustav relied on to drink the Ma Elbe River, but was restored by Justinian hundreds of years in advance. However, it was a recovery, but it was not as good as that. The real leather cannon was not just leather. It also needed a copper-leather forged gun barrel, plus several iron hoops, a circle of reinforced ropes and a layer of leather reinforcement. The imitation of Justinian can only be said to be shoddy. It took a month to discuss with the local blacksmith in Molia to ask for advice before barely creating such a cannon. As for the actual combat, Justinian was not sure. After all, no one dared to test and put a sufficient amount of black gunpowder into the launch test.

But now, Justinian can only take the risk with the idea of ​​giving it a try.

"Use this kind of thing to blow away that big stone? This is impossible!" said Salius, "unless you use magic!"

"So wait and see!" Justinian said calmly, calling on others to retreat. Justinian and his soldiers pushed the skinned cannons that were moved out. Although this thing was lighter than the iron-cast cannons, it was still laborious to carry.

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On the other side, stepping into the dark castle, except for the place illuminated by the rosin torches in your hands, the attackers could not see their five fingers in front of them.

They continued to move forward, and the corridor at the entrance of the castle became wider and wider. Although it was an abandoned castle, the art of repairing and chiseling still shocked the soldiers of Agrenion.

"This should be the castle built by the Crusaders a hundred years ago?"

"No wonder it is easy to defend but difficult to attack. If you didn't give up on your own initiative, you're afraid that thousands of people will find it difficult to capture this place for a while," said the commander of the legion. "It seems that because of this, the Latin remnants here will be so relaxed."

"Everyone takes out their weapons and prepares for battle." Amid the low shouts of orders, the raided soldiers were already doing their best, and they were about to start a killing after just one order.

Not far away, there was a faint fire light, and a few black shadows were lying on the ground next to the dim light of the firewood. It seemed that this was the place where Latin people rested.

"superior!"

With a command, the Serbian light-mounted soldiers and crossbows shot in the front, and the figures in front of him were knocked down.

But everything in front of him was immediately quiet, and the border guard commander who was commanding the attack immediately noticed something was wrong, and then rushed forward. The torches in his hand illuminated the things in front of him. Only then did the attackers see clearly that what they shot just now was not flesh and blood, but a few dummies made of cotton and linen!

"What's going on?!" The shocked Agrenion soldiers were confused. They were originally attacking, but how could they be lost!
Chapter completed!