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Humph, the insatiable Bulgarian barbarian is a wolfish ambition.

As expected, Emperor Mikhail suddenly realized that the other party was taking this opportunity to give him eye drops, just to bargain with him. At this point, Mikhail Dukas certainly was unwilling to have another problem, so he took the initiative to propose:

"In that case, if I agreed to your country's previous request for the territories south of the Rodope Mountains, I wonder if I could comfort the souls of the warriors who died in your country before?"

Long before the two sides reached an alliance, Bulgaria had repeatedly expressed his desires to Mikhail for several cities at the junction with Epirus, but they were all politely rejected. At this point, Mikhail Ducas also understood that if the other party's appetite could not be satisfied, even if the Thessalonika was conquered this time, the subsequent handling would be very troublesome, so he had to bear the pain and express his willingness to give in to the Bulgarians.

Finally, after waiting for the other party's words, Connortin's mouth showed a hint of pride, but he pretended to be silent and said, "If this is the case, it will indeed make the despise country feel the sincerity of His Majesty, but this still requires Tsar Borier to make the decision." Connortin's nephew, who was the tsar, obviously expressed his attitude, and finally made Emperor Mikhail secretly relieved.

Soon, Epirus and Bulgaria's attention was pulled back from the negotiations by the situation on the battlefield.

The Sermiums who had been pushing the siege carts under the gate of Thessalonika, and the ladders were also ladders on the walls, but at this time, their companions behind them had already been killed or injured, and countless corpses were in front of the walls. But even though such a huge sacrifice had been made, these Sermiums could not take a step back, because any cowardly warrior would inevitably suffer a punishment of ten times more cruel than death. Gritting teeth and enduring fear, these cannon fodders launched the first round of attack on Thessalonika.

On the top of the city, this scene fell into Arslan, who was commanding the defense, and naturally knew that such an unruly enemy came to die, but he was just some vulnerable cannon fodder. However, he couldn't help feeling worried when the outfits of the Sermium soldiers were similar to those of his own customs as Turks. But now they were their own masters, and seeing that the enemy troops who were raising the ladder to climb the city wall were about to come up, he yelled:

"Shoot the arrow!"

The Turkic soldiers under their hands were already waiting, holding the bowstring ready to go. With the sound of Arslan's command, the arrows quickly left the bowstring and quickly set off a heavy rain. Many Sermiums were caught off guard. Some were shot down on their backs and screamed and smashed to pieces with their companions behind them. However, some people were determined to endure the severe pain wounds, lowered their bodies, hid behind the poor little shield, and finally climbed up the city wall. But what was waiting for them was the Italian mercenaries in front of the Turkic archers. The Italian infantry, who held shields and spears, had obvious advantages than before, easily swung over the enemy troops trying to climb the city. After shooting the bows and arrows, the Turkic people on one side drew their swords and fought side by side with the Christians holding spears at the front line.
Chapter completed!