A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

"Shut up! You dare to shake the morale of the army here!" the prince said coldly. "Execute on the spot and behead them in public!"

The Bulgarian officer wanted to defend himself, but he had no chance to do so.

The soldiers beside him already had knives in their hands. At this moment, the prince gave an order, the knife flashed, and the head fell to the ground.

The city's flimsy walls could not withstand the bombardment of siege artillery.

After a while, the previous gap was torn even bigger, and two other gaps were opened on the side.

Now there are three gaps.

The prince ordered another attack.

Everything is the same as before, except that the gaps are larger and more numerous, so more troops can be deployed at once.

In addition, artillery targets began to shift to defensive offensives such as battlements on the city walls.

Waves of soldiers rushed forward, then were beaten back.

After three consecutive waves, even Thomas was a little surprised.

I didn't expect the morale of the defenders to be so strong. They actually withstood every wave of attack.

The Bulgarians had been so crippled that they could not fight any more, and even if they were forced to do so by military orders, they could not launch an effective attack.

If we continue to push forward, there is a possibility of war breaking out.

Now those who went up were all Byzantine people, but they were still driven back by the Crescent Moon Christians.

Every time a wave was repelled, hundreds of people were killed or injured.

And it will cause a significant drop in morale.

On the battlefield, it is no lie that the first push is strong, the second is weak, and the third is exhausted.

At this time, not counting the Bulgarians, the Byzantine army had already lost two to three thousand soldiers, and the casualties were not small.

But it can also be seen that the enemy has no power to counterattack, they are just holding on. Otherwise, they would have rushed out of the city gate to fight back long ago.

Victory was clearly just one step away, but that step just couldn't be taken.

Just like a gambler, whether to increase the bet or give up depends on the decision of the captain.

Obviously, the prince's choice is obvious.

Now is the time for the commander-in-chief and his personal soldiers to go into battle!

The prince immediately began to dispatch troops and sent the Russians who had not been on the battlefield before.

The first and biggest gap was to lead the army to attack personally.

Thomas didn't want to go at first, but the prince himself planned to go into battle, so his personal guards, officers, and guests (that is, people like Thomas) who followed him had to go as well.

Of course Thomas also got himself a musket.

He didn't want to engage in hand-to-hand combat in this kind of battle.

Things like muskets are powerful but slow to fire.

So it is normal for a musketeer to fall behind the team because he needs to reload.

A group of people rushed into the city.

At this time, the enemy shooters around the edge of the gap had been completely eliminated, but there were still shooters on the distant city wall firing at this side.

Thomas shot down an enemy who was leaning out of the shelter on the city wall with a casual shot, then stood there loading gunpowder bullets and watching the entire battle.

Directly in front of the Byzantines was a street, and in front of the street was a makeshift roadblock made of various debris.

Its blocking effect can only be said to be better than nothing.

Behind the roadblock were hundreds of Star-Moon Cult soldiers.

The formation was disorganized, with spearmen, sword and shield men mixed together, and some musketeers among them.

You can tell at a glance that these are not elite soldiers.

But no one knows how these soldiers defeated the Byzantine offensive again and again.

Here, the Byzantine vanguard has launched an attack.

Chapter 106: Join the Army 6

Thomas now calmly estimated the combat power of both sides.

If the combat effectiveness of the defenders is ten, then the combat effectiveness of the Byzantine vanguard is at least twenty.

Thomas did not think that these poorly trained Crescent Moon followers could withstand the elite Byzantine troops.

If I must say, the morale of the defenders was very high. They showed no sign of retreat and were not cowardly at all.

In the early stages, a small number of shooters from both sides exchanged fire, and a few were knocked down, but it was no serious harm.

The Byzantines had already charged the barricades and the two sides were about to clash.

But at this moment, several figures holding shields rushed out from the crowd.

They were all wearing black robes, under which one could vaguely see heavy armor.

The Byzantine soldiers, who had just rushed through the barricade and were in disarray, fought with these people and were knocked down almost instantly.

Not only did they fail to break through the enemy's formation, but they were counterattacked by the enemy.

More than a dozen black-robed figures rushed into the Byzantines, slashing wantonly with their scimitars and huge swords. Wherever they went, it was like cutting through waves, tearing the Byzantine ranks apart, and no one was able to defeat them.

The entire offensive of the vanguard was immediately crushed, all those who bravely faced the enemy were killed, and the remaining soldiers fled backwards.

This scene was seen by everyone, including the prince.

These people are elite.

Although that place was beyond the range of the spiritual field, Thomas could judge the strength of these black-robed warriors at a glance.

Because these guys have shown extraordinary powers more than once in battle.

More than ten elite fighters were concentrated and deployed on the front line of street fighting.

It was indeed extremely powerful, and it instantly defeated the Byzantine vanguard of more than a hundred people, killing or injuring more than half of them.

What I didn’t understand before, I now understand completely.

If elite fighters are used in this kind of street fighting, they are indeed very powerful and almost unstoppable.

And these... well, they are genuine!

He wasn't some second-rate guy who'd gotten promoted after drinking a potion; he clearly had decent martial arts skills. Even without extraordinary powers, he was still considered a mid-to-high-level warrior.

Furthermore, they weren't a hastily assembled team. Their actions were coordinated and their extraordinary abilities were carefully matched, complementing each other.

No wonder they suffered heavy losses and were unable to attack again and again.

The vanguard of this wave of attack was scattered, and the enemy unexpectedly chased them all the way through the streets, killing and slaying the Byzantine troops.

This is the case here, and the situation at the other two gaps can be imagined to be similar.

"You, go!" The prince's face turned pale as he gave orders to several personal soldiers around him.

The Byzantines also had elite warriors, but they were all used as mid- and upper-level officers and were not concentrated. Only the prince had a dozen elite warriors as his personal guards.

The numbers of both sides are similar.

The guards leaped towards these people.

The two sides fought like two waves colliding with each other, and they were deadlocked for a while.

Strength against strength, weapons against weapons, shield against shield, collided with each other and were deadlocked.

On the battlefield, blades collided and tiny sparks flashed.

The battlefield was too small and both sides were fighting with all their might. If a real fight broke out, the "ordinary" soldiers around them would have no way to intervene and could only wait and watch.

If you rush in without careful eyesight, you will soon be crushed by the aftermath of the fighting between the two sides.

Various extraordinary abilities are no joke.

However, the strength of the Star-Moon Cultists was obviously beyond expectations. Not only did the guards fail to defeat their opponents, but they were suppressed by them.

Moreover, because they were mixed up in a mess, the firepower from the rear could not provide support because it was easy to hit their own people.

Not only that, when the two sides were in a stalemate, an old man appeared from behind the enemy formation.

An old man in his fifties or sixties, with gray hair, wearing armor but no helmet.

The old man held a short iron spear in his hand, which was as unpredictable as a phantom. With one strike, he injured two of his personal guards.

Damn, this is not protecting the country, but half a step to protecting the country.

However, the old man was not keen on chasing and killing. Instead, he stood there and waved at this side in contempt from a distance.

The target is none other than the prince!

"Waste!" The prince couldn't help but get angry.

"Let the soldiers re-form their ranks, advance slowly, and make sure to break through the enemy's formation!" He put the sword back into the scabbard and stretched out his hand to his followers.

"Bring me my weapon!"

Several followers behind him had already taken out a heavy two-handed sword and respectfully placed it in front of him.

The prince held the two-handed sword in one hand, then lifted it up and held it with both hands. The blade flashed in the air at a high speed, leaving a bright mark.

No one spoke out to stop them, because in order to break through the enemy's defense, they had to defeat this group of powerful enemies.

Otherwise, you can only attack in waves, slowly consume the enemy and exchange human lives.

The prince is the most powerful person in his own camp.

Besides, he is a member of the royal family after all, and he must have many backup plans.

"A mere old immortal dares to challenge me!" The prince swung his sword and pointed at the old magician beside him.

"hurry up."

The old man lowered his brows and threw a ball of powder of unknown substance from his hand, which sprinkled on the prince.

Although I don’t know what the effect is, I can see that the prince’s momentum has increased a bit.

Then he stamped his foot and rushed out.

Two half-step protectors of the country met in the battle formation and fought.

The short spear and the two-handed sword collided several times in an instant.

The last time was in the dark, so the view was not clear, but this time Thomas saw the prince's fighting ability.

How should I put it, it’s really quite good.

If we put aside all other factors and only consider the martial arts themselves.

I guess he's on the same level as the Blasphemy Knight, slightly stronger than Thomas. He can overpower Thomas, but he can't beat him.

Speaking of which, when he was halfway to protecting the country, his combat capability had already exceeded the range of normal people.

Elite warriors, without using their extraordinary abilities, are actually at the level of ordinary people.

However, with the blessing of the magic net, the basic physical attributes of Half-Step Protector of the Country have exceeded the scope of human beings.

The speed of both sides was so fast that the audience was dazzled. In the blink of an eye, both sides had exchanged five or six moves.

Suddenly, the prince exerted force and slashed the opponent's gun with his sword.

The old man opposite was stunned on the spot, his body flew backwards, and was actually forced to retreat rapidly by the cut of the knife.

Fortunately, two elite soldiers came up to block them, but did not give the prince a chance to pursue.

The price was the lives of two elite black-robed warriors. The prince swung his sword wildly, slicing the two men, shield and all, into four pieces.

"Amazing!" Thomas heard more than one person exclaim in surprise.

"This is... the Byzantine martial arts." Joseph, standing by, looked solemn, staring at the front.

"It is said that the Byzantine royal family inherited many ancient skills... In this regard, even Rome is inferior."

Thomas shrugged, then raised his gun and shot down an unlucky shooter on the distant city wall, then reloaded the gunpowder bullets.

The prince certainly had reason to be proud of his fighting prowess.