"What's going on? What happened?" The private pirate leader in Venice, the nominal lord of Corfu, Beirut Tucarian, had never expected a sudden attack. At this time, the troops were at the city, and the man realized that the disaster was coming.

"Sir... the Genoese have surrounded us." The subordinates who lowered their heads looked at the angry governor in front of them and had to answer tremblingly. They did not expect that Genoa would launch revenge so quickly, and they were not afraid of Venice's powerful edge at all. When they attacked with such a thunderous momentum, they thought that the enemy was obviously determined to win this time. For a moment, everyone in the city had already been in danger. After all, their old opponent, the Genoese, had always used all means, even if they were Venetians.

"Why are there no signs in advance? What did the secret sentry and the shore defense army do? It actually made the enemy touch the nose!" Tucarian asked almost roaring. It could be said that he was not prepared for Genoa's attack, so that no matter whether it is the fleet anchored in the harbor or the complex geographical environment on the island, it is useless.

"We don't know why, it's like seeing a ghost. The Genoese seem to know where we set up secret whistles."

Hearing his subordinates' answer, Beirut Tucarian punched the table and cursed: "May God nail them to the cross, there must be spies, otherwise it would be impossible for Lord Wenier to leave, and these guys came to attack the back foot... Damn, the Genoese have been operating on this island for so many years, and they must have been left with their backs."

There are spies? If it is really as their governor said, then the Genoese are already very familiar with the reality of the island at this time.

The Venetians, looking at each other, felt their scalp numb. Looking at Beirut with a gloomy face in front of them, he said helplessly: "Sir, what should we do now?" This time, the Genoese mobilized a large number of troops, and the troops they left behind on the island were really limited. Now that even the reality and reality have been exposed, their situation is very dangerous!

Beirut, who looked sinister, shook his head and said with no confidence: "Look at the moment, the defense of our main city is quite solid. The Genoese cannot take it down for a while, whether they attack directly or divide their troops to siege the flank forts on both sides. As long as we hold on for a long time, things may turn around." Now he can only hope for luck. The Genoese will definitely not have large-scale siege equipment from afar, and the battle will inevitably be a shortcoming for them. As long as they persist for a while, they may be able to wait until reinforcements arrive. If they don't fight, they will choose to surrender like this.

Beirut, determined, chose to take a gamble. He finally got the miser stationed in Corfu, and he couldn't accept it and lost it so easily.

In fact, the Venetian man's idea was nothing wrong. The fortress on Corfu was indeed solid. It was not impossible to hold on for a while until reinforcements rescued. Unfortunately, he picked the wrong opponent. He thought he was dealing with the Genoese who were shorter than siege. However, when the Venetian defenders saw the Roman army climbed to the wall with revengeful eyes, everything was completely different.

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"Woooooooooooo~~~." The horn of war, which was completely different from the Genoese, sounded at this time, wearing the roughness of the Eastern style, which was chilling. The Venetian soldiers who were used to dealing with the Byzantines were very familiar with the sound of the horn. They looked at the city in horror, not understanding why the Greeks intervened in during their war with Genoa.

The soldiers under Justinian had already gathered up and were ready to attack with just one order.

"Is it really good to directly attack the main city?" Bantic couldn't help but feel a little worried when he saw Justinian doing this. After all, anyone could see the strength of the fortress in front of him. Direct attack would inevitably lead to heavy casualties.

But Justinian had a different view on this, shook his head and replied, "No, time is more important to us now. The Venetians in the city know more about this than us. There will inevitably be exchanges in places close to each other in Venice, and if they delay, they will inevitably be discovered. Now the defenders of Corfu want to defend until the reinforcements arrive. If they do not decisively cut off the mess, they will only hit their minds. As long as the other reinforcements conquer the main city before the reaction of the other reinforcements, the other two castles will naturally be decided."

After saying that, riding a horse out of the battle, Justinian pulled out the long sword at his waist and issued an order to attack the soldiers who were eager to try, and gave them a vow that made countless Romans excited.

"Go forward, my comrades, Rome is a land of division today. We are bloody fighting with the invaders, which makes the people suffer. But under God and the imperial righteousness, our people are still on our side, fighting tenaciously for the regaining freedom. The war of restoration continued every day from the day when Constantinople fell. Years of suspicion and internal struggle have exhausted us physically and mentally, which has led to misfortune. There is no strong hand to fight against Venice across Epirus and Cilicia. In such a dark and desperate era, the people of Rome hope that someone can listen to the voices of the people, lead them out of the predicament, and let Rome return to freedom and unify again! It is time to stand up. My comrades, don't be afraid of sacrifice, use your sword to prove that you are that person, the one who makes the people calm in their hardships and willing to fight tenaciously with you!

Only by regaining all the lost lands can the Roman side become that great country. The people have never needed not only a great leader but also a brave defender after another! For the sake of the empire and the people of the empire, lend me and me the power, my comrades!"

"For the Empire, attack~!"

The soldiers' fighting spirit was like gunpowder being ignited, and a tsunami of mountains and rivers were lit. Even the Epirus army, under Justinian's command for the first time, was infected by the young commander, and tears filled his eyes with excitement.

No one has ever said such things to them, and this is exactly what these soldiers want to say but have never been able to express. The man in front of him was like a ball of flames in the empire, which made everyone who saw him feel hope. With an almost fearless attitude and a magnificent momentum, the Romans, as the vanguard, fought against the Venetian castle, which was the forefront, started at this moment.

"Cruff." The collision car provided by the Genoese was pushed forward by the Roman army, staring at the rain of arrows from the Venetian archers on the top of the city, and the soldiers struggled to push the collision car forward.

The Venetian castle gate deliberately repaired a small slope with earth and stone. It doesn't matter normally, but if you want to push the extremely heavy collision car to get close to the city gate, the short distance is extremely long at this moment, greatly consuming the physical strength of the attacking Byzantine soldiers. In addition, the fierce shooting of the Venetian crossbow archers on the castle caused considerable trouble to the attacking Roman army in a short while.

However, because of the tower built by Bruce and the restraint of the crossbow, the archers on the city wall basically did not work. Soon the wooden ladders crossed the hillside and came to the bottom of the city wall, and the wooden ladder was placed on the city wall.

"Run~~." However, this did not hinder the fierce attack of the Roman army. After hearing what Justinian said to them, the attacking soldiers fought to the death, scrambling to the fore. They knew who could first climb to the wall and seize the castle, and their achievements and glory would be indelible. At the same time, this was also their first attack on the arrogant and domineering Venetians in their lives. As Justinian said to them, they no longer fought for the nobles and generals, but for themselves, surrounding their own land... With great courage, more and more people came, and the Genoese army, which had the majority of the coordinated attacks, had no sense of existence.

"Are these guys devils?" Beirut murmured to himself as he looked at the scene below the city.

But the subordinates beside them smiled bitterly: "They are just a group of Christians in the Orthodox Church who are desperate, and we have cowardly Greeks in our eyes. However, this time they led them was a lion."

"Is the lion..." Beirut murmured to himself. In the Italian context, especially in Venice, the lion represents strength and courage, and is a symbol of the powerful. As the proverb says, a one-day dominance like a lion is better than a one-year life like a sheep.

He did not think that the Genoese were commanding this Greek army, and the commander on the opposite side was indeed worthy of such a description.

Beirut's intuition is right. The enemy he faces is not just a cunning fox, who can discover traps in time. He is also a lion, who can defeat wolves.

"Hurry, push the wooden ladder down." Seeing that the desperate Greeks raised the ladder up, the governor of Beirut finally couldn't sit still and put himself on the battlefield. He ordered the spearmen to drag the wooden ladder down, but the arrows from the Turks from the downstairs suppressed them and could hardly raise their heads. At the same time, the siege equipment used by the Genoese also projected the burning asphalt barrels into the castle in Venice, turning all the places they passed into a sea of ​​fire.

Finally, the coalition forces successfully resisted the Venetians' blockade.

When the crash car came to the city gate, the Venetians in the city finally knew that the situation was hopeless. They looked pale as the crash car hit the gate. The sound of the crash car hitting the door seemed to be hitting their hearts. Even if they threw it down and rolled the wood and fell rocks, and how they could block the Greek soldiers who had climbed the city at the top of the city, the countdown had already entered the countdown.

The city was in danger, and the battles on the city wall were in full swing. Epirus and Molia's soldiers kept climbing up the wooden ladder, jumped up the high city wall, and faced the Venetian axes and swords on the city wall. After the close contact, the blood flowed into a river, and steaming blood spurted out from the wound, and countless corpses overlapped and couldn't tell each other. For a moment, the two sides could not argue. Faced with the critical moment of survival, the Venetians also had the will of death, which led to the Roman army being unable to attack.

"Crack~~." But with a loud bang, the gate of the main city of Corfu Fortress was knocked open, and the balance of power on the battlefield was completely broken. The Turkic cavalry who had been waiting at the gate of the city took the lead in rushing in, and the Venetian defenders who were just leaning together were defeated by this terrifying attack.

Almost in an instant - the city gate was lost.

"Retreat to the city for the time being!" Without hesitation, Beirut issued an order. Instead of foolishly asking his subordinates to stay here and be attacked by inside and outside, he decisively chose to give up. Although he knew that his previous plan had completely failed, he was not ready to admit defeat like this. Even if he broke a tooth on the other party, he would make him lose more decently.

On the other side, Justinian looked at the castle gate that was knocked open, and at this moment, he let out a sigh of relief. Then, fully armed, he clamped the horse's belly and held the reins tightly and drove away. Seeing this, the Turkic guards followed Justinian closely. The enemy had given up the city wall. There was no need to worry about the threat of falling from the cold arrows, but he still had to be careful.

"You have lost. When will you wait until you don't put down your weapons?" Justinian shouted loudly as he looked at the Venetians who retreated from all over the castle to the inside of the square, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

They looked at the young Greek commander, the occupied city walls, and the figures of Justinian soldiers everywhere.

Is this person? At this moment, Beirut also stared at the young face in his eyes, as if he wanted to engrave it in his heart. Seeing the powerful Turks followed closely behind, no one had the idea of ​​acting rashly, Beirut was the same, but he was curious about who the other party was, and he had no impression of him at all. But one thing is certain that having such existence among the Greeks is definitely a major concern of the Republic.

But at present, surviving is the most important thing.

At this time, Justinian's voice sounded again, and he was powerful without anger.

"You can choose to continue to resist, but first of all, remember that you are not facing the polite Italians but the cunning and fierce Greeks in your mouth. We will not keep our promises and treat prisoners of war like the Genoese. If you really give us huge casualties, you will never get the pleasure of revenge in your heart but despair. Think about how atrocities the soldiers who lost their comrades will commit to your wives and children. Putting down your weapons and surrender is your only way out, and I can still control the beast in their hearts."

The seemingly polite young man finished speaking, and the Roman army followed Justinian's order and temporarily retreated without attacking to give the Venetians time to consider, and the Venetians fell into silence. Those words seemed to be calm but the meaning inside was more intimidating than all the threats of storms. Even some nobles retreated, including the Governor of Beirut, who had wanted to trap beasts before.

"It seems that we can only surrender with decent conscience." Beirut said helplessly, his voice was low, but no one would blame him.

Both the nobles and ordinary soldiers were already in a mess. At the end of their strength, no one had the power to fight, especially when they saw extremely powerful Turkic cavalry appearing on the battlefield. It was extremely shameful to defeat or surrender. Compared to taking advantage of the fact that things have not yet gotten out of control, Beirut knew that being decent is good for everyone.

I saw Beirut Tukalian standing out of the crowd, throwing the sword in his hand to the ground, slowly walking to Justinian, spreading his arms and saying calmly:
Chapter completed!