Facing the morning light of Fort Wiscari, the cold wind of silence came to his face, and the Byzantine soldiers standing on the city wall looked quietly in the distance, and the Venetians who made a comeback were obviously ready to make a contribution to the battle.

Ranieri sent all the siege equipment and the last elite troops to encircle the lonely city like a iron wall according to his previous arrangement.

At the same time, a large number of Venetian fleets appeared in the bay south of Fort Wiscarri. Justinian, who learned of this news, had no choice but to transfer part of the defensive faction of the city wall to the side of the sea wall.

With the Grand Duke Anastasius coming forward and facing the opposition, the entire city's army had gathered under Justinian's command at this time, but even in this way, the troops to defend Fort Wiscarri were still in short supply.

"Can we really support the arrival of reinforcements if this continues?" Imaz beside Justinian looked at his side several times his own, and the well-equipped enemy also wavered a little in his eyes. As a Turkic man, he respected the strong and was loyal to Justinian, but in the face of such a disadvantage, he had to hesitate because of fear.

Although Justinian claimed that Tripolis' reinforcements would come to support him, Imaz knew that Justinian was not sure, let alone whether the reinforcements who came from all the way would have the power to fight the enemy.

However, Justinian said lightly: "Just do what you are doing now. Imaz, you are what you want to accomplish now. I said... Those who shake the morale of the army are engaged in military law." His words were a little cold, which made Imaz, who was standing aside, look fearful, subconsciously took a step back.

This is the first time Justinian has shown the feeling that this gives people. He is like a tyrant, just by his every word and gesture, he can surrender all opponents.

Then, Justinian turned around, but in a completely different shape, pulled out his sword and raised it high into the Venetians who were gradually approaching the castle in the distance. Justinian looked at the army behind him with a high expression.

"I have said that this war is different from all wars that the Empire has faced in the past thousand years, and from the day our capital has fallen, everything has been completely different. I am not asking you to fight for me or the nobles, but now you are fighting for yourself! Instead of protecting the shitty nobles in the city. You are protecting the people you love in the city, this is your castle, and I am just an outsider, but I bet on my own life to fight side by side with you. If you still have someone you love--take out your lives to protect! May the Empire and her people immortal, long live--"

"Long live!"

Justinian is good at thinking about people's psychology. Anger and humiliation in war may inspire people's fighting spirit, but this is only temporary, but the fear of the destruction of treasures is eternal. Before Justinian's passionate pre-war speech, the soldiers on the city wall roared loudly as if they were injected with chicken blood, and on the city wall, the eagle flag was also floating in the north wind.

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At this moment, when the Venetians finally completed the array calmly, the ready-made general attack finally kicked off.

A deadly fight is inevitable.

Ranieri did not give a passionate speech, because nothing can be more convincing as a true victory.

"Everything is ready, Lord Dandoro." Maximilian said following him. It was the time for the attack that had been formulated before.

The silent man looked at the red eagle flag on the city wall for a long time, and after a long time he spoke: "Let's start!"

In fact, Ranieri himself actually regretted the alliance with Nicea. A castle that seemed to be easily broken has been delayed for so long and has suffered a lot of losses. But now, he is already in a difficult situation. He either returns to his mother country with shame and accepts punishment, or uses victory to wash away all this and triumph!

The horn of the attack was then blown, and the chance of thief in Venice took the lead in launching the attack in the morning light.

Due to the previous attack, all the boulders transported from the distant coast had been used up, and the Venetians could only replace them with lit asphalt shepherds, and the damage to the city wall would inevitably be greatly reduced. But even so, the Byzantines did not hide behind the city wall and endured this unscrupulous bombing.

Compared with the sophisticated and powerful catapult, Fort Wiscarry is equipped with an old-fashioned torsional crossbow that is simply pale in comparison.

But this is also the only precious weapon that the Byzantines can threaten the Venetians at a long distance.

When the enemy's catapult gave the Byzantines a precious opportunity, Justinian immediately ordered the soldiers next to the crossbow:

"Start, delay their attack!"

"yes!"

The Venetians who adjusted the range and angle of the crossbow were aimed at the attack, and then the fierce stone fell into the crowd and passed a bloody mark. However, this could not stop the Venetians from moving forward.

The vanguard of the Venetian army were three teams of heavy infantry composed of Venetian in the Dalmatian territory. Although these Dalmatians often did not obey the orders of their motherland and even launched rebellions, they actually came from various areas on the Adriatic coast, which was exactly what the Venetians lacked. Although their helmets were diverse, some were like Turks and Tatars in the West. They looked messy from afar, but they were elites under Ranieri Dandoro.

As the vanguard, they made Ranieri not worried that they would suddenly defeat this time. These Dalmatian heavy infantrymen held various weapons in their hands, including extremely long spears, which made the heavy cavalry's fearsome weapons suddenly made Justinian give up the adventure plan of the cavalry charge.

This situation is not conducive to the cavalry's sudden and rushing operations, but it is risking being divided and surrounded by the opponent.

In the sound of killing and smoke, the army was standing under the army's flag. He raised his arms and the loud trumpet sounded again. The soldiers of Venetian pushed heavy siege cars and siege towers and ladders to assault the walls of Fort Wiscarri.

They are accelerating, and as long as they enter the blind spot, the Greek crossbows on the top of the city will be no threat.

Justinian, who saw through this, looked at the archer behind him without any vagueness and ordered:

"Shoot the arrow!"

Although these archers composed of Balkan mountain people were simple in equipment, they were particularly good at archery. They naturally had to take good care of what they needed to hunt in the past. They were equipped with nomadic compound bows. Byzantine soldiers pulled their bows and arrows and shot waves of arrows that weakened morale and lives.

The rain of arrows was seen flying towards the heavy infantry in Venice. The exquisite chain armor and leather armor were useless to face such a fierce rain of arrows at this time, but the infantry teams rushing in the front were fearless. They were the elite among the elites. Although they were not Venetian militias, due to the Dalmatian harbor, even if the Magyar cavalry in Hungary was charged, they could not lose their disadvantages. The rain of arrows in the face of archers was common.

At this moment, the arrows shot by the enemy in the city could not deter them at all. On the contrary, they were still trekking forward bravely, carrying their shields to advance scatteredly. The power of the arrow rain was instantly weakened, making the Venetian striker easily advance towards the walls of Fort Wiscarri.

In just a few breaths, the Venetians successfully advanced to the city. The Byzantine soldiers who saw this scene were suddenly panicked, and some even retreated and shouted, watching the enemy's siege tower docked in front of them.

But when these frightened soldiers saw Justinian, who was commanding them, showed an extremely calm expression, they couldn't help but calm down, not as scared as before.

"Calm down, boys! Remember who are you fighting for!"

"For ourselves!"

The Byzantine soldiers roared in a low voice. It has been almost two hundred years since the Macedonian dynasty, and their military garrisons have been declining day by day. Now they are no different from serfs, and their land is unscrupulously occupied by the nobles. They have no right to choose, and even death is the same. Now they can finally fight for themselves.

Everyone from top to bottom made amazing roars and knocked on the shield in their hands with weapons. The next second, the Venetians finally couldn't wait to jump onto the city wall on the siege tower, and they were greeted by the brave resistance of the Byzantines.

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On the other side, the bay of Fort Wiscari was always calm. The one who was stationed here was a great nobleman of Molia. Although he was unwilling to do so, under the order of Grand Duke Anastasius, he had to act as the commander of the southern commander to prevent the Venetians from landing.

When the plan was first specified, the place was actually abandoned. Justinian only sent out a small number of troops to garrison. In order to delay the enemy's attack, he chose to place the wreckage of the warship that had sunk before Venice to the waterway to hinder the opponent's itinerary. It was obvious that he wanted to give up here and turn to street fighting, so it was easy to attack here.

But what made him strange and fortunate was that the Venetian fleet, which was anchored on the sea, had been holding its troops. Although the shouts of killing on the north wall were already earth-shaking, the opponent had no intention of attacking.

Hehe, I didn’t expect that my place would become the safest place, and that boy Justinian is today.

The nobleman couldn't help but think about it, and the more he thought about it, the more relieved he felt, but on the one hand, the nobleman was worried, fearing that the enemy would suddenly attack if he didn't pay attention.

What he didn't know was that the Venetian nobles on the ship had other plans.

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"Are you not attacking yet? Everyone? The time we agreed with Lord Dandoro has come!"

"Why be so anxious? Lord Reinhardt is just a castle. Since Ranieri is willing to go to great lengths, why don't we give him more time?"

"Yes, since it's a one-man show, why should we rush to make a comeback?"

"It took such a huge price to break the city, and he actually wanted to inherit his father's campaign for the consul, ridiculous!"

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Several Venetian nobles on the ship were talking coldly with laughter, obviously having accumulated a lot of dissatisfaction with Ranieri, and having many disdainful words in their words. In their opinion, the other party deliberately undermined them and refused to let them participate in command of this siege battle, which was a completely ugly move to seize the merits.

Therefore, they were already worried about their grudges and were certainly unwilling to work hard to cooperate with Ranieri Dandoro's offensive plan for others. On the contrary, they were ready to remain calm and chose to reduce unnecessary losses in their eyes. As for Ranieri's previous warning, they simply turned a deaf ear.

Ranieri once again misjudged his colleagues, and people often used the greatest malicious guesses about the conflicts of the past. If these people's secret constraints were made known to him, they might not be able to resist the most vicious curse.

As the saying goes, the king's soul is not necessarily more noble than the shoemaker, and the wars between countries are more like the neighbourhood.

The intrigues between the Venetian nobles were invisibly trying to win precious time for Justinian to defend the city.

However, the situation in Fort Wiscarri did not improve at this time. On the contrary, the situation worsened.

From outside the city, there were Venetian troops everywhere. Between the city walls, the soldiers hired by the Venetians and elite walking knights rushed out from everywhere like a craze, oppressing the defenders on the walls of Fort Wiscari. Almost all Byzantines gritted their teeth and carried shocking casualties to resist waves of attacks. The archers on the city head poked out from time to time to support the archers everywhere, but if they were not careful, they might be shot through the head by the crossbow under the city, or be killed by the Venetian knights who were squeezed over.

But even so, the soldiers of the militia spontaneously formed Fort Wiscarry still held weapons and refused to take a step back. As Justinian said, they were fighting for themselves. The poorly equipped militia formed a dense shield wall and stubbornly fought against the enemy that was constantly rushing, repelling their rounds of fierce attacks. But more and more people fell down, and the city was already covered with corpses. But the Venetians were indeed unmoved, as if even the tactics of oil had forced the Byzantines to destroy the weak flame of resistance.

Justinian was also fighting hard to fight the Venetians. He stared at fate, hoping to see even a trace of human beings. If there was no support, no one would be able to turn the situation around. The power gap was too great, but now the whole city really relied on the hope of nothingness woven by Justinian with lies to persevere until now.

However, just when Justinian himself was about to despair, suddenly a seriously injured soldier dragging his intestines shouted excitedly in an extremely weak voice:
Chapter completed!