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For a moment, the technological fire of black powder and the magical flame of the dragon intertwined, spreading and splashing in all directions, forming a blazing hell of flames.

Indrognir cheered as the second dragon fire came, melting the cannons, burning the artillerymen, and detonating the explosives depot. She was usually so dignified and reserved, but after turning into a dragon she became so cheerful and crazy.

The dragon's attack was too fast, and there was no time to rescue. The flames burned extremely fiercely, and black smoke filled the air, covering the entire sky. The flames illuminated everything around, forming an orange-red hell scene. Explosions and roars came one after another, full of terror and despair. People were trapped in the sea of ​​fire and had nowhere to escape. Their bodies were engulfed by flames, their skin was charred, and screams and cries for help filled the entire position.

A minute later, the rescue arrived, but half of the artillery positions were destroyed by dragon flames. A night demon girl came riding a horse. She was wearing white wolf fur without a trace of color. Her face was very delicate and exquisite, and her facial features were extremely soft. Her pale eyes flashed with strange magical colors. A pair of delicate goat horns extended forward through her long hair that was as pale as frost. Two furry white goat hooves stretched out from the wolfskin skirt, and graceful curves extended from under her flexible waist.

Suddenly, the night demon sang a moving song, bent his bow and drew his arrow, and shot rapidly at the dragon. Indrognir didn't even bother to dodge the arrow - that thing flew so high, how could it have the strength to penetrate my tri-colored dragon scales?

But the next second, an accident happened. The moment the three arrows touched the dragon scales, a bone-chilling frost explosion broke out. A thick layer of frost covered and froze dozens of Indrognir's colorful scales. Those frozen dragon scales became extremely fragile and shattered along with the frost under the impact of the arrows! Indrognir screamed in pain!

Aenarion looked a little serious and glanced at it.

[Yrel] (Night Stalker/Dragonborn)

等级13（3级德鲁伊+2级游荡者+5级吟游诗人+3级君士坦丁七弦琴手）

Health 88, Mana 50

弓箭命中+17，物理伤害1~6，冰霜伤害8~48。

Defense 6 (Agility +4, Leather Armor +2)

Strength 10, Agility 26, Constitution 12

Intelligence 6, Wisdom 18, Charisma 18

[Inspire Dragon Flame·White Dragon Bloodline]: All friendly forces that hear the song gain +8~48 points of frost damage.

It turns out to be the Inspire Dragon Flame, a very rare variant of the poet that can only be used by Dragon Blood poets. It replaces the morale boost of +8 hit and +8 damage with +8~48 elemental damage.

Constantine the Lyrist is a very special advanced class that can improve the spellcasting ability of both the bard and the druid. She is a level 3 druid, a level 5 bard, and a level 3 lyrist. Together, she has the spellcasting ability of a level 8 bard and a level 6 druid.

It is said that during the heyday of the Roman Empire, each legion was equipped with several lyre players to serve as military musicians. The playing of the lyre could improve the combat capability of the entire army. However, this profession has long been weakened now, and it is difficult to see this profession even in Constantinople. Where did she, a steppe Tatar, learn this?

Seeing that her three arrows failed to shoot down the dragon, the night demon girl chanted something and summoned groups of prairie wolves. These wolves were made up of tree bark, thorns, and vines. They howled and summoned roots and vines from the earth, which soared into the sky!

This Aenarion is very familiar. He is the Druid's Greenbound Summoning, and Astariel also likes to use it.

"Keep burning the cannons, then just retreat. I'll hold her off."

Aenarion looked towards the dragonblood poet and summoned the skeleton giant that covered his entire body. The skull that was flashing purple light cast a spell at the same time as himself, and four terrifying burning laser fire lines whizzed down from the sky!

The blazing flames moved madly along with the gazes of the man and the skeleton, cutting through the earth like the scythe of the god of death, leaving deep burning marks on the battlefield, burning several green-bound demon wolves in half, and forcing the poet to retreat again and again, unable to draw his bow and arrow.

And Indrognir also took the opportunity to burn and destroy more cannons and ammunition depots, blowing the entire Genoese artillery position into chaos, leaving no trace of the land.

Chapter 255: Walking into a Trap

"Come down if you can!"

Yrel was furious. She dodged Aenarion's double psychic bombardment while finding time to draw her bow and arrow. She was not that strong, just about the level of the Janissary leader.

But the poet's ability to increase group damage by 8 to 48 points was too terrifying. Even if there was a level one Tatar warrior nearby who drew his bow and shot arrows, Aenarion had to be careful. Anyone who could hear her singing would have their damage greatly increased. Indrognir cast a spell to protect himself from ice energy and a spell to resist ice energy, but he could not withstand the dense rain of arrows.

Fortunately, the cannon has been destroyed at this moment.

Indrognir didn't want to play with them anymore. He spread his wings again and climbed upwards. Amid the gnashing roars of the Tatars, he disappeared into the clouds.

At this moment, the situation on the front battlefield had become very bad. Aenarion's central army was completely penetrated by the Tatar cavalry, and the left and right wings were suppressed because of their small number of people. They were even about to be surrounded and annihilated by the highly mobile Tatars.

Just when everyone was in despair, Aenarion gave the order for the entire army to retreat.

The soldiers were somewhat depressed. Was the battle lost? Forget it. As long as they could survive, they would be killed by the Tatars if they didn't run away.

For a moment, the Mongolian cavalry relied on their mobility to run away. Varyag and the phalanx soldiers were somewhat well-trained. They shot and retreated at the same time. While fighting and retreating, they also killed the approaching Tatar cavalry with rounds of volleys from their muskets. If anyone dared to rush forward, a dense forest of spears would be waiting for them.

As for the conscripted spearmen and the Slavic musketeers trained by Aenarion using slaves, they suffered a crushing defeat. Under the enemy's oppression and the order to retreat, hope for life emerged in their hearts. Everyone wanted to quickly escape the battlefield of blood and fire and return to the safe city. The Tatar Khan seized this opportunity and ordered all his main forces to attack these two groups of soldiers, trying to defeat them in one fell swoop!

War horses came in waves, feather arrows streaked across the sky, scimitars tore flesh apart, and the Tatars attacked with incredible swiftness. The poets' throat singing, the warriors' war cries, the horses' neighing, and the whistling sounds of arrows intertwined into a terrifying war song that crushed the morale of these conscripted soldiers.

Suddenly, the army's retreat turned into a rout, and then into a defeat. Most of the battlefield fell into chaos, and the soldiers threw away their weapons and ran around in panic. Their faces were filled with fear and despair, and their eyes revealed helplessness and panic.

All the soldiers had completely lost their organization and discipline. Tens of thousands of them were crowded together, trampling on each other, scrambling to escape the battlefield. The pace was hurried and chaotic, and the battlefield was filled with shouts, cries, and cries for help. The soldiers crowded together, scrambling to escape, but were often driven by panic and could not find a way out. In the chaotic crowd, some people were injured and fell down, and some fell to the ground and could not get up again. They were immediately trampled into pools of bloody flesh by hundreds of feet. They could not save themselves and could only let the chaotic footsteps trample them.

At this moment, the situation was so chaotic that it could not be resolved. Aenarion rode Indrognir and personally guarded the rear, burning the earth with dragon fire to hinder the charge of the Tatar cavalry. He covered his two thousand Varangians and one thousand phalanx soldiers, slowly retreated to the coast outside the city of Kaffa, and fled by boat. At this moment, they were the only army on the battlefield without any chaos.

The Tatars ignored Aenarion, laughing and charging once more, crushing the fleeing men, not caring that half of the levies were Tatars like themselves, and that wagons were abandoned on the battlefield, blocking the way of escape. Fire and smoke filled the air, adding to the atmosphere of confusion and panic, and now the people turned their backs on the enemy and fled back to the city, where many more died in the panic than at the hands of the Tatars.

The Tatar cavalry trampled on the corpses of the conscripted soldiers and chased them all the way into the city of Kaffa!

The battle situation has been decided.

At this moment, the thirteen Tatar chieftains of the Crimean Peninsula, seeing the victory of the war, all began to have ideas. According to the spy report, Aenarion had a silver mountain in the city. Considering that he owned the largest silver mine in the Aegean world and had captured the slave city of Caffa, he must have plundered a large amount of wealth from Genoese merchants. This could not be false.

If I go first, I will definitely have a share of the silver mountain. If I go late, the other chiefs may take it all.

Moreover, although there was nothing to rob from the more than 10,000 conscripted spearmen, the 5,000 Slavic slave soldiers were all equipped with matchlocks, black powder, and iron bullets. Those things were very valuable! There were so many wealthy Genoese and Ottoman merchants in the city, and there were at least 5,000 to 6,000 slaves, many of which were top-quality goods.

According to the old rules, we can plunder this rich city! So what are you waiting for? The sooner you go, the sooner you can rob. If you go late, you will have no silver coins!

Driven by interests, the Tatar chiefs became furious and commanded their cavalry to rush into the city, fearing that they would be too late and their money, slaves, and other things would be snatched away by soldiers from other tribes. The chaotic scene of them rushing into the city was no better than that of a defeated army.

The Tatar Khan was also a little excited at the moment. He kept muttering about the treasures in the city of Kaffa and rushed into the city with his cavalry. A team of Tatar cavalry came to the warehouse where Aenarion stored silver coins. After cutting the chain with a knife, the silver coins in the warehouse poured out like a tide, submerging their knees, and making these nomads scramble for them like crazy!

By noon, almost all the Tatars had entered the city and began killing, looting, and a revelry.

While the Tatars celebrated their victory, the Roman army sighed on the ship, their morale low because of the defeat. I don't know why Aenarion fought this war this way? We all said it wouldn't work, but you still did it this way, and now you're defeated.

The Roman soldiers looked at their commander's god.

There is some dissatisfaction and anger.

"What are you doing?! Is the war over? You are all lying on the deck! Is this how I train you?"

Aenarion strode over and asked his soldiers loudly, but the soldiers were listless and almost no one responded. This was still a good thing. Some Varangian soldiers who believed in Khorne had flames of anger in their eyes, and they seemed to want to tear Aenarion to pieces. Their boss was defeated, so did it mean that he had not received the blessing of the God of War at all? Why should I stick with him then?

If this man hadn't ridden a dragon to cover everyone's retreat, showing he had some backbone, there might have been a mutiny now.

"The war is over."

An elven general looked dejected.

"Warmaster, we have lost this war."

"Lose? Lost where?"

Aenarion walked among the defeated soldiers, a confident smile on his face.

"The 35,000 Tatar cavalrymen and the 5,000 Genoese are now rushing into the city of Kaffa out of greed and looting! I only used 100,000 dinars and some weapons to lure them all into the city of Kaffa!

Now, those cavalrymen who came and went like the wind were all wrapped up in the city walls and trapped in the streets! The mobility of the cavalrymen was completely deprived! Moreover, the food reserves of the city of Kaffa had long been moved to the ship by me. Now the city of Kaffa is a Jedi with countless silver coins but almost no food! Moreover, the Genoese cannons were destroyed by me and Indrognir at the beginning of the war. Now, the 40,000 Tatars in the city are 40,000 sheep waiting to be slaughtered!

Now, everyone, attack! Recapture the five gates of Caffa! Defend the narrow passage! Trap the 40,000 Tatar enemy troops in the city! We did lose the last war, but now we must win the next one! I will not take a penny of the loot from this war, all belongs to you! For God! For the Empire! For the Senate and the Roman people!!!"

During Aenarion's impassioned speech, the defeated soldiers were surprised, gradually sorted out their thoughts, and rekindled their strong fighting spirit.

Yes, the Tatar cavalry is not good at attacking cities. At this moment, they are all trapped in the city, and the Genoese cannons have been destroyed by dragon fire. As long as we take back the five city gates, their huge forces will not be able to play a role in the narrow corridor that can only accommodate six horses abreast! However, our shotguns, matchlocks, and spear phalanxes can exert their maximum power in such a narrow terrain! It is too easy to block them with the terrain!

"For God! For the Empire! For the Senate and the Roman people!!!"

Soldiers climbed up from the deck one by one, holding their weapons and shouting as they fought! Aenarion led the way, bringing two thousand Varangians, one thousand phalanx soldiers, and five hundred Mongolian orcs back to the battlefield.

At this moment, several ships were coming from afar. The two thousand phalanx soldiers stationed in Sevastopol and Amiansk completely ignored the two cities and arrived at the battlefield under the order of the war commander. As long as they could annihilate the main force of the Tatars and the Khan here, the two cities could be recaptured!

Amidst the soul-stirring war cries and under the red flags fluttering in the wind, more than 5,000 Roman soldiers landed again on the coast near the city of Caffa. Aenarion dismantled the 30 field guns into five parts, six guns in each part, and with the help of 1,000 soldiers, they quickly captured the five gates. Five hundred Mongolian orcs cleared the enemies outside and served as a mobile reserve.

The Tatar army was completely lost in the killing and looting. Not to mention the soldiers, even the chieftain and the Khan were obsessed with looting. They thought that Aenarion had lost and they had won the war. There were only a few soldiers who happened to be looting at the city gate. The murderous Romans killed them quickly with thunder and lightning! They immediately deployed defenses at the city gate.

By the time the Tatar Khan learned from the horrified reports of several wounded soldiers that the Romans had returned, the five gates of Kaffa had been retook by Aenarion. The huge navy slowly sailed into the port, blocked the harbor, and opened fire on the Tatars who were looting in the port area!

At this moment, the Tatar Khan finally understood Aenarion's entire plan and his face turned extremely pale.

It's broken! We are trapped in Kaffa!!!

Chapter 256: Turtle in a Jar

"The Romans are coming back! They have blocked the port and the city gates! The situation is too unfavorable for my warriors, I must gather the troops immediately!!!"

Everybody, stop the fucking robbery! Follow me to the city gate! Retake the city gate!!!"

The Tatar Khan was somewhat panicked and immediately began to assemble his troops. Other chiefs also realized the seriousness of the problem and tried to retake the city gate corridor.

By the time they had regrouped, the Romans had already established a defense line at the city gate and controlled the nearby towers and battlements, ready for battle.

When the Tatar cavalry reached two hundred meters, they were greeted by a round of intensive musket fire. The musketeers hid in the towers and on the battlements and formed three lines, shooting the enemy mercilessly with Aenarion's Thunder. These cavalrymen could not deploy at all in the narrow streets. They were crowded together, unable to run or charge, and could only become living targets for the muskets.

After several rounds of shooting, dozens of horses and Tatar corpses were piled up on the streets near the city gate. These corpses became natural flesh and blood.

Barrier, blocking the advance of the remaining Tatars.

After they finally rushed to the nearby area despite suffering huge losses, what was waiting for them was indeed a phalanx of spearmen. The first and second rows of shield spearmen held up three-meter-long spears, while the third, fourth and fifth rows of super-long spearmen held up four to seven-meter-long spears. The spears of the five rows of soldiers were stacked densely in front of the first row of soldiers, which was frightening to look at.

Before the Tatars could verify whether their cavalry could break through the spear phalanx head-on, the three-pound cannon behind the spearmen opened fire first. With each roar, dozens of small iron bullets whistled out of the barrel! Against the backdrop of fire and smoke, they whistled and tore through the sky, smashing and piercing the bodies of two or three enemies in a row with a devastating force, and then fell to the ground powerlessly along with these smashed corpses and the flying blood.

The dense formation was an excellent target for the cannon, not to mention that the Romans almost waited for the enemy to rush to their faces before firing! Every time the 3-pound field gun emitted a deafening roar, it could knock down dozens of Tatar cavalrymen and their horses, killing them in a panic. Those who were not killed would also be frightened by the terrifying efficiency of firearms, trembling with fear, and directly lost the courage to charge and fled in panic.

At the two city gates guarded by the Varangians, although they did not have spear phalanxes to counter the cavalry, the muskets of these Khorne lunatics were much more powerful than those of the phalanx soldiers.

As for how to counter the charge? I will charge myself! After a round of bombardment by shotguns, they picked up axes and charged the cavalry directly. The giant battle axes chopped the horses' feet and the cavalry, killing them with blood and heads rolling. They also repelled the Tatars' charge. These herdsmen were very strong. The nomads on horseback had much stronger combat effectiveness than the conscripted farmers, but they were still not good enough when facing the professional soldiers of the farming civilization who did not produce anything and specialized in killing.

The Tatars' first attack failed, and the Romans quickly demolished nearby houses and mixed the corpses of Tatars and horses to build a temporary defense line.

Varyag quickly cut off the heads of the dead and erected several Jingguans in front of him. While offering them as sacrifices to the blood god, he also used them as roadblocks for war horses. He spent every minute and every second to improve his defense system.

And Aenarion rode his dragon and flew in the sky, watching carefully which gate the Tatar Khan and other elite troops would break out from, so that he could intercept them as quickly as possible.

After the Tatar Khan used some lives to test the scale of the Roman defense, he launched a second general attack. Five night demons wearing white bear fur, who looked like chieftains, led a group of soldiers wearing chain mail and breastplate armor and advanced towards the five city gates at the same time. Four bards sang together, letting the impassioned war song soar into the sky! All the heavy armored cavalry were greatly strengthened by the singing, and they marched forward with murderous intent.

Then they understood what it meant that times had changed.

Before this group of people came into the range of bows and arrows, the 3-pound field gun was directly replaced with solid iron bullets and began bombardment from a distance of meters. The Tatars were blown into panic without even launching an attack. Two chiefs were directly scared away, and only three chiefs launched a thundering attack on the three gates!

"Indragnir! Take me to the north gate! And then you go to the east!!!"

Aenarion roared, and Drognir immediately swooped down from the sky, dragging a three-colored demon shadow across the blue sky. The surging dragon flame was like a waterfall falling from the sky, watering and burning everything within sight, burning the night demons and war horses to ashes!

In this terrifying sea of ​​​​burning flames, eight sharp blades shining with purple light screamed down from the sky! Six transforming blades accurately pierced the hearts of six night demons, knocking them off their horses. Their bodies were nailed to the ground by long swords. The sword of Kane screamed and killed the poet who was singing endlessly, making his singing come to an abrupt end. The spear of the god of wine pierced out from the top of a poet's head, pierced out from his chrysanthemum, and ruthlessly penetrated the warhorse under his crotch!

While the Tatars were in chaos, a slender demon shadow quietly landed under the background of dragon flames. Six arms covered with purple magic patterns quietly bloomed like iris petals. The eight sharp blades that shot and killed eight Tatars once again flashed purple halos, suspended in the sea of ​​fire, and floated towards the six-armed demon shadow. The two transformation blades returned to the dimension bag, and the remaining six weapons were caught by the six demon arms one by one, forming an even more terrifying scene in the flames! The trembling demon spirit energy swept across the battlefield like a tide! Some timid Tatars even foamed at the mouth and fainted from fear!

"Who are you? Leave your name!"

The Tatar chieftain, who was influenced by Mongolian or Zhendan culture, was still in shock and asked the name of the visitor, but Aenarion ignored him and directly started the demon sacrifice. In an instant, a layer of dark purple flame ring covered him. All the Tatars nearby were set on fire by the flame ring and screamed under the burning of purple flames!

Aenarion raised his eyes and stared at the Tatar chieftain, who was only an eighth-level warrior. His domination technique easily shattered the opponent's defense and turned him into his slave, making his eyes show the most fanatical admiration and loyalty to himself!

Then, one of the thirteen chieftains of the Crimean Peninsula, in front of all his soldiers, drew out his scimitar with a fanatical look on his face, slashed his throat and committed suicide. His body, with blood gushing from his neck, fell powerlessly from his horse to the ground, twitching a few times.

The Tatar heavy cavalry nearby were stunned by the series of sensational scenes and had no idea what was happening.

A few gates away, Indrognir used dragon flames to burn the second chieftain away, and the crazy girl Valkia led a hundred Khorne Chosen wearing brass plate armor to launch a counterattack! The infantry broke through the cavalry formation alive, and in the bloody and cruel fierce fight, a spear stabbed the third chieftain off his horse, smashed his neck with the edge of the shield, and offered his head to the blood god.

The three-line attack was thwarted. The Tatar Khan was now panicking, realizing that he was trapped. No matter how many people he had, they could only attack those who rushed into the corridor and engaged in the battle. His numerical advantage was gone. The mobility and roundaboutness of the cavalry were completely wiped out by the intricate city alleys and towering city walls. The terrain was too unfavorable for them.

He quickly ordered his confidants to check how much food was in Kafa's granary, how many days it could feed 40,000 people, and how much time he had left to find a way out of the predicament. Then, he got an answer that made him dizzy: there was not a grain of rice in the granary. Now, we only have a few days of dry food that the herdsmen carried with them.

Chapter 257: Giant Transformation

"Where are the guns? Where are the Genoese guns? Let them blow up the Roman positions! Blow them back! Blow them back!"

The Tatar Khan panicked and asked quickly.

"Khan, Genoa..."

The three chiefs who were in the same despair spoke with cold sweat and trembling.

"As soon as the battle started, the Genoese artillery was killed by Aenarion riding a dragon! We didn't realize why he had the ability to behead and capture the flag, but he didn't attack you, but destroyed the cannon. It's too late to figure it out now."

"Yes."

Another chief echoed.

"Some of the cannons were indeed just blown over and not damaged, but all the Genoa gunners were killed. Our herdsmen and the remaining Genoa musketeers simply don't know how to operate those heavy guns."

The Tatar Khan was a little surprised, but after seeing the panicked soldiers, he forced himself to calm down and spoke calmly.

"Don't panic! They only have 5,000 people, and they are guarding five gates. Each gate has less than 1,000 defenders. Our numerical advantage cannot be used in a narrow place. However, as long as we gather an elite force and focus on breaking through a gate, we will be able to kill them and rush out!"

With the Khan's assurance, the soldiers barely calmed down. All the chiefs and elite soldiers gathered together to form an extremely elite and brave assault spearhead, and with the amplification of the most powerful bard, they began the second concentrated assault.

Their lineup was quite luxurious. The Tatar Khan personally participated in the battle. He was a level 15 combat priest. The remaining chiefs were all professionals of levels 8-12. Four bards above level 12 escorted them. Others who participated in the battle were all professionals above level 4. Their combat capabilities were comparable to that of a Janissary warlord and his guards.

In order to counter artillery and muskets, they also made sufficient preparations. The Khan called all the priests among the Tatars and cast a magic spell, Entropy Shield, on the spearhead company responsible for the assault. Colorful and bizarre shields floated in front of everyone, giving a 20% chance of loss for long-range weapons.

Afterwards, the priests cast a first-level spell, Shield of Piety, which enhanced the target's armor by two points. When everything was ready, this elite spearhead company of 120 people, under the cover of the Genoese musketeers, chose an intersection guarded by the Varyag and began the assault.

This time, the Tatars did not launch a sudden attack. Instead, they formed the Genoese musketeers into skirmish lines, some guarding the intersections, some climbing onto the roofs, and some hiding in the ruins to engage in a passionate battle with Varyag. Countless lead bullets whistled through the sky, smashing roadblocks, shattering walls, and creating bloody holes in the bodies of the soldiers on both sides!