At this time, Bonifas' expression gradually became gloomy. He thought that he could rely on his elite Italian crossbow archers to crush the morale of the Greek army. But looking at the invincible Greeks, he finally realized that the enemy he was facing was no longer the Byzantine soldiers who had been deflated at the time, but a real elite army.

Not daring to be careless at all, Bonifas mobilized heavy troops to suppress the charge of the Greek army, and on the other hand, he arranged scattered soldiers to surround the two wings to prepare for fire support with arrow rain and javelins. This move immediately attracted the attention of the Roman army. The soldiers holding shields on both sides immediately formed a shield wall to defend, but no further casualties were caused.

Bonifas has experienced a long battle and understands that whether a war can win is not bravery but the momentum of the entire army. So no matter what, he is not stingy with the elites entering this bloody battle. As long as he defeats the seemingly unstoppable momentum of the Greeks, all the battle situation will suddenly become clear.

"Should not have any one of the vanguards retreat. As long as the Greeks in front were defeated, the others would not be worried." Amid the roar of Bonifas, the heavy infantry also formed a shield wall, holding a hook and a spear in his hands, facing the Roman army attacking them.

The soldiers on both sides of the attack had already held their breath and were ready to go. The military formations of the two were approaching quickly, but as the two steel torrents were about to collide, the distance between them seemed to be insurmountable in their hearts.

But in the end, the collision between fire and sword was inevitable. The elite Northern Italian mercenaries under Bonifas and the new army of Molia, the trumpet in Justinian, finally fought together. The cheers of flags and shouts that were still shocking at the beginning were soon swallowed up by the sound of swords and the howling of casualties. The two brave enough troops fell into a stalemate at the moment of contact. The Byzantine army's zither shield and the shield wall formed by the long shield of the Italians were squeezed together, while the soldiers behind waved long weapons, stabbed or chopped to kill the enemy on the other side. This way of fighting to advance required absolute trust and cooperation between partners.

Bonifas saw this just now and looked at his rival, Moria's little fox.

It is obvious that this new Moria army is indeed inconsistent with the brave mercenaries under his command, and it is even better than that. According to what he learned, these troops were in Justinian's hands for less than half a year, and most of them were composed of scattered soldiers and raids who were defeated by the Achaia vassal state. It is difficult to reshape the soul of an army. Bonifas, who crawled out of the pile of dead people, knew it better than just pulling up a team. Thinking of this, Bonifas finally realized that the Byzantine army that had been reluctant to retreat was not stupid, but indeed had such confidence.

"Very good, it's really good. No wonder they Gotfry and the others were defeated by this kid, and it's not unfair at all. But... if you only have these methods, you can't have any chance of winning." Even though the forward of the Latin army was a little overwhelmed at this moment, Bonifas was still calm. This situation was as expected by him, and when he looked up at the sky, the time should have been almost done. Thinking of this, looking at the Greeks who seemed to be still unprepared, Bonifas showed a smile as the winner in advance.

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"Sir Justinian, look!"

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the northwest direction of the battlefield, and the whole earth seemed to be trembling, approaching here with a destructive aura. Looking at the figure of the iron cavalry that appeared in the rolling smoke and dust, the ordinary Byzantine soldiers felt a cold feeling in their hearts. They were already familiar with the Latin cavalry charge - that was something that even the Babylonian walls could not bear, let alone their flesh and blood bodies?

Just as the riots broke out in the army, a roar suppressed the chaotic morale again.

"Those who dare to escape at the battle will be killed without mercy!"

Justinian's ruthless voice echoed in everyone's ears, and the crossbowmen who were supervising the battle beside him made any timid soldier have to choose to fight to the death. Whether it was Moriah's new army, other Byzantine nobles' armed forces, even the personal guards of Prince Theodor, they were treated equally. Without a way to retreat, they were equivalent to fighting on the back, even if they took a step back, they were the abyss of death.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and the two viscounts of Thessalonika Kingdom, Rosquet and Mars, and the knights they led. They worked tirelessly and finally completed a long-distance detour, like a sharp knife rushing towards Justinian's central army - this was Bonifas's real intention, which was to destroy the command center of the Greek army. On the battlefield, they always moved their whole body. Once the central army was destroyed, the morale of Byzantine soldiers would inevitably collapse.

Just when many people were panicked, Justinian, who was in charge, was still as calm as before. He even smiled knowingly when he saw the Latin cavalry attacking the flanks.

Sure enough, the tactics of these Latin people were still so old-fashioned that they did not surprise him at all.

Justinian, calmly, finally ordered the flag-holder beside him to wave the battle flag as a signal on the battlefield. At this time, a Roman cavalry who had been waiting for a long time immediately came out and rushed straight to the Latin knights who were attacking from the front.

"What?!" Seeing this scene, Latin Viscount subconsciously exclaimed, did not expect that the Greeks were prepared. They were caught off guard and directly welcomed the sharp spear and armor-breaking maces in the hands of the heavy cavalry led by the commander of the Grand Duke of Anastasius, Saleus, and the armor-breaking maces. Among these elites, the elite inherited the essence of Emperor Manuel's military reform. Just as the confrontation was the Roman cavalry in heavy armor tore up the formation of the Latin knights with a terrifying charge, and instantly caused dozens of Latin knights to suffer casualties.
Chapter completed!