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In the center of the battlefield, Archbishop Giotto allowed a sailor to slash the plate armor on his chest with his sword.

After receiving the opponent's full blow, the Grand Priest staggered back a small step with his strong body. Then he took advantage of the opponent's full swing of the sword and knocked him down with the round shield of his left hand.

The dock fell into the turbulent sea water.

"Hiss..." The three British soldiers who were about to come forward to besiege Giotto took a breath of cold air when they saw this, hesitating in place and not daring to step forward.

Archimandrite Giotto's robe was completely soaked with blood, but not a drop of it was his own. No one knows how many British soldiers this giant warrior killed under his sword and shield.

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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! And Archimandrite Giotto did not have the energy to review his achievements. He quickly scanned the battlefield with his peripheral vision, and soon noticed the anxiety in the port.

situation.

"Damn it, if it weren't for those naval guns..."

Giotto knew in his heart that a large part of the reason why these British soldiers were able to compete with the knights was that the gryphon detachment surrounding Valletta Port continued to provide strong fire support.

The roar of these naval guns never stopped for a moment, continuously hitting the Knights' reserve team on the battlefield, making it difficult for them to reinforce and enter the battle.

At the rear, Major Serulier also put down his monocular with worry and said anxiously to Lawrence:

"These British guys...the firepower provided by those naval guns is almost equal to several full artillery battalions! Your Excellency Bonaparte, it is still difficult to determine the outcome on the battlefield. I suggest that you move some distance to the rear to avoid

By then the defense line has been breached..."

Faced with Serulier's admonishment, Lawrence took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time, then shook his head wordlessly, with no trace of panic or anxiety in his clear eyes.

Major Cerulier also noticed Lawrence frequently checking the time. He frowned and looked at the pocket watch in Lawrence's hand and asked:

"Your Excellency Bonaparte, is this...?"

"The British bombardment should stop soon." Lawrence closed the cover of his pocket watch, calmly looked at the St. Denis, which was as tall as a giant beast on the sea, and said softly:

"It is no longer possible for Colonel Mohan to capture the island of Malta from my hands. I hope he will not feel too sorry."

Grosso seemed to suddenly realize something, and quickly looked at Lawrence, a flash of joy suddenly flashed on his face, and asked:

"Wait a minute, you sent a letter to Mayor Yosip last time, saying that you had a backup plan... Could it be?"

Lawrence nodded, his eyes still fixed on the St. Denis:
Chapter completed!