On the eve of the inquiry of the Princess Odosia at the noble residence...

At night in the city of Phelpolez, everything was as quiet as usual. This was once the capital of the Kingdom of Macedonia and an important fortress of the Roman Empire. With it, Thessalonika did not need to worry about the attacks of the barbarians from the north. However, with the arrival of the crusades in 1204, it was granted to Renier de Tritte, a knight from Trissa. Leger, and became a sharp nail placed in Macedonia in Constantinople, making Thessalonika always feel like a light on his back, and had to be wary of the Latins leaving the city to raid the countryside.

Under the night, Baptist took advantage of the night to come to the city again and felt that he was trekking in a dream, or that the entire city of Phelpolez was sleeping in a big dream, but he broke in as a nightmare.

The weather was a little cold under the hazy moonlight, and the visible field of view became narrower in the foggy weather. Baptist knew that this was his only chance. The nobles of Thessalonika should be preparing to inquire about the princess at this time, which would have bought him time.

The thick mist flowed like cream, and Baptist, who was riding on the horse, was not worried that the defenders on the city would notice something was wrong.

Looking at the nearly 10,000 troops behind him, or to be precise, a group of civilians marching in armed ways, Baptist gestured to the people around him with his eyes.

Just listen-

"Do you know who the people in this city are? They are the ones who displaced you. The insatiable Latins." The voice with the Turkic accent came to the nervous people's ears.

Aarslan, who was riding a war horse, pulled out the Damascus knife on his waist and galloped over it. As the blade passed by the spear held by each soldier turned into a crisp jingle sound, it unknowingly relieved the pressure in many people's hearts.

"It is these people who took away your and my home, and they made you and me unable to eat. They are like jackals who are harsh and cowardly want to bite the flesh and blood of our relatives. Are you willing to endure and surrender all the time?" Arslan's painful words fell into the hearts of everyone in the army, and what followed was anger ignited in the hearts of these people.

"Use the weapons in your hands to guard your home, rather than continue to pray for alms. I am a Turk, so this has never been my war, but your war, but I still fight side by side with you, pick up the weapons, kill them all! Kill all these Latin robbers!" Arslan looked at his eyes that ignited the flames of hatred, and launched a mobilization for the last time, and responded to him with a roar.

"Pick up your weapons and kill all these damn Latins!"

"Kill all the Latin dogs and take back our land!"

...

When Renier de Trite, the lord of the city of Felpoples, woke up from his dream, looked down at the entire city that should have belonged to him on the windowsill of his dormitory.

Even if everything in front of you is called purgatory, the fire has almost spread to the whole city. In the light of fire, Renier felt as if it was daytime. Following the loud shouts of killing, he saw an eagle flag that had been inserted on the top of the city at some point.

Is it a Greek attack?

Renier could not believe his eyes. He thought it was the Bulgarian attack, but he never expected it to be a cowardly Greek! He clearly brought his own soldiers to burn the other village during the day, but now he was beaten to the door of his house by the Greeks.

A sense of fear arose!

All kinds of thoughts rose and fell in the mind of the French knight, and he didn't know how he was like this. At this time, his vassals rushed into the dormitory, with panic and blood on their faces, waiting for the orders of their lords, but everyone felt that the city was about to be destroyed. The Greeks' crazy actions were not to regain lost territory, but to vent their tyranny.

How many people are yelling? One thousand or ten thousand? Renier couldn't tell the difference between the war. He just felt that everything was shattered in the huge shouts and killings. This was something he had never experienced in the war he had experienced before.

"Where do they have so many people?!"

With a puzzled understanding, Renier, who was unwilling to give up, could only lead the remaining personal soldiers to break through the siege, surrounded by his vassals.

With a "boom", Renier went out and saw a flying rock hitting the high wall. The broken stone pillar collapsed and overwhelmed a large number of panicked soldiers in front of Renier.

That way of death would probably not be left with a complete bone.

"Let's go east! Go east! Let's go out from the east." Renier's ears were the calls of the knights. It was already a luxury to continue to stop resistance in the chaos. At this time, the Latin people could only count on asking for help from another Latin lord, Saint-Born Earl Hugo. At the same time, the only vassal of His Majesty Henry of Flander would come to support him.

Renier immediately calmed down and gave an order. He forced himself to think, and quickly changed several ideas, and then said:

"Escape in the direction of the market!" The man's voice sounded like a thunderous sound in the night sky, "The open area there can avoid unnecessary entanglement! We will rush out directly by horses."

"But sir, the infantry may not be able to keep up with us!" The knights did not implement it immediately, hesitating whether it was too cruel to do so.

But Renier, who was determined to cut off his arm, ordered with a firm call: "I don't care about them anymore. Do you want all of us to die here?"

A shout awakened the remaining knights and servants. At this time, the battlefield they were in was already a gamble with life as a bargaining chip. Without great determination, they would definitely lose all their money. As long as they leave safely and send reinforcements in time, they would definitely be able to repel these mobs in front of them.

The riders who had regained their courage immediately followed their lords toward the market - it was obvious that the Greeks had just arrived here, and before they even had time to put down the roadblock to block the Latin cavalry, the huge spear broke out into a bloody road.

But as the situation was getting better, smoke suddenly rose in the direction of the market ahead, and it became particularly conspicuous against the backdrop of the fire.

"That's..." Renier's voice showed great vigilance.

When he saw clearly in front of him, the man's pupils dilated several times.

"Stop! Retreat!" The Knight Renier suddenly yelled, but it was too late.

The huge round rolling wood rolled out of the smoke and dust, and accelerated toward the Latin cavalry. The huge movement shocked the ground. Everything came too quickly, and Renier realized that it was too late to retreat.

"Jump over and avoid!" The man roared again. Faced with a critical moment of life and death, he could only bite the bullet and go.

The riders behind them all followed the orders because they could not hesitate. Only by breaking through this death zone can they escape from birth.

A rider's war horse was crushed and his legs fell down. In order to soothe the war horse that was afraid of the flames, he covered his eyes, but he never thought it would be a fatal blow to himself. Then another rider was directly crushed by the flying Rolling Wood and his horse.

But even so, Rolling Wood did not block the Latin retreat. Renier was about to break through the market to resist the East City, but the Greek soldiers lying around him yelled to enter the field. At this moment, the Latin nobles truly saw their opponents. Their weapons and equipment were simply unarmed compared to the cavalry under his command. It turned out that these people took their city?

Renier exclaimed in his heart that it was impossible, but he soon realized that there was something wrong, that was, let the knights dance and dance, tearing the bodies of those humans wearing only a layer of tattered leather armor, and blood shone everywhere. None of the Greeks meant to retreat. Obviously, they were trying to delay the Latin people's pace. When they realized this, the Latin people couldn't help but yell.
Chapter completed!