"This battle may destroy us or make us excited. Even if the enemy is besieged from three sides, we only need to give them a head-on blow!"

Arslan, standing on the north wall, looked at the soldiers fighting bloody battles beside him and said passionately. They had repelled the first round of attacks from Epirus and Bulgaria, and saw the bodies of the Turks and Italians who could not recognize their identities as enemies and us were vaguely crossing the city and the stairs, but this was far from over.

Holding Arslan on the top of the city, he stared at the team of soldiers from Epirus and Bulgarian coalition below, raising their shields to defend the bows and arrows falling from their heads, while drilling into the huge siege tower, shouting and quickly coming to the top of the city.

Continuing this way is not a long-term solution. Seeing the enemy attacking here, Arslan knew that once the end of the city wall was broken, the defense lines stationed in other places might collapse. Because those were temporary city militias, in addition to this, they were private soldiers of the Macedonian nobles. Although they had some combat power, their will was already useless. The only feasible strategy was to immediately stop the enemy from climbing the city to seek respite, but by the city wall in the north, the siege equipment used by Epirus and the Bulgarian coalition were all giant siege towers several meters high. The structure was strong and the outside was covered with a partition that could defend against fire. It was not comparable to the small ladder truck pushed by the Sermium light infantry just now.

When the headache was happening, the enemy outside the city wall launched a new round of attacks. This time, the enemy that appeared was not the familiar figure before, but some heavy infantry armed to their teeth wearing chain mail. They wore Norman helmets protecting their eyes and foreheads on their heads and jumped up to the city, wielding heavy axes, sweeping across a large area.

"Is it a Valangi?!"

The first reaction in Arslan's mind was this, because it was very familiar to him who fought side by side with Neuski in Molia. It seemed that Mikhail Dukas had recruited many elite troops in the past few years. For the first encounter, Turkic warriors and Italian mercenaries were caught off guard by the fierce enemy. Soon, a gap in the defense of the city wall was opened. Seeing more enemies rushing up, Arslan couldn't help but feel a little anxious and looked at the White Tower behind him - but Sir Baptist did not move for a long time.

Having to bite the bullet, Arslan yelled at the militia who was the reserve on the ladder below:

"Come up and support!"

There was no other choice, so he had to let the temporarily organized sword-holding militias fill the gap that was broken. Looking at the Greek citizens who were scared by the fierce battle, the Turks urged them in disgust.

While Arslan was commanding the battle, a Warangel Warrior on the city wall beside him had already jumped onto the city wall, holding a long-handled battle axe in his hands, "Go to die, damn Turkic dog!" The giant axe drew a fierce arc in his hand, and the brilliant blood flowers on the city wall immediately bloomed. Several Turkic warriors who were unprepared were almost cut off in half. The Warangels saw that Arslan's identity was unusual at first sight, and then rushed towards him, holding the battle axe high and slashed towards him.

At such a critical moment, the sword in Arslan's hand was thrown out like a flying knife by him. At a very close distance, the sword pierced through the unprotected lower half of the Warrior Valani's face and penetrated it straight from the back of his head. The Warrior Valani who died immediately fell on his back without even seeing what was going on. The axe in his hand had not yet disappeared, and he flew out and rubbed over Arslan's head. The feathers on his helmet were cut off.

"Damn it, isn't Batiste's side still alive?!" The Turkic man, who was frightened by the scene just now, was still scared, but more and more enemies climbed up the city wall, and his subordinates around him were almost at the end of his strength at this time.

At this moment, the fierce battles that broke out on the city wall just north of Thessalonika were naturally in the eyes of Baptist on the White Tower. He could see the Turks and Italians, the soldiers hired by Justinian, burst out with amazing combat power and willpower, and even the local soldiers in Thessalonika were ashamed of seeing it. However, the huge gap in the number of Epirus and Bulgarian coalitions on the opposite side was destined to continue. It was only a matter of time before the fall of the northern city wall was lost.

If you want to turn the situation around, unless someone can intervene in the mercy of victory. Now, Baptist himself plays this role, but he is still looking for the most suitable opportunity.

...

With the previous psychological preparation, the defenders led by Arslan on the city wall were still trying hard to support them, but the nobles in Thessalonika who had obviously not been on the battlefield could not wait at this time. Fear urged them, and their own ulterior motives made the city look like a pool of muddy deep water, surging undercurrents.

"Since there is news that a large number of enemies are attacking the city wall in the north, if there is no reinforcement, it will be lost. Since this Count can lead troops to support, why should you stop me?" At this moment, Ioanis led his private guards, led by dozens of Vadarita soldiers in charge of martial law, pointed them with arrows.

The soldiers of the Guard Corps reiterated again: "The municipal officials have issued orders that everyone should not act without authorization in their posts, otherwise they will be considered rebellion."

All the dispatches throughout the city were commanded by Batiste on the White Tower. Since they received full support from the Princess Odosia at the questioning meeting, the Macedonian nobles had to give in. This time, the Latin man still exercised his power, and each army performed its own duties, and there were no idle people except for the reserve force.

However, at this moment, Count Ioanis, who was responsible for the defense of the city barricades, refused to obey the arrangements and forced his own private troops to the city walls, claiming to support the battlefield, so he was naturally stopped by the Vadaritae who were patrolling martial law.

Both sides were at odds. Although the number of Vadaritae's guard regiment was not large, they were all first-class soldiers selected by Justinian. They blocked the road and did not give Macedonian nobles the opportunity to take advantage of it.

The Count Yoanis, who was angry and embarrassed, scolded: "Bastard, are you happy only after the enemy enters the city, and retreat immediately, the lowly Sixuya people!"

"We are ordered to act, and no one can make any changes without the order of the municipal officials." Faced with the insults of the Greek nobles, several Vadarita soldiers remained calm, and their companions who were placing bows and arrows behind them were enough to suppress anyone who dared to act rashly.

Just when the two sides were in such a stalemate, the appearance of another team broke the deadlock at this moment.
Chapter completed!