"Just him!" Giovanni pointed at Igor in the crowd and chose him to go back with him.

Seeing this scene, the Russian sailors couldn't help but feel a little bit in their hearts - Could it be that the Venetians noticed something? Yaroslav was also stunned for a while, and quickly reacted and wanted to stop the other party. But before he could speak, Igor

Walked out from the crowd.

"Boss, since Lord Giovanni said so, this matter will be taken care of by me." The young man walked up to the people and winked at his subordinates, telling them not to act rashly. At this time, he must not let anything happen.

The Venetians became suspicious.

Yaroslav immediately understood and changed his words: "Well, you go with Mr. Giovanni, but remember to calculate the accounts clearly. Otherwise, I will not let you go."

"Don't worry, I guarantee you won't miss a single copper plate." Igor promised in cooperation with Yaroslav and the others.

Giovanni saw all this. The Russians in front of him all behaved normally and there was nothing wrong with them. They were just a group of barbarians with heads full of gold coins. Ranieri Dandolo was really making a fuss.

After the arrangements were made, the Venetian nobles ordered people to prepare the ship and left the Russian schooner with the young man named Igor beside him.

…

Under the city of Thessalonica, the fierce battle between Moria, Epirus and Bulgaria is still continuing. Although Epirus and Bulgaria have launched multiple rounds of offensives respectively, Justinian's military position is facing impact.

They still maintained a strict defense, and the position under their feet remained motionless until now.

Mikhail Dukas bet on his trump card - the Serbian Legion, but it only helped his heavy cavalry to successfully escape from the quagmire of the abandoned countryside. Moria's seemingly weak left wing was still unable to shake even half a point. Once

The Albanians, who were expelled by Mikhail with disdain, inflicted heavy losses on the Epirus army. The tomahawks in the hands of the mountain people cooperated with the Latin infantry gun formations around them to drive the enemy out of the position step by step.

Seeing that the front could not be broken through and the flanks could not complete the detour, Emperor Mikhail, who originally thought he was sure of victory, was a little uneasy at this time. On the one hand, he urged his generals to lead the troops to step up the attack, and on the other hand, he placed his hope on

The Bulgarians provided more assistance. The envoys sent by Mikhail have gone there several times, but Tsar Boril has refused the request for additional troops, and even the cavalry that originally cooperated with the battle have been transferred back.

This made the Emperor of Epirus even more anxious.

At this time, he could only stare at the black fox battle flag that always stood in the center of Moria's army, trying to calm down. No matter what, the advantage was still on his side, and Miha gradually calmed down.

Il realized that Justinian's side would not be having a good time at this time. The worst case scenario was that he would continue to waste his energy like this. When the other party could no longer sustain it, the outcome of the battle would be announced.

And how could Justinian not know this truth? Although the morale of his army is still high, the casualties are accumulating every minute. He still understands the truth that hardness is easy to break, and it is tightened into a string.

Moria's new army cannot fight a protracted war. So just now he ordered Sarius to lead the revived heavy cavalry to charge into the Bulgarians, attracting the opponent's cavalry in time to relieve the pressure on the Albanian mountain people.

After all, this is not a long-term solution.

Looking up at the sun above our heads, it was already past noon. According to the time agreed with Igor, the reinforcements they brought from the east should have arrived long ago, but until now Justinian still has not seen any sign of them.

If this continued, the war situation was likely to get out of control, and Justinian, who had made up his mind, finally decided not to count on forces outside the battlefield.

"Let Phocas' reserve team attack!" shouted the order, and Justinian also chose to throw out his last chip on the gambling table on the battlefield. This was a dangerous gamble, and in order to win, he could not be tolerated again.

There was a little hesitation.

…

The Bulgarians and Moria's new army were fighting fiercely. Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet seemed to be shaking. The ignorant soldiers paused subconsciously for a brief moment, confused by the sudden formation. But they soon realized something.

The Bulgarian hussars on horseback were the first to notice the danger - an infantry phalanx of more than 2,000 people was approaching them. From a distance, the armor was bright and looked like ice and snow in the sunlight. It was obvious that this was a group of soldiers.

A new force that had never been in battle. On the Bulgarian side, both the infantry and cavalry were exhausted.

"Retreat, retreat!" The Bulgarian general immediately issued an order for the infantry to retreat after noticing the enemy's situation. At the same time, he ordered the Tsar's cavalry to be responsible for breaking up the rear. The Bulgarian heavy cavalry in horse and man uniforms quickly returned to the formation and changed horses and then rejoined the battlefield, galloping like flying.

, after receiving the order, they formed a horizontal line to face the Moria spearmen.

Although they were a little wary at first, the Bulgarians' faces were filled with disdain when they saw clearly. The reinforcements of the so-called Moria army looked menacing at first glance, but they were nothing more than a group of slow-moving heavy infantry.

Bulgaria's flexible tactics are completely their nemesis.

Instead of directly charging into the battle, the Tsar's cavalry formed a loose formation and surrounded the Moria Infantry Regiment. At the same time, they fired bows and arrows. The Bulgarians using armor-piercing cones were harassing while looking for opportunities. Now the battlefield on the west side

The heavy cavalry in Upper Moria had just completed a charge and returned. At this time, they dominated the entire battlefield.

Just as the Bulgarians were thinking about how to consume the physical strength of this heavy infantry, in the next scene, the reaction of the opposite army made the Bulgarians ecstatic. It seemed that due to the harassment of bows and arrows, the Morians who originally formed a dense phalanx were now

But they separated in four directions and formed a hollow formation. Without cavalry cover, this formation was simply a mobile coffin for soldiers. The Bulgarians, who had been fighting the Romans all year round, were like jackals smelling the smell of blood.

Changed tactics.

I saw a thousand Tsarist heavy cavalry spread out in formation, putting away their short bows and holding their long spears high above their heads as if to pierce the sky.

The leading general gave an order, "With the protection of Saint Cyril, the Tsar's army is invincible! Follow me to attack!"

As the roar resounded throughout the battlefield, the Bulgarian cavalry, which charged with high morale, poured down like landslides and tsunamis, and the waves crashed onto the shore with overwhelming force.

"It's coming!"

Phocas, who was leading the infantry phalanx, spoke in a solemn tone. He was unmoved, as if he had already felt this, or perhaps he was just waiting for the opponent to come over.

"emission!"

When it was confirmed that the Bulgarians were charging and within range, Phocas drew the sword in his hand and pointed it in front of him and roared.

As soon as the order came, the Morian infantry holding a black metal pipe placed it on the shoulders of their front companions and aimed at the Bulgarians charging in front of them. This was their new guardian fire, different from the jets that defeated the Saracens in the past.

Out of the blazing old fire, their new fire will bring punishment of iron and fire to their enemies on land.

Just listening to Phocas's command, countless deafening explosions resounded through the sky, the sound was like thunder. The unprepared Bulgarian cavalry and their frightened horses subconsciously stopped to charge, and the last thing they saw was a black metal explosion.
Chapter completed!