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At this moment, Aenarion's three armies have been basically formed. Admiral Artemisia is in charge of six carracks, which are rampaging in the Aegean Sea. Field Marshal Merril Astelan is leading the Dark Angels to gallop across the Thessaly Basin, and his own phalanx soldiers, Varangian Guards, and chariot gunners have also begun to show results in their training.

The busier and more tired Aenarion was at work during the day, the more he indulged himself at night, almost going to two extremes. During the day, he was a strict and harsh general who shared the hardships with his soldiers, but at night he was a dissolute and hedonistic follower of Slaanesh.

That night, he even gathered all his concubines to hold a grand sex party. He spread open everyone's seductive buttocks, stuffed a long soft stick into their pink and moist anus, connected them with a rope in the middle, and then the two women knelt on the ground, squeezed their buttocks and crawled forward. Whoever's stick fell off lost.

Angel White even took out the drow's secret bed potion and fed it to all the girls, putting them into estrus. Only the final winner could get the favor of Aenarion.

For a while, the girls were sweating and panting while taking a break. They squeezed their buttocks together to prevent the sticks in their anuses from being pulled off, and moved their hands and knees to crawl forward desperately, trying to pull off each other's sticks. The aphrodisiac made their lower bodies itchy, and they desperately wanted to win and gain the favor of Aenarion.

The little nun was the first to be eliminated because of the rule that clergy must be virgins. Her anus was developed most thoroughly by Aenarion, and she reached orgasm due to the friction in a few seconds. She collapsed to the ground panting and spurting out vaginal fluid like a cream puff.

The Leopard Woman also admitted defeat pitifully because she had to obey Mariana's slave contract. Inarion maliciously paired Estariel and Angel White, a mother and daughter, together, but they were wary of each other and were unwilling to exert any strength, so they all stood still. In the end, Mrs. White took pity on her daughter and took the initiative to withdraw.

This erotic game continued amid the women's moans, and the final winner was Artemisia.

After reaching level eight, the control ability of the Slaanesh Paladin improved by leaps and bounds. She used her Blessing of Slaanesh to cheat, and controlled all those who won the elimination rounds under the lust chains of Slaanesh, forcing them to be eliminated one after another. They could only comfort themselves by rubbing their delicate breasts and nipples with their hands, while watching with indignation that Artemisia was favored by Aenarion, and the two became one in bed, indistinguishable from each other.

At this moment, Artemisia fell into a hallucination after her climax, as if she had entered the palace of Slaanesh in ecstasy, and the Dark Prince was sitting on a naked throne stacked and intertwined with countless naked men and women, smiling at her.

And when she came to her senses, her Slaanesh Blessing was upgraded.

[Lord of Pleasure: Mark of the Divine Lord Slaanesh]: Ordinary paladins can rebuke/command undead creatures. However, Slaanesh paladins can rebuke/command any creature, and the Mark of Slaanesh of [Lord of Pleasure] allows you to command creatures twelve times the upper limit.

Artemisia was a little surprised. It was originally six times, but now it has become twelve times! It has doubled!

And Aenarion was also somewhat surprised, as the endless Slaanesh magic power was also fed back into his body.

[Pet Ability·Lord of Divine Joy] Your undead control limit and pet number are increased twelvefold.

Aenarion's eyes suddenly lit up. Some of the six familiars he had acquired were used when he was weak and had no choice. Although the familiars he acquired were not weak, he rarely had the chance to use them. For example, Valkia's blood loss and damage increase, and the petrifying breath of the little Gorgon. He had the psychic bones to support him and had almost no chance of getting hurt. The three kinds of dragon breath bestowed by Drognir were far better than the petrifying plague of the Gorgon, which did not match his profession very well.

The only advantage was the level synchronization mechanism of the magical pets. When he himself reached level eight, the six girls were also promoted to level eight, creating six powerful and loyal subordinates for himself, and forming the first leadership team.

Now, with the extra six pets granted by the God, I have to think carefully about who to contract and how to use them. The Knights of the Round Table also seem to have twelve people. If I become a legend one day, I will instantly have twelve more legendary knights! This kind of luxurious configuration is difficult for even Osman to come up with.

The more Aenarion thought about it, the more excited he became. As for dragons, it seemed that Indrognir could absorb the special abilities of all color dragons. There was no need for him to make contracts with color dragons for repeated stacking. Well, the Polish Frost Queen could be included in the target. Her frost bloodline could even freeze the sea. Although no one knew what the Habsburg bloodline was, they would rather have inbreeding than not to pass it on. It must be a very powerful, special power. As for the remaining positions, they would talk about it later.

Thinking of this, Aenarion issued a new order to the Firewing scouts and spies of the Janissaries: Find something of the Greek generation with powerful and special bloodline, anything will do, and report to me immediately when you find it!

Chapter 243: Tatar Night Devil

Aenarion spent a peaceful winter in Athens, training and eating with the soldiers during the day, and spending the night with his harem enjoying music and dancing. Meanwhile, Firewing quietly sneaked into the rural areas of Macedonia and began to instigate rebellion and riots, as in the story of Thessaly.

However, their actions in Macedonia suffered a setback: 50% of the population there were High Elves, who were barely loyal to Rome, while the other 50% were Yugoslavs. These northern visitors didn't care about the Roman and Mediterranean Empires promoted by Aenarion. In their view, both the Eastern Roman Empire and the Ottoman Empire were bad guys, just with a new master ruling them. They were the remnants of the old Serbian Empire, which made it difficult for the Fire Wings to carry out their work.

And in March, after the busy farming season ended, Muhammad did a big thing: he tore the 13th Legion, which had more than 20,000 soldiers and was seriously overstaffed, into two halves. Among them, Gilman, who was still the commander of the Ultramarines and the warmaster of the Empire, took 10,000 people to Macedonia and joined the Sixth Iskandar Dire Wolves and the Seventh Sultan's Fists stationed there. Together with the Serbian vassal state in the north and the 19th Legion Raven Guard, the four legions plus the most loyal Ottoman dog planned to launch a joint attack on Albania and Athens to retake the two fallen provinces.

The other half of the Ultramarines became a new legion: the 21st Legion, the Scythe of the Sultan. Its commander was Mahmud, his childhood friend. They replaced the Ultramarines in garrisoning the imperial capital and became the Throne Legion, the Sultan's Guard. This half of the legion's soldiers basically grew up with Mahmud and were the Janissaries he trusted the most.

He issued a stern statement to the Eastern Roman Empire, demanding that Constantine XI recognize that he was his suzerain and the legitimate Ottoman Sultan, and that Orhan be handed over immediately, otherwise he would attack Constantinople!

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Constantine XI remained calm in the face of Muhammad's threats, and continued to support Orhan as the Sultan while hiding behind the triple walls of Constantinople. Nothing in the world that could penetrate the walls of Constantinople and the more than a hundred magic towers had yet been built, and he did lack low-level soldiers, but the high-level forces and the magical heritage left over from thousands of years in Rome still existed. Even the Latin Empire could not destroy or control these things from the Roman Empire era.

After receiving this notice, he did two things. First, he selected a princess from the Palaiologos family, an underage daughter of his brother, and married her to Sultan Orhan.

The second thing was to change the guard, to transfer Alleria and the ranger back to Constantinople to garrison in order to deal with possible attacks from the Ottoman Empire. In exchange, he allowed his own sister, Indrognir, to follow Aenarion. The two had been flirting with each other for a long time, so he let her go. A marriage alliance and winning the support of the Angelos family would also be fine.

Aenarion pretended to be a member of the House of Angelos, and not only deceived the Ottomans, but also the Romans.

Aenarion also expressed his emotional stability in the face of the Ottoman offensive. Kronos was the throat of the entrance to Thessaly and was much easier to defend than Athens. It was surrounded by mountains and the sea, with only a narrow throat path between Mount Olympus and the Aegean Sea, which was almost entirely exposed to the range of naval guns. Kronos had also added an outer wall defense system of bastions in the past six months - unless the Ottomans exploded a navy in a short period of time and defeated their navy, Kronos would never fall.

Sure enough, Ji Liman personally investigated and inspected the environment, then fell into silence.

Such a narrow mountain and sea path, a large number of anti-artillery bastion defense systems, a whole legion of garrisons, and the bombardment of naval guns from six carracks... This place has been turned into a dead end by Aenarion. In the absence of naval cover, he would be a sitting duck if he attacked rashly. No matter how many Janissaries there were, they would be crowded on that path and torn to pieces by the artillery from the bastions and the sea.

If I were Aenarion, I would block the southern part of the Mountain-Sea Trail with a bastion, then send a fleet to land, quickly block the northern part of the Mountain-Sea Trail, and block my own legion between the mountains and the sea, still bombarded by artillery... Gilman shuddered, and left without saying a word after the reconnaissance. The Dark Angels of Kronos had not seen any signs of Ottoman attack for several days, and even the scouts could not be found.

At present, Aenarion relied on the dangerous terrain of Greece, the bastions built hundreds of years ago, an entire surrendered Janissary Corps, and the fleet and artillery that he had spent a lot of money to buy, and was able to keep his own piece of land under the Ottoman army.

However, his expansion has become hellishly difficult. He is no longer the small shrimp that the Ottoman Empire doesn't even look at, but a piranha that has torn a piece of meat from the giant whale, which has aroused the empire's high alert. Now in front of him, there are three fully staffed Janissary Corps stationed in Macedonia! There is another legion behind him, and the entire Kingdom of Serbia!

The huge gap between his own population of 1.8 million and the Ottoman Empire's population of 20 million was despairing. Aenarion convened a week-long meeting with his staff but could not think of a way to continue expansion.

At this moment, Aenarion's situation was very similar to that of Zhuge Liang 1,200 years ago. He was trapped in the mountains in the southwest of Greece. His enemy was a huge empire with a population and strength several times greater than his own. He was surrounded by allies. He couldn't attack his allies just to expand and improve his strength. He could only fight the great empire in the north and find a way to bite off a piece of meat from the Ottomans to strengthen his own strength.

However, the size of the empire was too huge, and they had sufficient defenses against him. From the emperor to the legion commander, they might have character flaws, but none of them were fools, they were all elites. He secretly accumulated strength and suddenly burst out to conquer Thessaly, but it would only happen once, and the other side would not give him a second chance.

Under such conditions, the Athenian autocracy could more than protect itself, but expansion was really difficult. Zhuge Liang led seven expeditions to Qishan, but was defeated each time and finally died of worry and fatigue. He believed that he could not do better than Zhuge Liang.

Aenarion looked at the large map of the Aegean Sea and fell into confusion. What should his next move be?

All around, a group of staff officers were also in a state of panic. Now the Athenian autocracy had expanded to its limit. It had allies on the east, south and west sides, and Macedonia, which had gathered three Ottoman legions, on the north. It seemed that they were blocked by Muhammad in the mountains. The majestic and continuous mountains of Greece were a sharp double-edged sword, which blocked the Ottoman advance to the south while also blocking their own advance to the north.

Just when the group was discussing for the second week, Valkia came to report on the work of the Varyag Guards. The girl glanced at the large map where a group of staff officers were arguing and asked curiously.

"What a beautiful map! It's completely different from the ones drawn on sheepskin by priests in our area. Where is my home?"

"This is a map of the Aegean Sea. It only shows the coasts of Greece and Asia Minor. Your home is in the northeastern area and is not marked on the map..."

Aenarion was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that, yes, he had a huge advantage over Shu Han! That was the mountains that separated Shu Han, which was a real Jedi, but what separated Athens and Thessaly was mountains and rivers.

The sea! With such a large navy, I can completely jump out of the Aegean Sea, cross the ocean, and establish enclaves in other places! Strengthen my own power! As for the problem of the enclave being difficult to control, at worst I can appoint one of my own magical pets as the local governor.

A group of staff officers were stunned for a moment, and they all expressed their appreciation for the commander's brilliant idea. Then they took out a map of Europe, placed it on the map of the Aegean Sea, and began to gesture, looking around with Athens as the center.

To the east is the Timurid Empire, and to the south is the Mamluk Sultanate. These two behemoths are on the same level as the Ottoman Empire, so don't even think about it.

To the west is Italy. Although he could restore Rome and return it to the old capital by conquering them, they are all Christian brothers after all. He does not have the qualifications or strength to fall out with them now.

Then, the only choice is the north, and the most eye-catching land in the north is the Crimean Peninsula!

This peninsula extends from the mainland and goes straight into the center of the Black Sea. Whoever controls this peninsula can control the entire Black Sea and threaten the entire northern sea border of the Ottoman Empire. Even in 2023, this place is the most important strategic location. Russia and Ukraine have been fighting for this peninsula for decades.

The climate on the peninsula is the same as that in Greece, with hot summers and warm winters, rainy year-round and never cold. The entire peninsula has large tracts of fertile plains suitable for farming. The mountains to the southeast are rich in iron ore, and the peninsula is connected to the land only by an isthmus a few hundred meters wide, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack, making it an excellent enclave.

What's even more interesting is that according to the intelligence looted from the Ottoman Empire, that peninsula now belongs to the Crimean Khanate, one of the Ottoman vassal states. They are very weak. They are a force that split from the Mongol Golden Horde. Mongolia has long lost control of this area. Now the main ethnic group in the entire country is Tatars, and the rulers are also Tatars.

However, in this fantasy world, the elves call them goat men according to their characteristics, in Polish they are called night demons, and because this group of people feels a bit like succubus, they are contemptuously called "sluts" in Western Europe. The names are very confusing.

As the name suggests, satyrs are half human and half sheep. They have hairy lower limbs, cloven hooves of goats, and a flowing and soft lamb tail on their buttocks. They have horns on their heads, some are curly and large, and some are long and sharp. Each person is different. Their hair is mostly red or chestnut brown, and their hooves and horns are pure black.

This group of Tatars are a group of East European nomads. They are extremely skilled in horse riding and archery. They are also natural bards. In addition to wearing scimitars and bows and arrows on their waists, they always carry musical instruments and wine jugs. They shout and fight wildly amidst the wonderful singing, which is terrifying.

Aenarion felt that his mind was opened. Why bother fighting the Ottomans in Macedonia? Once he conquered Crimea, not only could he make these night demons obey his orders, he could even use it as a base to spread Roman culture and influence to the sparsely populated Eastern Europe, attract a large number of Russians, Slavs, and Vikings as high-quality soldiers, and continuously send them to the battlefield on the southern front to fight against the Ottoman Empire!

Chapter 244: Purple Night Attack, Group 6; Nine 4 Nine Three '6 1' 3 Five Expedition

In March 1452, Aenarion quickly assembled his troops and, relying on the navy's excellent mobility, passed through Constantinople and set out on an expedition to Crimea, to see if there were any familiars worth capturing among the Night Demons. Firewing had been searching for a whole winter in Greece, but felt that there was nothing he particularly wanted. Now that he was strong enough, he had to carefully select the last six familiars.

He took three of the six caravels, and all members of Varyag's amphibious special forces were mobilized, including three thousand of the six thousand musketeers and only five hundred cavalrymen who were Mongolian orcs familiar with the terrain of Eastern Europe.

Then there were thirty 72-pound field guns mounted on two-horse carriages, with a caliber of 1.36mm and capable of firing 3 kg iron shells. Each gun weighed two hundred kilograms.

Finally, there are 10 121mm caliber 5.44-pound siege guns that can fire 12 metric iron bullets. Each gun weighs 880 kilograms and requires six horses to pull it. In addition, there are various old stone-throwing cannons on the three ships, as well as the newly replaced integrated cannons. It is not enough to conquer the entire Crimean Khanate, but it is more than enough to catch Crimea off guard and occupy several cities as bridgeheads. Subsequent troops are being slowly delivered later.

The soldiers were selected. As for the personnel, Aenarion brought Indrognir and the three Gorgon sisters with him in addition to Llane, who he carried with him on a daily basis. Over the winter, Llane's training progress was very slow. Although he had developed every part of her body and every inch of her noble and fair skin was desecrated by his whiteness, the female knight still did not succumb. Because of their high perception, the clergymen's physical sensitivity is several times higher than that of ordinary people, and their willpower is also several times stronger than that of ordinary people.

Although I see her steadfast chastity

It's fun to cleanse your face and collapse in one climax after another, but it gets boring if you play it too much.

As for contracting her as a magical pet... I have already contracted a Slav, and gave her a beast curse that can turn any target into an animal. I can take my time with training her.

Inarion held the little snake Sisina in his arms and looked out at the sea. As he himself was promoted to level eight, the underage little loli was also forcibly promoted by 8 levels, growing to the level of a young girl. The human half of her body alone was one meter tall, and her snake tail was four times the size of a human. If she grew two more levels, she would probably become a behemoth like Euryale. This made Sisina very excited: a Gorgon would take more than ten years to grow this big, but because of the pet contract, she had reached this size in more than a year!

My sister is not under a contract. If she continues to grow at this rate, when she is older, I will be able to beat her!

The only one who felt troubled was Aenarion. He was used to holding the little snake, but now that it had grown bigger, it was too heavy to hold.

"Have you been hanging out with those Slaanesh pirates for too long?"

Indrognir was wearing an elegant and luxurious toga that covered her graceful body. The purple robe matched her long purple hair perfectly.

She frowned, looking at Aenarion who was entangled with the little snake like glue. The cyan-gold snake scales almost completely wrapped around Aenarion. She wished that all her skin could be rubbed against him. The two of them were so intimate that they didn't seem like normal people.

Indrognir moved closer reservedly, sniffed the scent of Aenarion gently, and frowned slightly.

"When I saw you two years ago, I felt that you were still a normal elf. Now the smell on you is getting closer to those Slaanesh pirates, a smell of demons."

"Because I have a Slaanesh demon of the God sealed in my body. You have also seen her. She is the admiral of the Slaanesh fleet. The scent you smelled should be hers."

Aenarion explained. Indrognir snorted and walked away gracefully. His purple eyes, sharp as daggers, scanned the body of the little snake, as if he was a little jealous of her relationship with Aenarion.

Aenarion said nothing, and this huge fleet arrived in Sevastopol in a mighty manner.

If controlling the Crimean Peninsula is equivalent to controlling the Black Sea, then controlling Sevastopol is equivalent to controlling the sea power of half of the Crimean Peninsula. This is the gateway to the Black Sea and a place that military strategists must fight for. The Tatars also know the importance of this place and have very strict defenses.

However, Aenarion looked from afar and found that there were no cannons in their towers. They only used simple catapults and scorpion crossbows. Their defense fleet had no huge ships like the carrack, and even 30-meter-class galleys were very rare. The soldiers were rarely equipped with iron armor, and the goat men were all wearing furs.

"I feel like Eastern Europe is so backward. We are not even on the same level as the Ottomans."

Aenarion lamented the inferiority of the enemy's equipment.

"Of course. The Tatars are a group of nomadic people on the grasslands. The Ottoman Empire, a huge empire spanning Europe and Asia, did not attach importance to the navy, so you can't expect these Tatars to do so. The top powers in Eastern Europe are Lithuania and Poland, but their core territories are all in the north. They have little interest in the dark swamps and frozen soil in the south. Apart from being beaten by the Ottomans, these Tatars have almost no natural enemies. All they do every day is capture slaves with their cavalry."

Indrognir's dissatisfaction with these Tatars was evident in his words.

"The Tatars were the first link in the slave trade chain in Eastern Europe. These bastards rode horses to Eastern European villages to capture Slavs, Rus, and Vikings as slaves, or instigated a fight between several Eastern European villages and then went to the winner's territory to buy captives. If the winner was weak, they would simply kill them all.

After these slaves were captured, they were all sent to Kaffa, the notorious slave city, by the Tatars. They were sold to the Ottomans as Janissaries and to the Egyptians as Mamluks. Genoa also acted as a middleman and opened many slave shops in Kaffa, buying slaves from the Tatars on one hand and selling them in Kaffa on the other. The souls of these people should go to hell!!!"

Looking at the indignant Indragnir, Aenarion said nothing. When he was short of manpower, he also bought Eastern European slaves to work in the mines like the Genoese. Although he gave them the status and treatment of citizens, it was indeed an easy thing to do but not a pleasant thing to do.

"Then let's defeat these Tatars in Crimea together. Indrognir, the strength of the Ottoman Empire largely comes from the eighteen Janissary slave legions, half of which come from the European territories and several vassal states they occupied, and the other half from the slave trade in the Black Sea. If we can defeat Crimea, the efficiency of the remaining seventeen Janissary legions in replenishing their troops will be greatly reduced."

Aenarion stood up, gently pulled off the little snake that was wrapped around her, and placed it on the deck. She had grown up in size, but her mind was still that of a child.

"Ok!"

Indrognir nodded heavily, his pupils turned into dangerous needle-like shapes, and he spoke eagerly.

"Let's burn this city to ashes."

Aenarion nodded, and an extremely thick thorn tail suddenly sprang out from Indrognir's hips, wrapped around Aenarion's waist, and threw him into the sky. When he fell, the little princess of the Eastern Roman Empire had transformed into a

A ten-meter-long dragon with three heads.

She flapped her wings and soared into the air, and used her broad back to catch Aenarion steadily. Her huge body made of colorful dragon scales drew a colorful arc in the air, and rushed towards the city of Kafa with a violent airflow. The three heads of red, blue and green simultaneously burst into terrifying dragon roars!

Chapter 245: Khorne Charge

Indrognir was like a beam of red, green and blue lightning, roaring across the sky and appearing in front of these night demons, causing the citizens to scream in fear. The night demon soldiers wearing fur and leather armor rushed forward, pulling their composite shortbows into dangerous full moons and shooting sharp and deadly steel arrows!

Then, all those arrows were bounced away by the extremely strong tri-colored dragon scales.

Indrognir's red dragon head was aimed at the enemy on the ground. She opened her huge mouth and a violent airflow carrying high-temperature burning flames gushed out of her mouth. The flames were a bright orange-red color, carrying the destructive power of a dragon, like a raging wave of flames covering the sky, or like a collapsed and shattered red sky, instantly engulfing half of the port!

For a moment, the explosion of flames, the wailing of the Night Demons, and the sound of wood disintegrating intertwined into a death knell of destruction. The dragon flames spread rapidly across the wooden port and wooden ships. The buildings in the port were quickly engulfed by the raging flames, making waves of collapse. Thick smoke filled the air, shrouding the entire port in darkness and destruction.

At this moment, Indrognir retracted his wings, erected his body, and swooped down rapidly like a hunting bird of prey. His brightly colored scales tore through the air, making a creepy, shrill scream!

"boom!!!"

The dragon's two strong and powerful hind claws trampled heavily on a tall tower. Relying on the acceleration force of the dive and its own terrifying mass, it directly crushed the tall tower. Pieces of stone and wood were crushed into pieces and splashed in all directions. The scorpion crossbows, catapults, and some night demons in the tower were blown in all directions like kites with broken strings, and then covered by the same flying rubble, turning into a bloody blazing wreckage.

"Boom-"

Indrognir stood above the burning port, with her three heads raised high. The blazing flames of thousands of degrees were like the cool breeze of early spring, gently brushing across her tri-colored dragon scales. Her majestic, yet colorful body seemed even larger and more majestic in the flames. She flapped her huge wings, raising waves of flaming winds and flames that devoured everything nearby. The night demons fled in all directions under the threat of Indrognir, and screams and cries filled the entire port!

The other two dragon heads of Indrognir spewed blue lightning and green acid at the fleeing night demons. He felt a great satisfaction in his heart as he watched each person being instantly blasted into black charcoal by the blue lightning and their flesh and blood being corroded by the strong acid, turning into pools of liquid flesh and blood mud.

He suddenly soared from a level 3 warlock to a level 8 warlock, and mutated into a three-headed dragon. He suddenly gained such powerful strength, but was almost killed by Lion's Holy Slash in the first battle, which made Indrognir very unhappy.

This time, I can finally experience this powerful force!

The dragon flames all over the sky quickly paralyzed the port defense system of Sevastopol. Following closely behind were the Varyag Guards. Led by Valkia and Deba, their Viking longships, as sharp as knives, quickly sailed into the burning port. After putting on a layer of chain mail as quickly as possible, they climbed onto several flat areas, holding heavy muskets in one hand and moon blade axes in the other, formed neat square formations, and began to charge into the city!

All evil gods have two sides. Slaanesh represents both the decadent enjoyment of extravagance and lust, and also the extreme pursuit of perfect victory.

These Vikings who believed in Khorne had the bloody and cruel slaughtering side of butchers, but they also had the military side that obeyed discipline and orders.

The Romans were too fast, and Aenarion was despicable for launching a war without declaration. Anyway, the Crimean Khanate was Muslim, so they didn't have to be moral when dealing with pagans. As a result, by the time the defenders of Savastopol came to their senses, two thousand Varangians had almost killed their way through the entire city!

"Quick! Defend! Defend!"

Amid the roars of the local defenders, a large number of sheep men wearing leather armor finally gathered. Holding spears and short bows and marching with hairy legs, they charged forward in the narrow city alleys. The Varangians stuck their crescent axes into the ground, placed the heavy muskets that had been loaded and compacted with ammunition on the axe blades, and directly began the last step of shooting: lighting the matchlock.

Every time the Varyags pulled the trigger, the burning match would penetrate deep into the gun chamber, igniting the gunpowder, and the deafening explosion would tear the silent air apart. One after another, extremely heavy iron bullets, accompanied by the flames and fire produced by the explosion, whizzed out of the gun chamber! Drawing a lightning-fast, strange curve, the burning airflow and white gunpowder smoke quickly spread around along with the sound of shooting, as if the entire street was instantly ignited.