With the defeat of the Roman wings, the balance of the battle seemed to have completely tilted towards the Latins. Thessalonika Kingdom, including the Marquis of Denniste, who had always been cautious, thought they were sure to win this war with the Greeks. Therefore, the Latin army, which was attacking heavily, had no worries at this moment and had all out, attacking the only central army that the Greek army had not yet been defeated.

In order to expand the results of the war, Bonifas even sent the cavalry to chase the dispersed Greeks, while he led the main infantry to encircle the Byzantine army. However, they had already broken through the two layers of defense in one fell swoop and suffered huge casualties, but when they encountered the last barrier formed by the shield wall formed by the new Moria army, they could not do anything. The Moria soldiers selected by Justinian himself blocked the charges of the Latin army, and there were many casualties but they remained unmoved.

Thessalonika army, which could not be captured for a long time, couldn't help but get anxious. The fruits of victory were clearly at their fingertips, but they just couldn't reach them. The originally boiling blood in the soldiers gradually became cold due to the delay of the war. Bonifas, who was commanding the battle, also recalled a little something wrong. The victory or defeat of the SLR battlefield was decided in an instant. The military situation should collapse as soon as it collapsed. Even if someone could fight to the death, it should be a minority. Justinian's entire central army still did not show any signs of collapse when facing the encirclement, which made Bonifas realize that something was wrong.

However, he couldn't think about what was wrong for a moment. Just when facing this deadlock, the voice of "Woo... Woo... Woo..." sounded in Bonifas's ears, which made the man feel horrified and looked at the place where the sound came from with an incredible look of horror.

This is impossible!

Bonifas murmured to himself, but the horn that could not stop the passionate and loud charge rose into the sky.

Not far away, the timid horn sound came - and this was a familiar voice for every Latin, which was the prelude to the Bulgarian attack. When Thessalonika was attacked suddenly, the harbinger of the storm-like attack was the horn sound.

The Latin soldiers who were already fighting with the Roman army suddenly froze, and the fear in their hearts almost appeared at the same time as the sound of the trumpet, and at this time, the roar of iron hooves trampling in their ears was already heard.

That was definitely the sound of the Bulgarian cavalry starting to charge - starting to run, accelerate, and then accelerate.

At this moment, the whole earth seemed to start to shake, and people finally saw a cavalry armed to the teeth, rushing towards the unprepared Latin army with an overwhelming and unstoppable momentum.

And they were the Duke's personal guards under Boriel Assen. From the beginning, Justinian inserted it into a hidden place to ambush, but he was reluctant to throw them into the battlefield, just to wait for this moment.

Bonifas's face changed drastically.

A chill flashed across the body of Marquis Denniste, just like the cold wind burrowing into his bones, and it cooled down directly into his heart. Sure enough, what he was most worried about at the beginning finally happened. The so-called defeat was simply the trap Justinian set up for them. Because of his desire to win, Bonifas had sent most of the knights and nobles to pursue, which meant that they had no enough cavalry to cover them now.

“Retreat, retreat!”

They didn't care about many things and decided that the defeat was decided. Some nobles were already shouting to retreat at the top of their voices, but the soldiers of Thessalonika were already dissatisfied. Facing the attacks from the front and back, they could no longer hear any other orders and commands in their ears except for the roar of the cavalry running.

The only thing you can feel in your heart is fear, fear with a strong breath of death.

"kill--"

The roar of the Bulgarians rang out!

I saw murderous faces and wild and fierce war horses that were the last memory of many Latin soldiers in their lives. It was like a sharp knife stabbed into the Latin military formation. The roar of the rider, the gasp of the war horses, and the screams of death were intertwined and walked towards a tragic memorial song, further destroying the psychological defense of the Latin people.

Finally, their stance began to loosen, and they watched the others who had died in battle began to panic, began to retreat, and gradually became out of control.

The King of Bonifas and Marquis Denniste, who saw the crisis, tried their best to stop it, but to no avail.

The morale of the army has become in chaos and cannot be saved by one's own efforts.

"Press up, the forwards will push up..."

"Protect the crossbow archers, keep shooting..., shoot the enemy's cavalry..."

“Let it…”

The heart-wrenching roar seemed extremely shrill in the chaotic battlefield. The crossbowman who could barely mobilize was about to pull the noose, but the Bulgarian, who was good at riding and shooting, whirling out the long arrows, tearing the armor and penetrated the flesh and blood, making everyone frightened.

In an instant, another wave of long arrows shot in the sky, causing heavy casualties to the Latin army. Now the crossbow archers completely lost their fighting spirit and flew away in a hurry and wanted to save their lives.

"Retreat, retreat... retreat..." Bonifas, whose lips were trembling, was no longer as proud as before. He was like an old man lying on the horse's back and gave orders powerlessly. At this point, they had been defeated. If they continued to stay, they might be wiped out. He regretted not following his nephew's advice, but Bonifas realized that he had been separated from Dennister on the chaotic battlefield, and the only guards around him were also caught one after another.

The former crusad leader experienced the first time what despair was. He wanted to rely on his cavalry to eliminate the Greeks, but now his role has changed. Instead, the Byzantine cavalry soldiers swept away thousands of Latin soldiers as quickly as the autumn wind swept away fallen leaves. It was ironic when he thought about it. But helpless, he watched his subordinates be destroyed by the Bulgarian cavalry, and then were flooded and swallowed by the Greek army that was slaughtered. Nothing was left except for a scream before his death.

The angry man finally couldn't help it at this moment. The legendary crusader commander was unwilling to fail like this. He let out his last roar in anger, and rushed to the oncoming iron cavalry and the rolling Roman soldiers alone, hoping to get a decent curtain call...

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Chapter completed!