"Chain the city gate!" Baron Pierre, who fled in a hurry, ordered desperately.

"But Lord Pierre, Lord Padro and others are still in the city!" The subordinates around him hesitated. If they did this, the other Pisa people in the city would be in danger.

However, at this time, Pierre no longer cared about it. "Do what if I say, what are you talking about? If you want to die inside, get out of here." The city is still a long way from Piraeus Port. Only by letting his subordinates put down the city gate and locking it can we gain a glimmer of life. His fleet is still anchored in the port. Even if the city of Athens is lost, as long as there is a fleet, Pierre will have the capital to make a comeback. Although Padro has been following him for many years, Pierre still gives up without hesitation at the moment of life and death.

The left and right looked at each other, and the huge Greeks behind him were approaching. After gritting their teeth, Pierre's guards closed the heavy city gate. Then Dazhui was nailed to the city gate and twisted it with iron cables. The other end was tied to a wooden stake and nailed it to the front of the city gate. Under the connection of the tight iron cables, the city gate was completely sealed. And the life path of the Pisa people who had not escaped from the city was also sealed.

Seeing this scene, Baron Pierre, who was completely at ease, took the rest of the people away without looking back, while Padro, who was still fighting to the death in the city, still did not know that he had become an abandoned son.

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"Sir Padro, look!"

While resisting the Greek attack, the Pizza soldiers screamed and pointed behind them - their only way to retreat, the gates to the south of Athens were now tightly closed.

"Mr. Pierre abandoned us."

"Damn it, bastard!"

The remaining Pizza soldiers cursed and fought and retreated. Although they were forced to go to a dead end and burst into an astonishing desire to survive, they were obviously not worth mentioning in front of the Roman army, which had both the number of people and the combat power. At this moment, every door was closed in the Athenian city, and the Pizza people had no last hiding place. They were in desperate situations and had completely turned into trapped beasts.

"Damn it!" The desperate Padro whistled to the sky.

At this time, Justinian led the Morian cavalry to arrive, looking at the Pisa people who were surrounded. "It seems that they have become tools to be used until death and abandoned at will." Then he looked deeply at the captain of the Corfu company beside him. He and his subordinates searched the whole city just now but still did not find any trace of Romanus Ducas. What is the trick in this is obvious.

At this time, only the roar of wood being hit was heard, and the Pisa people were undoubtedly trying to break open the city gate. However, the huge hinges creaked, the city gate remained motionless. It seemed that Pierre was completely disregarding the lives and deaths of his subordinates in order to seal the city gate.

"What do you think you should do next?" Justinian looked directly at the captain of the Corfu company beside him.

"Of course, this is to obey your orders." The company captain said with his head down. He knew that he had no right to make decisions at this time.

"So good!" Justinian nodded, and then sent his own people to order the soldiers of the Corfu Company to pause the attack.

On the other side, the Pisa people had almost half of their casualties. The only thing that supported them to not be dissipated was their desire to survive. They were all angry, but they were still holding their weapons tightly.

Just as they were wondering why the Greeks did not continue to attack, a voice came from behind the army. "Put down your weapons, Italians. In front of you is the heir of the Lord Moria, the great governor of Justinian, the great governor of Peloponnese. Unconditional surrender, this is the last way for Nel to live, otherwise, all jade and stone will be burned!"

With the ultimatum of sound like a loud sound, the remaining soldiers of Pisa were trembling, looking at me, I looked at you, I didn’t know what to do.

Padro's face was red, but his eyes were pale. He knew that there was no turning point now. Even if Baron Pierre arrived at the port safely, he would not come back to save him. He saw the man slowly raised his sword and pointed at the Moria cavalry who came to negotiate in a turbid manner.

"Fuck you, Greek dog!"

After receiving such a reply, the Molia cavalry who came to send the message did not react at all and turned their horses back into the formation coldly. In this way, Padro made such a statement, which completely cut off the hope of negotiations between the two sides.

Padro looked at his soldiers around him with contempt, "What are you still thinking about now," he said, "I have witnessed what happened twenty-five years ago. What have the cunning and untrustworthy Greeks done? Massacre unarmed people, seize their property, and sell the survivors to the Turks as slaves. If you want to survive like that, throw away the weapons and the words under your crotch, or fight with me until the last moment!"

This greatly humiliated the remaining Pizza people. A soldier dropped his helmet and threw himself heavily on the ground, and the two sailors followed without saying a word, and more and more moved closer to Padro. The Pizza soldiers who were originally scattered by panic gathered again and followed Padro in a formation. He trapped them with words. "I fight side by side with you. If I don't put down my weapons, you will have to fight to the end, otherwise you will be a coward and deserve to be a slave!"

"We are not fighting for Lord Pierre now," Padro told his soldiers, "and you are not fighting for me, and I will not shout any slogans. I just want to let you understand that you are fighting for yourself now. Come with me and kill those Greek dogs and bastards!!" Raising his long sword, Padro rushed towards the Roman army assault port. Even though he knew that such a choice was still annihilated in the end, it seemed better than the fish on the opposite chopping board.

The courage of the Pisa man inspired the others, and with a glimmer of hope, the other soldiers followed Padro into the encirclement of the Greek army.

But at this moment, a broken cart was slowly pushed out from the Greek array, and a clumsy thing with a strange appearance was placed on the cart. It looked like a black, thick and long pillar! But there was a hollow in the middle. I saw the hole of the black bead aiming at him. For some reason, Padro suddenly felt creepy at this moment-

"Let's go--!" With a roar, before the words were finished, the dull explosion swept across the city gate, and the ground vibrated slightly.

Hey?!

Looking at the dizzying vision, Padro only remembered that moment he saw the deep hole passing through the light of the fire-like meteor, and the next moment, he watched his head leave his broken body and was thrown into the air by the stirring airflow. Below the head was a magnificent picture of hell, with bloody tracks passing gracefully in the crowd, leaving only the footprints that the god of death could compare with.

A shell perfectly pierced through the Pizza army. The leather cannon, which was originally very accurate, exerted its maximum lethality among the Pizza people in dense arrays. The unstable trajectory of the shells exploded, and the city gate behind the Pizza people were smashed to pieces...

Looking at the smoke-filled cannon, the leather on it was torn apart due to the intense recoil, Justinian said lightly: "It seems to be completely broken."

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Chapter completed!