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Under the horrified gaze of the soldiers, one by one the rebellious Eastern Roman armored paladins abandoned their armored horses and overly long lances, and donned triple armor of cloth armor, chain mail, and ziplock, carrying space weapons and shields on their backs, and with long swords and war hammers on their waists, they climbed onto the bodies of the nine tree men.

The ten druids directly ordered nine seven-meter-tall tree men, which were much taller than the bastion walls, to move their thousands of roots and charge towards the city walls, simulating a siege tower.

Finally, the largest and strongest tree man was given more amplifying spells by the druids. He crawled towards the city gate, ready to break down the gate and act as a battering ram.

"Everyone! Guns ready, fire!!!"

The commander of the Third Regiment, Eloran Annar, roared and gave orders. At once, guns and cannons roared, and a large number of shells fell into the air. However, some shells whistled and hit the trunk of the tree man, causing wood fragments and leaves to fly everywhere. Countless flying bullets whizzed through the dense forest, and the powerful impact knocked the Steel Wing soldiers off the treetops one by one!

The druids continued chanting, casting two spells every six seconds, casting Rejuvenation on all the Steel Wing soldiers and their own Tree Men, allowing their bodies to be constantly healed in the emerald halo. Occasionally they stopped to chant the Healing Spell to recover from the serious injuries of their allies. Ten Tree Men and a large number of Steel Wing Soldiers wearing triple armor, relying on their extremely hard bark and constantly healing wounds, left corpses all along the way, and approached the wall of the bastion under the powerful volleys of guns from the third and fourth regiments!

The biggest, strongest, and most evil tree man raised hundreds of powerful tentacles and roots and slammed the city gate. Every blow made the entire wall tremble! The soldiers threw down rolling logs and rocks, but they could not cause any harm to this huge tree man. The scalding gold could not burn the thick bark. Even if they poured oil and set it on fire, they could not burn this overly huge war tree man in a short time. He raised his roots and slammed the city gate again and again!

Soon, the tree man was completely engulfed by the flames, turning into a blazing giant beast, but it was still banging on the door like crazy as if it had no sense of pain! Before it was finally burned to death by the flames, it used hundreds of wooden tentacles to smash and kick over Martinnon's gate!

A tree man roared into the open space between the two bastion stars and was immediately caught in a horrific crossfire. Both sides of the tree man were riddled with holes, and the brown bark was densely studded with pale lead bullets. However, he managed to stretch out a large number of branches, allowing the Steel Wing troops hidden in the bushes to use their branches as stepping stones and rush onto the city wall.

The first one to rush up the city wall was Ryan's stand-in, Merrill Astelan. She was wearing the same black and green plate armor as Ryan, and holding a pitch-black sword wrapped in golden holy flames. With a Holy Slash, she killed an elite soldier who was in the front and wearing triple defense of cloth armor, chain mail, and zip ties, in the terrifying storm and golden flames!

The strong man weighing nearly 100 kilograms and the armor weighing more than 30 or 40 kilograms on his body were ruthlessly burned by the golden holy fire, melted into a pool of steel broth, and then completely evaporated into wisps of smoke, erasing the last trace of him in the world.

Chapter 194: Fallen Elf

Seeing the city gate open and the tower successfully climbed, the Janissaries burst into cheers. Some even cut off the red double-headed eagle flag of Aenarion and tried to plant the black six-winged angel flag of the First Legion and the red crescent flag of the Ottoman Empire on the wall of Martinon.

The Athenian soldiers, who had received a lot of education, also roared in anger and started a bloody battle with the steel wings that had arrived first!

The most elite group of soldiers, like these fallen armored paladins, were wearing triple defenses of cloth armor, chain mail, and ziplock mail. Both sides had the same armored cans and the same extremely luxurious equipment. There was no difference, except that the Janissary soldiers had higher tactical qualities and stronger combat effectiveness.

"Allah! Hu Akbar!!!"

“All glory to Jesus Christ!!!”

For a moment, two groups of high elves of the same ancestry, wearing exactly the same armor, wielding different weapons, carrying flags of different colors, shouting different battle cries, fought each other on the field, spears and bayonets met hammers and shields, arrows, javelins and musket balls whistled over the heads of the soldiers,

Bright scarlet sparks and blood were emitted from the body.

And Ariely completed his transformation into a demon under the waves of cold and sticky psychic power.

In an instant, waves of creepy and cold spiritual energy spread around like a tide, making it difficult to breathe.

The devil horns on her head expanded rapidly and turned into a pair of withered branches in an orderly manner, like the horns of an elk. Countless blood vessels flowing with green rot emerged from her head, like thorny vines, entwining every fork of the elk's horns, and then splitting into countless smaller blood vessels, hanging down. From a distance, the withered branches looked like two graceful green weeping willows.

Her beautiful back, smooth as jade, stretched out a pair of giant moth-scale wings that covered the sky. Tens of thousands of indescribable brilliant colors were painted on the four scaly wings to form all kinds of crazy, distorted and colorful patterns. Just staring at the patterns on her wings, Aenarion's brain began to feel dizzy. The faint sound of the poisonous moth's flapping wings was like some kind of spell, tormenting everyone's ears.

Alleli gently flapped her two pairs of moth wings, and in an instant, countless tiny colorful powders stretched out from the scaly wings and spread in all directions. The Janissaries who inhaled the scaly powder felt tired and their eyelids heavy. She waved a sickle burning with corrupt green flames and rushed directly towards the fake Lord of the First Legion, waving the sickle and fighting wildly with the holy warrior!

Astelan's heart sank. Although he didn't know what had happened, the news that he was an impostor must have been exposed. This level 7 demon hunter actually dared to rush straight into his face. If she didn't know that she was an impostor, she would not dare to rush towards the lord of the legion alone even if she had a hundred guts!

Both sides fought bloody battles for every inch of the city wall. If the Steel Wings pushed their position forward a few meters, they would be met with a frenzied counterattack by the Athenian soldiers and pushed back to the top of the city. However, the loss of these two sections of the city wall was the biggest obstacle. Those damn tree people could throw a thousand Steel Wing soldiers onto the city wall continuously. Their arms were extremely slender, like wooden bridges, and could even cross a company of Athenian soldiers, and deliver a large number of fully armed Steel Wing soldiers behind the Athenian defensive positions.

At the same time, the Hurricane Wing's heavy cavalry began to frantically attack the broken city gate. Eloran Annar personally held a bloody double-headed eagle flag and led two companies of spearmen to block the narrow corridor of the city gate, turning into an impenetrable steel forest and engaging in a brutal exchange with the charging heavy cavalry.

Every time a Janissary or a warhorse was stabbed by several spears, a spearman's arms would be broken by the terrifying cavalry charge, or his bones would be smashed by a Thessalian warhorse weighing six or seven hundred kilograms, and he would fly backwards like a fallen leaf!

In just a few seconds, the corridor was filled with the bodies of more than fifty Janissaries and more than a hundred Athenian soldiers. The survivors used the bodies mixed with blood to build a new line of defense in the city gate corridor to counter the cavalry charge.

At this moment, the newly arrived Hurricane Wing Heavy Cavalry found that they could not break through this high wall of flesh and blood, so they directly called in a one-pound cannon that could be easily carried on a carriage. Then they directly fired cannonballs, blasting out a small path, and the flying shotgun shells and cannonballs also broke the spearmen's defenses, making them shaky!

The situation was critical. Eloran Annar thought about what he had learned in the military academy and threw out a large amount of grease and burning materials, sealing the city gate with a huge fire.

However, the Janissaries who were studying the same course as him immediately poured cold water on their bodies and horses, covered their mouths and noses with wet cloths, and blindfolded their horses with cloths to tell them not to be afraid. The Hurricane Wings charged forward, shouting like a nightmare, rushing through the sea of ​​fire, and completely smashing the defenders of the city gate with an unstoppable momentum! Breaking into the interior of the bastion.

Fortunately, the bastions are multi-layered structures. Delphi and Martinon are both protected by triple fortresses. The innermost one is the original castle, and the outer one is a double bastion.

Realizing that something was wrong, the commander of the Fourth Regiment, Alleli, flapped his rotten yet gorgeous poisonous wings and led his soldiers to slowly retreat to the second bastion. The soldiers on the second floor also used the cannons and muskets inside the turret for fire support to cover the retreat. The first outer fort fell because of those oak tree people, who could throw their triple-armored steel wings onto the city walls at will. Unlike Delphi, which gathered a group of strong men and masters of the Christian Alliance, there was no way to counterattack.

After capturing the first section of the city wall, the Janissaries did not immediately attack the second section, but instead began to clean up the battlefield.

At the end of the first war, more than 300 people died on the Athenian side, and more than 300 people on the Janissary side also died. Despite the huge advantage of occupying the city walls and bastions, the casualty ratio was one to one, which was so ugly. The elite level of the Janissary was terrifying, and the sharpness of the fallen Eastern Roman armored cavalry was still frightening.

At this moment, the Athenian soldiers who were covering the retreat also fell into the hands of the Janissaries. They immediately used the great memory recovery technique to try to get more information from these soldiers, but all they got was abuse and insults.

"You are a bunch of dogs who surrendered to the Turks! You are worthy of calling yourselves elves? Pah! May our ancestors forever spit on you, a bunch of traitors!"

"I have nothing to say to you, the slaves of the ogre! We are fighting for our land, our race, our country! And you traitors have joined the alien race and attacked our own people.

My own people! You want me to tell you the flaws of the bastion? Bah!!!"

"Shame on you, you thief! How many of your compatriots have you slaughtered at the hands of the Ottomans? How much blood of the elves is on your hands? Don't you know that all the Roman tribes are willing to eat you! You will die soon, so how will you see the Roman emperors then?!"

Under the prisoners' insults, some former Eastern Roman armored cavalrymen, now members of the Ottoman Steel Wings, became angry and started to curse at the prisoners.

"What the hell can I do? You are noble! You are great! You have Aenarion to give you land and money, but what about us???

Damn those damn Roman officials, the governors annexed land and deceived the superiors! According to the original military district system, each armored holy cavalryman could be granted hundreds of acres of land! And there were a large number of serfs. Then, during the hundreds of years of the military district system, our land was constantly taken away by those governors under various names, and the land of the fallen brothers could not be inherited by their families. It was all eaten up by the upper echelons of the army! His wife had to work as a military prostitute to feed the children!

Damn, at that time, we soldiers didn't even want to go to the military whore camp, it was full of old brothers' wives! There was no way to get off!

At first, there was just not enough land left for us to maintain our men, horses, and armor.

But later on, let alone horses, all our land was taken by those governors! The remaining land was not enough to support our own people! My noble armored paladins were reduced to serfs. I have been serving Rome since the time of Bashir II. I have shed blood for the emperor and made contributions to the empire. This is what Rome gave me?

At this time, the Ottomans are willing to give us land and money! They are willing to let us live a decent life. How many years have you lived? Have you seen how the "Rome" you always talk about treats its veterans? You want me to love Rome? Then who the hell will love me? ! "

An old elf soldier who had fought for more than five hundred years angrily cursed the captive in front of him, tears of anger and grievance flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"Yeah, what you said is really ridiculous? Fighting for family? I don't have a family! My family is the Janissaries!"

A pure-blooded Janissary who was collected through blood tax also looked at these captives coldly and said with disdain.

"When the Ottomans took me away from my parents, I hated them. But then what? While other children were enjoying a complete childhood, I was struggling on the brink of life and death! Training! From the age of six to sixteen, I lived in hell for ten years. After finally training to become a qualified Janissary and having a certain degree of freedom, the first thing I did was to return to my hometown! I wanted to be back with my parents!"

"But because of my Janissary attire, all the neighbors were afraid of me. After I opened the door, my elderly parents happily hugged my ten-year-old brother and enjoyed the joy of family. They didn't recognize me at all! After I told them my name, my parents didn't hug me or comfort me. They even knelt in front of me in fear, begging me to leave this home and never come back to disturb them! To them, I was just an abandoned child! An abandoned child who could keep the whole family safe by abandoning him to the Ottomans!!!"

"At that time, I understood that I was not kidnapped by the Ottomans, but abandoned by my parents! My only brothers and sisters are the Janissaries who fought alongside me! I also have only one father! He is Lord Luther El'Jonson, who has been training me and cultivating me since I entered the First Legion. Although he is strict, he really cares about me and makes me stronger!"

Chapter 195: Both Teacher and Father

The interrogation of the Dark Angels was not smooth at all. All the captured elves were unwilling to speak. The offensive on the second day was not smooth either. The enemy slaughtered all the livestock overnight and took out a large amount of flammable oil and fat.

When the Oak Treemen tried to replicate yesterday's victory again, dozens of cannons fired shells coated with grease, directly igniting those abominable monsters with lush branches and leaves, turning them into blazing flaming trees. Although they could not be burned to death in a short time, the billowing black smoke choked the Steel Wing veterans hiding inside and made them cough. They could only jump off the branches and breathe fresh air, thus destroying their treeman siege method.

The structure of the three-layer fortress also made the Janissaries a little puzzled - the outer gate was too narrow and siege equipment could not be transported in. He could only build some siege equipment between the first bastion wall and the second bastion wall, or take the time to tear down a section of the outer wall. No matter which choice he made, it would be very time-consuming.

When the time dragged on until the morning of the third day, the twenty companies of the Dark Angels suddenly realized that something was wrong - damn, why hasn't the logistics transport troops arrived yet? They should have arrived with food and fodder last night? In order to ensure the effectiveness of the raid, each of us only brought seven days of dry food. Counting the food consumed on the way, the food is only enough for two days!

Naturally, the logistics troops could not arrive in time. The Janissaries were indeed powerful, but it was ordinary people who brought them supplies. Twenty thousand ordinary elves drove mules and horses and pushed carts on the cliff path between the mountains and the sea. The huge crowd formed a long black line on the path that was only wide enough for two horses to pass side by side.

Then, they found four huge carracks that had been waiting here for a long time. They turned their hulls sideways and deployed 160 cannons on the sides.

, aimed at the logistics transport unit, and then opened fire with all their might!

At once there were roars everywhere, artillery fire everywhere, and hundreds of granite shells whistled into the crowd, smashing the auxiliary soldiers and livestock of the First Legion into a bloody mess with a devastating force. Some shells hit the mountain, causing violent tremors. The rubble and soil seemed to collapse like a tower or a collapsing sky, whistling down from the sky, killing and injuring a large number of people, causing them to scream and exclaim!

One round of shelling threw the 20,000-man logistics force into chaos. They were in a panic, thinking that they would be hit by another round of shelling in five or six minutes. Their instinct for survival drove them to hide quickly, but there was nowhere to hide on this steep cliff path. There were dense crowds of people and corpses in front and behind. In the struggle and crowd, more people were pushed off the cliff and into the sea than those killed by the shelling.

Luther, who was stationed in Thessaly and was responsible for training new recruits and logistics management, processed a large amount of information and found that this was indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

Among the two thousand men responsible for attacking Martinon, one thousand were the Steel Wings. These people were all Eastern Roman armored paladins who joined the Ottoman Empire because of benefits and money. The other one thousand were pure-blooded Janissaries raised through blood tax. However, half of them were new recruits trained by himself in the past few years. Almost all of them hated the new Sultan Muhammad, and there were even quite a few fallen angels among the officers who had been instigated by him to rebel.

However, they were now in a desperate situation with their food supplies cut off, and the legion commander was not with them. There was no better opportunity than now.

But before that, there was one last person he had to convince.

Luther held a grand banquet and invited his former chief of recruits, Metatron, who had long since retired from the army due to his advanced age and only worked occasionally. If he could win him over, he would be able to incite more of the Janissaries he had taught to rebel.

The two of them were in the Muslim monastery of the Janissary, drinking fermented grape juice and eating big-eared sheep raised by the local high elves. As they drank and chatted, Luther slowly seduced them, trying to steer the conversation to his advantage.

"You know what, Luther? God and the Prophet have taught us that sinners will go to Hell."

Metatron sighed, his haggard face covered by pale hair and beard.

"You are an Orthodox Christian, and you also have a concept similar to Hellfire. People like us who are responsible for training new Janissaries are afraid that we will never see paradise in our lifetime. At my age, the only thing I hope for now is how to atone for my sins."

"Guilty? Why? I have performed my duties perfectly, educating generations of Janissaries to become talents. I have a clear conscience. After all, I was not the one who took these orphans away from their parents. Instead, I took their place and educated them on how to survive in this world."

Luther frowned, not knowing why the other party suddenly said this.

"No, no, no, you have only been doing this for about ten years. The first batch of Janissaries under you have just entered the battlefield. You still have a lot to learn. Now the time is almost up. Let me tell you about another job of the chief recruit."

Metatron shook his head.

"You know, educating these people is only the first step. There are more troublesome steps to follow. Children are easy to brainwash, but there are still some stubborn elements who can resist our mental offensive and lurk in the crowd, pretending to be ordinary, but secretly trying to resist and escape. I need to identify these people in the crowd."

Luther frowned, not quite understanding.

"For example, last month, a new soldier you trained, the first thing he did after becoming a Janissary was to go home and return to his parents. If he succeeded, then all your years of teaching would have been in vain. He would have immediately degenerated from a pious and brave warrior of God to an ordinary citizen who only wanted to be with his parents."

Metatron sighed.

"I had no choice. Before he went home, I found his parents through the records and asked them to act out a play for me. When the boy got home, he saw his parents holding his brother, enjoying the happiness of family life. This made him jealous and dissatisfied.

The next second, his parents hugged his brother, knelt in front of him, and cried and begged him to leave immediately. There was no joy in their eyes, only fear and despair. How could they feel fear when they saw their son who had been away for ten years? They must be happy! But I told them very reasonably that your property and their farmland were all in the Ottoman Empire.

If you disown this son, he will have a bright future in the First Legion, a promising future, and your family will be safe and sound, continuing to live as good citizens who have paid the blood tax.

If you acknowledge this son, your whole family will die. The fear and despair in their eyes were not for their son, but for me! I was hiding in their house at the time, watching the whole thing happen! I watched the boy fall into collapse little by little.

I tore this family apart. I made that kid completely cut off all his emotions and weaknesses! He completely transformed into a complete Janissary!!!"

Metatron simply grabbed a whole bottle of fermented grape juice and gulped it down, trying to numb his nerves. The scarlet juice dyed his white beard red.

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You have only been doing this for ten years. The first batch of Janissaries has just grown up and has not yet been involved in this kind of work. Do you have a clear conscience? I have been working in your position for a full hundred years! Do you know how many families I have broken up with this trick? Three thousand nine hundred and fifty-one! Almost half a legion! People like you and me will never enter the paradise! Or the heaven that you Orthodox people talk about! Tell me, I have done so many things that go against my conscience. What should I do to atone for my sins?"

Metatron laughed loudly, his pupils becoming increasingly cloudy.

Luther was a little shocked. He didn't expect that the job of the recruit manager would include this.

"Alas, I see you don't know this either, so I won't say it anymore! By the way, now it's just the two of us. Don't think you're hiding it very well. The first day you joined the legion, the moment you looked at the legion commander, I understood. I've seen that kind of look a lot among the Janissaries and their blood parents. I can tell at a glance that you must be the father of our legion commander."

Metatron seemed to be really drunk, and spoke without thinking, not noticing Luther's increasingly cold eyes.

"Your lovely daughter, when our noble legion commander joined the army, I was the chief of the recruits. I taught your daughter. She was also one of those people who was not completely brainwashed. When she first joined the army, she cried and called for her dad every day. It's okay. I showed her a magical effect. It was the scene where all the knights surrendered after you Serbs were defeated by the Ottomans."

Metatron said this while gesticulating, seeming proud of his actions.

"In order to survive, the Serbian knights offered their children as blood taxes without hesitation, and kissed the Sultan's boots to swear allegiance - of course you were not among them. I just used magic to slightly tamper with a person's face. She was shocked to see her father choose to hand herself over as blood tax without hesitation in order to survive! Since then, your daughter has never cried or called dad again. She respects me as she respects her own father!

I trained her to be an excellent Janissary, and watched her grow up with pride. She went from an ordinary Janissary to a company commander, a regiment commander, and even the Lord of the First Legion! I called her out! If you raise her, she would be at most a cavalry of Savior..."

Metatron's words came to an abrupt end. Luther could no longer control his anger. He stomped on the table with a roar, drew his sword, and stabbed it accurately into the old man's heart!

In an instant, scarlet blood splattered all over the dinner table, and Luther's face became as terrifying as a demon because of his rage!

The turbidity in Metatron's pupils finally dissipated a little. In the last moments of his life, his dry and skinny lips moved a few times, and he forced out a smile, and slowly closed his eyes.

Luther drew out the bloody sword, looking extremely furious on the outside, but extremely calm on the inside.

He only has one chance to get his daughter back. If he misses this expedition, he will never have another chance. Although killing this old guy may reduce the number of people who can rebel, he has no regrets.

Chapter 196: The Fallen Army

Luther, covered in blood, calmly stepped out of the banquet hall and rang the bell for assembly. More than 1,300 recruits in the Dark Angels Monastery gathered together in confusion, wondering what their respected instructor was going to do by gathering the troops at this time, and why was he covered in blood???

"Put on your armor! Take your weapons! Everyone carry double the ammunition and food! Now!!!"

Luther roared, and a pair of pitch-black wings that covered the sky spread out from behind him. The blood all over his body made him even more terrifying. The night raiders he had trained for many years, the group of thirty-five Janissary recruits, executed his orders almost reflexively. Although these people were generally still teenagers and most of them were not yet adults, the few adults were only level 1 or 2 fighters.

However, they also possessed heavy armor such as tierce and chain mail, as well as complete weapons such as spears, bows and arrows, and muskets, making them a fairly elite professional force. Moreover, all the dark angels in the entire Thessaly Basin participated in the expedition, and they were the only professional armed force in the city of Larissa.

Luther looked into the ignorant eyes of these children and raised his blood-stained sword high. A large number of high elves and middle-aged Slavs were brought in front of them by more than fifty fallen angels loyal to Luther. Some Janissaries exclaimed - those were actually their parents!

"Everyone, follow me! The teacher will take you home."

Listening to their teacher's words, more than 1,300 recruits were stunned, their brains completely shut down, and they had no idea what it meant.

But the moment Luther opened the gate of the monastery, none of the young men who had been practicing hard in this small courtyard since childhood could suppress the urge to go out. They followed Luther, cheering, jumping, laughing, and rushed out of the monastery of the Dark Angels one after another!

"I only brought parents whose families live in remote areas. You have seriously violated the laws of the Janissaries. I give you three hours. All those whose families are near Larissa, get out of line! Go to Larissa and nearby villages immediately to find your parents! Gather at the north gate of Larissa in six hours!

Remember, people from the same street or area should go in groups! Although you are strong, you still have no chance against Larissa's guards and auxiliary troops.

There is a possibility of something going wrong, and only with more people can we have a chance of success.”

In an instant, almost one-third of the recruits began to spread out in groups of ten. Luther waved his hand and led the more than 800 recruits behind him directly to the warehouse in Larissa - all the grain collected from taxes in the entire Thessaly Basin was piled up here. Ryan was away on the expedition, and he was also responsible for logistics supplies.

He directly issued an order that the food supply route to Thermopylae was cut off, and all auxiliary troops were required to take all the livestock, carriages, and as much food and fodder as possible to fully support Martinon, tricking 10,000 auxiliary soldiers and 30,000 conscripted farmers into rebellion.

After they evacuated Larissa, Luther set fire to the warehouse that had stored hundreds of years of grain tax revenue in the Thessaly Basin! All the recruits were stunned by the flames and Luther flying high in the flames. They looked at the flames and their parents beside them, realizing that they had no way out.

This group of 1,300 young men, plus 40,000 auxiliary farmers, marched towards Volos. Volos and Larissa were the two largest cities in Thessaly, and most of these Janissaries came from here. When the local defenders saw Luther, they opened the door directly, not knowing what he was doing. After the Janissaries snatched their parents out.

Larissa, Volos, the parents of the two cities, plus the group that Luther brought at the beginning, all the people are here. At Luther's command, the mighty army went directly through Thermopylae and headed towards Martinon. Luther looked at this fallen army and took out a blood pact from his arms: a full 169 company commanders, non-commissioned officers, and even dark angels at the level of chapter masters, signed this pact and confirmed the rebellion.

At this moment, Ryan, who was fighting bloody battles with the Christian coalition forces at the Delphi front, realized something was wrong. Why didn't the food arrive on time? Before she could think about it, a messenger ran over in a hurry, holding a carrier pigeon in his left hand and a letter in his right hand, screaming, "The backyard is on fire!"