"Saint George!" Looking at the fire rising from the sky shining on the night sky, the Genoese who left on the boat looked at each other and exclaimed a shocked and excited scream after a while. Such a huge momentum was completely beyond their expectations. It turned out that what Miss Antonia said was true, and the warships lying in the harbor now probably did not even leave a complete sampan!

This huge power is completely beyond the Greek fire. Although it requires a huge amount, it has a wider range of impact. It can be imagined that as long as it is used properly, it will definitely be a more terrifying weapon that can replace Greek fire, and it has fewer limitations. The more you think about it, the more shocked you feel. Looking at the city of Thessalonica, which is already in the sky, what he admires is even more that the guy who made this thing. As this weapon is put on a large scale into the battlefield in the future, the war in the whole world will usher in a new change.

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At the same time, the Latin people who were awakened from their dreams by violent explosions in Thessalonika City also noticed the scene of fires rising to the sky near the bay. Although it was unknown, it was obvious that something was going on.

Marquis Dennister, who was stationed in the north of the city, had just received the news and realized that something must have happened to the warships anchored on the sea. Without saying a word, he led his cavalry troops to the south of the city. However, he was still completely shocked by the scene in front of him. Even though he had already been mentally prepared, he still did not expect that the dozen warships originally docked on the sea had been completely swallowed by the fire waves, and even a board was not left. The sea was full of broken ship fragments, which did not look like the scene after being swallowed by flames. Looking at the messy scene, Marquis Dennister was shocked and angry. He grabbed an Italian foreign soldier who was so scared that he collapsed on the ground and asked angrily:

"Tell me, what happened here just now?"

The nearly roaring man had never shown such a fierce look, which made the followers beside him feel frightened. Lord Dennist, who has always been easy-going, seemed to be really angry.

But the soldier who was frightened was still as if he had not recovered from his senses in his dream. He just muttered himself to the point of not understanding. He went back and forth intermittently and just said "explosion", "heaven punishment", "doomsday". But this actually cast a shadow in Marquis Dennister's heart. In desperation, he had to let go of his hand and ordered his subordinates to quickly arrange to treat the victims affected by the explosion around him. Looking at the dark sea surface and the wreckage of warships still emitting flames, his expression was indescribable heaviness.

"Damn it, damn it!"

The men who stood back from his surroundings cursed furiously, and stomped on the broken boat boards that were beaten back to the shore by the waves. Although there was no evidence, Denister was sure that this was definitely a good thing for the Greeks. The only thing he didn't know was just the other party's method, but this was no longer important. Because the enemy's goal at this time had been achieved, the entire Thessalonika was now completely lost the retreat. When the whole city knew about it tomorrow, Denister couldn't even imagine what kind of uproar this matter would cause. It goes without saying how big the blow to morale was. He finally understood why the Greek Bulgarian coalition outside the city had not launched an attack before. It was simply because the little fox of Molia did to paralyze himself!

Too careless! Beware of the night attack that might come back, but did not expect that the other party's goal was to cut off the only connection between Thessalonika and the outside world.

He is truly a cunning and ferocious fox. Even as an enemy, Marquis Dennister still has to admire his opponent's methods, but unfortunately he is undoubtedly a nightmare with such a person.

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At that time, Justinian outside Thessalonika also saw the firelight in the distance in the darkness from afar. Although the distance was far away, he was sure to succeed. The violent explosion just now could be heard from here, and his goal was finally achieved. There was no last retreat. The Latin army in Thessalonika became a trapped beast, and even if the beast that was forced to a dead end showed fierceness, its sharpness had been shrunk and its flaws would be exposed. Justinian believed that even if the commanders in the city had realized this, they would not be able to stop all this.

Justinian, who had almost held the victory, had a long-lost smile on his face, but a strange voice suddenly rang behind him.

"Mr. Justinian, I finally found you."

Justinian, slightly stunned, subconsciously turned around and saw a Bulgarian appearing behind him at this time.

"Is there anything you want to ask me for so late?"

With a slightly frowning, he looked at the person in front of him with a panting look as if he was rushing to come to him, and he was very puzzled about what happened.

The Bulgar man, who was not angry, then he recovered and said quickly: "It was His Majesty the Tsar who asked me to come to you. He had something to discuss with you. Please go quickly."

"Your Majesty Karoyan wants to see me?" Justinian asked in surprise. He had already met him in the evening, so why did he meet him again at this time? But in the end he did not go to ask too much. Perhaps the Tsar already knew that the south of the city had succeeded, and was asking him to discuss the continued attack on Thessalonika tomorrow. He did not doubt that he was there, so he followed the Bulgarian in front of him to the Tsar's den.

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At this time, more and more people had heard the movements coming from the city of Thessalonika just now, and the fires soaring into the sky made many people walk out of the camp to see what was going on. On the contrary, Justinian went to the Tsar's den with the Bulgarian servant who led the way, but he did not see any other people. When he arrived at the destination, he saw that there was not even a guard outside the den. This made Justinian's face change slightly, but soon returned to normal.

"It seems that even the guards were alarmed by the movement just now, and they all seemed to be joining in the fun." Justinian glanced around quietly, and quipped at the eunuch beside him.

Looking at this scene, the Bulgarian eunuch's face remained unchanged and explained: "How is that possible? No one dares to leave his post without the order of the Tsar. Maybe his Majesty took them out just now and would come back in a short time. Why don't you go in and wait first, Lord Justinian."

The eunuch suggested this, but his tone seemed to have changed at this time, not like a negotiated tone at all.

"Since that's the case, I'll go in and wait for a while." After a deep look at the other party, Justinian didn't say anything more. His face still seemed to be a blank expression, but if he looked closely, he would find a subtle light flashing. He saw him lifting the curtain and walking in. As soon as he stepped into the dark tent, what was hit was the smell of blood that he had already been familiar with on the battlefield.

The next second, a scream cut through the night sky.
Chapter completed!