"Attack, see what my sword reaches!"

The soldiers under Justinian's eyes left, and the breathing of enemies from Epirus was clearly heard in their ears. On the battlefield, the sound of footsteps charging and armor and weapons intersecting, a grand musical song was played, and the sword and blood intertwined to compose cruel notes, covering up the shouts of people.

The bodies collided with each other, and unwillingly pierced the sharp weapons into the other's flesh and blood bodies, feeling the tearing of limbs and the splashing of blood vessels. Everyone was immersed in it. Although they were obviously the people of the empire, they had no complaints in the past and had no grudges in the past. However, both sides continued without regret, because everyone firmly believed that what they fought for was the future of their own country and their compatriots.

Justinian's sword was unsheathed and led the way. When he stepped into the crowd, the sword passed by like Moses, and everyone who dared to come to the former was killed one after another. The Epirus spear stabbed, Justinian raised his hand and slashed, and then advanced and slashed, and blood splattered in front of him. The wide river bay battlefield was as small as his eyes at this moment. He felt that he was more familiar with the feeling of fighting on the battlefield than before, and the killing skills contained in this body were completely developed without realizing it. The memory of Assassin's battlefield assassin's memory told Justinian how to use power to save energy and concentrate more accurately, and how to concentrate the key points more accurately. The sword swung like an arm to use his fingers, and the reaction speed of being squeezed to the extreme made the enemy's movements in Justinian's eyes seem to be slow, and he could capture flaws that could be taken advantage of at any time.

Either he cut the artery on the opponent's neck with a sword, or turned around and picked the gap between the enemy's armor and elbows and axes to destroy one of the opponent's arms, or suddenly leaned over to avoid the sword that the enemy slashed horizontally, and then rolled over and launched a counterattack to cut off the enemy's legs. All the steps were like flowing water, and Justinian was killing in the crowd, and no one could take action. But gradually he felt the long sword waving in his hand became heavier and heavier, and the Epirus people who kept coming were like an endless abyss that was about to submerge themselves.

If this continues, the front will be lost! Justinian tightly holds the hilt of the sword covered in sticky blood and is solemn, and there are fewer and fewer subordinates fighting side by side with him. However, the time is not yet ready. The Mistras heavy infantry legion led by Godric, who is preparing to launch a counterattack on the flank, should have not completed the deployment at this time.

We must persevere!

"Go closer to me!" roared with a hoarse voice. Justinian tried his best to let the few dozen subordinates around him hear it, and let them unite to their side. They must protect the position until the last moment. The black fox hunting battle flag fluttered on the battlefield and drank blood. The flying arrows left holes on it. But even so, it was still something that every Tripoli soldier and Pebble Fort defender on the battlefield was vowed to defend. As long as it was still standing, every Moria soldier and Pebble Fort defender would never give up fighting.

When the flag is there, the people are there, and when the people are there, the front line will not collapse. In Justinian's voice, the soldiers who only guarded the battle flags all burst out with amazing perseverance and courage to support each other with their backs and tenaciously face the enemy invading in front of them.

If you can look down at the battlefield that stretches across the river, the central army position led by Justinian, which was less than a thousand people, was like a thin dam, on the verge of collapse in front of the surging tide of the Epirus. Nicholas Ofania, who looked at all, sneered, it seemed that it was only a matter of time before the other side was broken. The so-called Moria little fox Justinian was just like this. Nicholas looked disdainfully in his heart, like a small boat.

The black fox battle flag that was about to be submerged and disappeared showed a sneer on his face. Only three or four thousand people really thought they could fight with him. Looking at the central army that was about to be defeated by Moria's army, Nicholas was convinced that as long as he killed Justinian, the remaining Moria people could only surrender. He ordered more troops to attack the middle. Nicholas, who was full of confidence, did not notice the changes in the position of Moria's new army on both wings of the reed marsh.

At the same time, both Cardrosse and Godric, who were commanding the left and right wings, were anxiously paying attention to the fierce battle situation of the central army at this time. They were worried about Justinian's safety and wanted to go to support immediately, but before that, Justinian had repeatedly reminded them that they could only stare at the left and right wings of the enemy, and they should not act rashly until the time came.

May God bless you, Lord Justinian! Cardrosse and Godric could only grit their teeth and hold their troops silently and pray for Justinian silently.

On the other side, monk Sergius, who was also watching the battlefield, was also observing the ever-changing changes on the battlefield. He still remembered what the other party and he said before leaving. This was a big gamble. If Justinian lost the bet, he and his army would all die here. If he could survive until the enemy revealed his flaws, the number of winners and losers would be instantly changed.

It has to be said that Justinian is really a lunatic. He actually used himself as bait, but this trick did work. The Epirus, who was sure that as long as Justinian was eliminated, had all the chips piled up on the low ground of the river beside him. At this moment, Nicholas and his Epirus army had become slaves to the gambling game, but the other party who was in the fanaticism did not notice this at all.

"I hope you don't let me take His Highness Irina back alone. I don't want to be entrusted as a guardian for the second time." The monk said lightly, turning his gaze to the group of people who joined the battlefield.

"Attack in the name of Saint Cyril!"

When Epirus' army was about to break through the new Molia army's front, a roar rang over the river bay.

The Qingshigang Mountain people who launched the charge suddenly joined the battlefield. Under the leadership of Bogdani, they killed the Epirus people off guard. The fierce and powerful battle axe flew around the crowd. Suddenly, the Epirus army flew with flesh and blood.
Chapter completed!