"Kill--" Justinian, who was yelling in battle, killed another Venetian soldier who was trying to rush up with his sword.

The sharp broadsword that was shining with cold light was stained with blood gradually solidified, and the red turned brown, which looked shocking. The exhausted Justinian still had pain on his body, but although he could only wave the sword with one hand, he still did not take a step back. He hit the enemy head-on and again, and the guards around him dragged him back from the battlefield.

As the only noble who is still commanding the army, Justinian has become the soul pillar of this Morian army.

But even Justinian was commanding the army at this time and didn't know how long he could last. Even if he had the will to fight, the soldiers under his command would shed all their last blood.

And then, Fort Wiscarri will be broken. Although the Venetians will suffer heavy casualties, what they are pursuing now is not to give the enemy the greatest possible damage, but to solve the current crisis.

At this time, the officers who had been sent by Justinian to seek help came late.

"How about it, what about reinforcements?" Justinian, who retreated from the city wall, asked. He had a bad premonition because several officers did not bring him a single figure.

"We did not find Lord Leo, and our request to mobilize the noble soldiers in the city was also rejected by Mrs. Agnes." The officers shook their heads helplessly, feeling angry, but they could do nothing.

"Madame Agnes?" Justinian had a little impression of the woman. He remembered that he had not had a conflict with a separate noble, but why did the other party refuse his request for help? You should know that his lips were dead and teeth were cold. If he failed, the Fort Wiscari, which had lost the wall, would become an unguarded town vulnerable. He couldn't help but ponder in his heart, but Justinian soon broke out from it. Now this matter can only be put aside for the time being, because the Venetian offensive became more and more fierce.

At this time, the huge siege tower had already reached the city wall. The tower gate opened, and the Venetian soldiers jumped down. The infantry of the two armies were fighting each other with spears and swords. In an instant, the number of casualties of Byzantine troops surged. The ones rushing in front were Italian mercenary knights. They held heavy swords and shields and made them feel as if they were in a no-man's realm. The leading knights smashed down fiercely with a long spear and chopped over the Greek soldiers who blocked him. Then several Venetian nobles jumped down, obviously among the elites of the enemy. These walking knights were carrying the flag of the lion in their hands. Holding swords and axes high, they opened up the situation in an instant. Seeing the Saint Mark's flag on their own side fluttering above their heads, the Venetians under the city immediately shouted a berserk and rushed forward even more desperately.

For a moment, a section of the city wall of Fort Wiscary was lost, and waves of Venetians rushed up, but at this moment, the black shadow suddenly shook in front of the Venetian Knight in front, and a heavy mace hit directly on the head of the knight. The brain and blood that flew out splattered in the air, dyeing the city red. It was the Turkic people under Justinian. They rushed up with a mace, holding a half-moon-shaped Eastern shield, and slaughtered several Venetian soldiers in succession to deal with heavy armor units. The blunt weapon hit was powerful. "Come on Venetian pigs, let you see what the real warrior is. The so-called knight path is not worth mentioning at all, kill--"

Although these Turks were all under Arslan's men, they were also loyal enough to Justinian. In addition, they were all the best among Turkic warriors, and instantly suppressed the Venetians who attacked the city.

This scene also fell into the eyes of Ranieri, who was commanding the army under the city.

"Is there any Turks who are loyal to the Greeks... It's really abominable!" Such losses are not the hope of men. You must know that each of the elite heavy infantry is very precious to him, but now they have suffered huge losses due to these humble and dirty Turks in their eyes, which makes Ranieridandoro furious!

Raising the whip in his hand, Ranieri pointed to the city wall and shouted: "All the catapults smashed the city wall on the left and rushed in!"

"But Lord Ranieri, we still have people on it! This will cause accidental injury!" Maximilian on the side was shocked and did not expect that the Governor in front of him would do this.

"I can't care about so much. Why are you still waiting to do and ask me to say the order again?" Ranieri's gaze showed a ruthlessness, which made Maximilian take two steps back quickly. He had to follow the orders of the adult and aim the catapult at the walls of Fort Wiscari.

The huge stone was projected out and hit the city wall of Fort Wiscarri. After a series of hits, a section of the city wall finally collapsed with a bang. Although both the Venetians and the Byzantines were casualties, the situation suddenly turned sharply. The Venetian soldiers who were originally carrying siege hammers to hit the city gate immediately put down their things, holding a spear and knife, and rushed towards the gap that was smashed by the catapult.

"Damn it, reserve team!" Justinian cursed and roared, and the flag-holder beside him waved the battle flag to signal the troops to support behind the city wall. Then the archers aimed the tip of the arrow at the gap in the smashed city wall and instantly shot the Venetian soldiers who rushed up first into a hedgehog.

However, in the face of the sudden shooting, the Venetians did not retreat at all, but instead stepped on their companions' bodies in the rain of arrows, forcing the Byzantine archers to pull out their short swords to fight.

The remaining troops under Justinian were eventually forced to join the battlefield to fight with the enemy, while Justinian led the Turkic warriors to continue to fight back the heavy infantry in Venice.

"Long live the empire!" He was filled with others shouting, and some people shouting, "Long live Justinian! Long live Molia!" I really don't know who taught them. He clearly made them fight for themselves. But as the pain screams became more and more, the trembling battle horns and the thrilling killing gradually dazzled him. Justinian also understood that at this time, it would be better to shout some slogans in the desperate people.
Chapter completed!