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Then Billell, who jumped up, stabbed the tip of the iron in his hand with one hand, piercing through one of them. Then he came up and swung his scythe—the axe of another Varangian guard on the opposite side was too heavy, and it was still in the process of slashing and slashing.

The weight of the weapon is also the difference between life and death on the battlefield.

Biller's sharp scythe, with an arc of light, slid straight down the weakest neck between the samurai's shoulder armor and helmet.

The blood exploded with the cold light, and the long-handled axe of the Navarangian warrior fell upside down, and then the huge body also fell head-on.

"May 18, May 18!" All the armor warriors, with their white arrows shot like lice on their armor, stepped on the wooden planks that had been put up one by one, crossed the enemy's barricades, and screamed madly as if they were possessed by gods, and they were completely bursting with the momentum of victors, and they jumped into the emperor's camp and went on a killing spree.

Under the meteor group that swept quickly, the Tarsus firethrowers who arrived at the target inserted more than 20 hoop iron single-barreled cannons diagonally into the ground with shrimp whisker pins, raised the muzzles, lit the fuse and turned their backs one after another, in the fire and roar of the "knock knock knock" salvo, all the emperor's large sections of the fortress trembled and swayed, and the backs of the brigade soldiers who were densely clinging to it were instantly illuminated, like day.

On the earthen tower, Gao Wen, who was holding the sword of phosphorus fire, looked at the scene in front of him, the emperor's camp and fortress had turned into a sea of fire, burning everywhere.

The white hands of the beautiful female devil suddenly appeared on the black robe and armor, and swam to Gawain's chest, "Gawain, the curtain on the bed of the great Empress of Ten Thousand Cities has burned out, and her beautiful face and body are revealed before your eyes. ”

"Jiehe, do I need forgiveness now?" Gawain's beard trembled a little, and he took the female devil's hand and asked softly.

"The king cannot forgive the king, and this is a great shame for both parties." Jie Hyuk attached himself to Gawain's ear and gave the answer in a low voice.

"Ah Jiehe, the achievements of the Empress of the Conquest of Ten Thousand Cities, do I have to wait for the next generation?"

And Jiehe's laughter quickly dissipated in the wind, and he didn't give a half-word answer.

Gawain turned around, seeing nothing but the pheasants and the soldiers cheering loudly with torches, "Well, it would be foolish to put the answer in the devil." ”

The Turkic servant sat beside the bronze perfume cannon, oblivious to the conversation between his master and the demon, for he froze in the face of such a great victory:

Eight hundred elite armor soldiers tore the right side of the emperor's chariot fortress;

The Red Hand Brigade broke through and seized the center;

The Geemagis brigade and part of the frontier people began to storm the left side;

As for Branas's Alternate Legion, all the Red Hand Cavalry, Oghuz Cavalry, and Mounted Cavalry galloped from behind the Emperor's fortress, and then dismounted with the soldiers of the Guardian Brigade, regardless of the affiliation of the troops, and scrambled to climb and attack.

In the barricade, thousands of the emperor's loyalists fought to the death in the confined space, buying time for Alexios' escape.

An hour later, Stalianus, who was commanded by the Gemagis Brigade at the front, took more than a dozen attached pyropers and carried three iron cannons through a gap in the barricade, and soon saw a huge tent where the emperor's soldiers were running around with pack beasts and vehicles, and the flagpole erected in front of the tent was soon seen by Stalianus.

"It's where the emperor hoarded Khitan snow, and sure enough, it was Miss Plani's regulations - what about your hoop iron cannon, shoot me a shot." Stalianus shouted.

As a result, one chamber was no longer usable, and only two could still be fought.

Stalianus was worthy of coming out of the Academy of St. Paul, and when the pyrinometer beside him began to erect the arrow-proof wooden pole with the shooting hole, and mounted the hoop iron cannon behind it, "wait for two guns, shoot one, save one." ”

At this time, they were only a hundred feet away from the tent, and many of the emperor's soldiers had already spotted them, and the arrows were whizzing in, so that the sound of wooden trees peeling in front of the muzzles of the cannons was incessant.

With a muffled sound, one of the hoop iron cannons shot out sparks, and then the lead shot flew out more than sixty feet, hitting an emperor's chariot.

Quickly, Stalianus shouted the order to increase the weight of the Khitan snow, and then the pyropher stuffed a lead pellet wrapped in a burning sheepskin and stuffed it into the muzzle of the cannon.

The second shot soon flew out.

He flew through the ranks of the emperor's soldiers and servants to the tent filled with Khitan snow barrels.

Stalianus only saw the red dots being stimulated, and they swelled up in an instant, and then the wind and waves of fire rolled up, and a pile of Khitan snow barrels exploded, and many of the emperor's soldiers who came close were swallowed up at once, turning into black shadows flying everywhere. Stalianus and all the Pyrinogrete gunners crawled back, the explosions behind him getting louder and louder, as if another volcano had erupted from a volcano, and serpentine fireworks lit up the sky above the entire camp.

The emperor who was fleeing on his horse looked back and saw it.

Gawain on the earthen tower of the city of Camp Geemagis also saw it.

In the midst of the incessant explosions, the resistance in the Emperor's carriage soon fell silent, and no one had the courage to fight any longer—Gawain's brigades and cavalry from all sides poured in, and by the second half of the night they had all taken up the passages and ramparts.

The city of Camp Brenus was captured at dawn, and there was little decent garrison in it, and the hundreds of remaining soldiers and an equal number of servants surrendered at the sight of Gawain's banner.

As the morning of the 19th dawned, the "Imperial Fortress" with a circumference of about ten giga was reduced to a charred, mutilated corpse across the fields of Firomeron.

In the meantime, the powder magazine of the tent was hit and exploded, and the surrounding area was full of blood pits and scorched earth within a hundred feet, and six or seven thousand prisoners of the Imperial Army lined up in a long line, and out of the barricade, several Tarsus heavy warriors holding small flags were standing at the exit in twos and threes, and they were surrounded by the corpses of the war dead.

Among the captives was Atretetes, who stood in the column, ashamed of yesterday's decisive battle: he had a shield and a helmet, and a sharp spear, but he was captured with little resistance.

At the exit, beside the wreckage of the cascading wagons, Atretis saw the corpse of the immortal commander Celilarus, who had died in battle, the other party dragged his bloodied legs, his chest was still pressed against the fork of the fire, his armor was already shattered, and there were blood stains everywhere, but his head and charred black hair were still unyieldingly high, maintaining a dying posture of angry eyes at the enemy, and his side was full of the corpses of loyal and brave men, broken spears, bamboo and arrows like bushes.

Atretis wept, he was destined to be a soldier, not a hero.

Amid the neighing and cheers of the horses, Atretis looked up and saw an extremely tall and majestic general riding a black Turkic horse approaching them. (To be continued.) )