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After all, the Varyag Guards are better at close combat, and the musket is just a long-range auxiliary means. However, these Genoese mercenaries are veterans who have fought on the battlefield. Moreover, the Khan has deployed a full 4,000 Genoese musketeers, which is four times the number of the Varyag Guards.

After several rounds of firing, the Varyag actually showed signs of being suppressed by firepower.

"Switch to solid bullets! Smash them to pieces!"

Seeing that the enemy did not charge and instead exchanged musket fire, Valkia roared and ordered the artillery to open fire. This was their advantage. No matter how many Genoese there were, their artillery had been destroyed.

Field artillery fired rapidly, iron bullets whistled and tore through the sky, houses collapsed with a deafening roar, and the artillery ruthlessly destroyed the defenses built by the Genoese and the ruins that avoided the shooting, exposing them to the range of Varyag, and then they were killed like weeds by Aenarion's thunder!

However, there were too many of them, and the artillery fire suppression was still extremely fierce. At this moment, the Tatar Khan felt that it was about time, so he drew out his scimitar and led everyone to charge when the artillery had just stopped bombing and was reloading!

"Allah! Hu Akbar!!!"

The Tatar Khan roared and charged forward, applying seven priests' buff spells to himself in succession, increasing his strength, agility, and various combat abilities.

The storm surged! A desperate charge against the Varyag position!

"Okay, okay! Don't move! I'm here! I'm going to sacrifice this guy's blood to the Blood God!!!"

Valkia was not afraid at all. Instead, her eyes lit up. Her fair skin was covered with blood-colored mist. She turned into a giant in her rage. A 15-meter-tall female giant suddenly appeared in the sight of all the Tatars in the high-temperature steam flying all over the sky! It was like a tower made of flesh, blood and brass!

Valkia raised her eight-meter-long leg and kicked out with a flying kick. Her huge toes were like a small mountain, carrying suffocating wind pressure, and kicked directly on the chest of the Tatar Khan's horse. With the blessing of Khorne and the power bonus brought by giantization, she kicked both the man and the horse away with one blow!

The Tatars opened their mouths in astonishment and twisted their necks, watching their leader spitting blood in the air, flying backwards and falling heavily dozens of meters away, their eyes full of astonishment.

"Don't be afraid! That Viking giant is just very strong and heavy! She's not a high level! She's only level eight! She's not a strong enemy at all!"

The dragonblood poet Yrel immediately stood up and stabilized the morale of the army. In order to verify her words, she drew her bow and shot three arrows at the female giant, all of which hit the face. The horrible frost completely covered the giant's face and froze it. Then the cold frost and snow, along with the flesh and blood on his face, shattered all. The cold blood fell from the sky like a waterfall, revealing his white bones.

Sudden by this severe blow, Valkia roared and prepared to kick Irel for the second time, but the opponent was faster! The icy arrow screamed and tore through the sky, landing on his legs, freezing them and solidifying them into a cold ice sculpture.

The other Tatars also drew their bows and arrows. Under the chanting of the White Dragon poet, all of their arrows had +8 to 48 points of frost damage. Arrows enchanted with ice whistled and tore through the air one after another, falling from the sky like a violent storm!

The Genoese musketeers lurking in all directions also opened fire in unison. These bullets and arrows all possessed the magic of ice in her singing, shooting the 15-meter-tall giant into a hedgehog while freezing and solidifying it into a huge ice sculpture, which then shattered into ice chips all over the ground.

Valkia was actually hit by a round of concentrated fire and was directly beaten back to human form. Her face turned extremely pale due to cold and blood loss.

"Everyone! Charge now!!!"

Irel took over the command and continued the assault with the entire army, but at this moment, a door made purely of psychic energy opened from mid-air. Inside the door frame was a magnificent and brilliant sea of ​​stars.

Six people in total walked out of the random door. One of them was a girl wearing black and green armor. She waved her hand and pulled up the seriously injured and dying Valkia. Her pale face gradually regained its color.

"Ha! Aenarion! This time, you finally got off the dragon's back!"

Yrel was ecstatic, and he bent his bow and shot an arrow straight at Aenarion's head, but the next second, the heat in the air soared, and billowing steam rose straight into the sky! The four Khorne Vikings turned into three 15-meter-tall giants, and stood behind Aenarion with Valkia.

The Tatars raised their heads in fear, only to see four huge giants that reached from the sky to the earth, like four gigantic towers made of flesh and blood. The first one was Valkia. Her dragon-like characteristics remained after she turned into a giant, and her bat-like wings that covered the sky were even larger than Indrognir.

The second giant was Deba's Warhammer Titan. Its huge body stretched out elegant curves in the air, and its silver psychic energy transformed into various gigantic weapons in its hands.

The third giant was wearing a special full-body plate armor. After he grew from a three-meter-tall strong man to a fifteen-meter-tall giant, the extremely thick full-body plate armor also grew proportionally, making him look like an iron-gray steel mountain.

The last giant was the tallest. He had no skin, and his entire body was covered with pink muscle bundles. High-temperature steam gushed out of his body, and the temperature was high enough to burn an ordinary person's skin.

Surrounded by these four giants, Indrognir transformed into a dragon, spewing dragon fire all over the sky, and Aenarion transformed into a demon, wielding six weapons with six arms and joining the war.

These were not the most terrifying things. Facing these four giants, a demon, and a little dragon, Iriel did not feel afraid. He still drew his bow and arrow, and methodically ordered all the Tatars to concentrate their fire and kill several people in seconds.

But the next second, a girl in black and green plate armor stood in front of her. She just raised the giant sword in her hand high and gently put it down. In an instant, the Holy Fire of Allah was like a tsunami of flames that swept across the world, instantly engulfing her completely! In front of her eyes, there was only a dazzling golden color.

Aenarion smiled. Gather all the top combat forces and try to tear through his defenses and break through his army with quality rather than quantity?

This trick is indeed feasible, but the prerequisite is that the combat effectiveness of this spearhead team must be higher than that of the enemy. No matter how elite you Tatars are, can you be more elite than the former commander of the Ottoman Empire?

Chapter 258: One War Destroys a Country

"Varyag warriors! Charge! Sacrifice blood to the blood god! Sacrifice skulls to the skull throne!!!"

Aenarion's eyes burned with brilliant psychic fire, and with his purple laser eye ridges, he burned and blasted a whole line of Tatars. The horrific psychic fire burned away the flesh and blood, incinerated the bones, and instantly burned the three men and three horses to charcoal.

And this Yao

The dazzling psychic bombardment seemed to sound the clarion call for attack, and the four giants advanced forward with earth-shaking steps.

The Warhammer Giant wielded the giant hammer constructed with psychic energy. With every smash, sweep, and blow, half of the Genoese musketeers on the street were either smashed into meat paste or blasted into dregs.

The armored giant was extremely brave. Relying on his powerful defensive capabilities, he charged forward into a hail of bullets and arrows. His big feet were covered with corpses that had been trampled into a pulp.

The body of that terrifying muscular giant spewed out wisps of deadly scalding high-temperature steam. If the Tatars came into contact with the steam, they would be immediately burned by the high temperature, their skin would quickly turn red, and dense blisters would grow on it, and then they would directly fester and necrotize, and even their clothes would be set on fire!

The one rushing in the front was still the reckless woman Valkia. She flew high into the sky and then swooped down at Irel, who was knocked off his horse by the Holy Slash and whose life or death was unknown! Several elite Tatars rushed forward to stop him, and they barely saved him at the cost of dozens of lives.

But the most terrifying one is Ryan. Although those giants are huge, they are not invincible. Except for the overly clumsy armored giants, their arrows and bullets, amplified by other bards, can still hurt other giants. A concentrated fire can also cause huge damage to these behemoths that cannot dodge, and blood falls from the sky like a rainstorm.

However, the girl in black and green plate armor was more terrifying than the other behemoths! The Tatars' attacks could not penetrate the lioness armor that the Ottoman Empire had built for them, and no one could stop the great sword wrapped in thousands of golden lights.

Every time Ryan raised and lowered the giant sword, a Tatar would be cut in half along with his horse.

After an ordinary soldier was killed, a Tatar leader did not believe in evil and rushed forward, but was chopped to pieces by Ryan's sword. Three leaders wanted to avenge their companions, but they all died. A nomadic chief roared and rushed forward to kill the enemy's key target, but he was still killed instantly by a sword after rushing forward!

"Aenarion! I am not your fighting machine! You'd better not let me find a way to get rid of this domination!!!"

Llane was bathed in blood, cursing Aenarion like a god of death, but his body charged forward honestly, cutting the second chieftain in half with one sword! Her high killing efficiency made the Khorne believers respect her.

After them, a thousand Varangians also launched a charge. The Tatar and Genoese coalition forces had already been shattered by the charges of giants, dragons, and Ryan. After being charged by the Varangians, they began to collapse directly, and once again declared the failure of the breakout.

Aenarion did not pursue them, but ordered everyone to withdraw and guard the city gates. It would be disadvantageous for them to pursue them deep into the city. As long as they waited here for a few days, the Tatar army would naturally collapse.

After this great defeat, the Tatars no longer dared to attack rashly. They were secretly frightened by the top strength of the Romans and carefully planned how to counterattack.

On the third day, the herdsmen had finished their dry food and water, and began to rob the citizens' food, but found that the citizens did not have much food in stock. Instead, they found a large number of Roman denarii silver coins - when Aenarion controlled the city, they bought food at high prices, bought away the lifeblood of the Tatars, and left them with only a large number of silver coins.

And those silver coins will return to Aenarion's hands sooner or later.

On the fourth day, the Tatars, who had been hungry for a day, began to panic and planned to break out again. They divided into five teams and took turns to attack the five city gates. However, they were repelled one after another and could not break the defense line that the Romans had repaired for four days!

Fear, famine, and suspicion began to spread among the army.

By the fifth day, the hungry and thirsty Tatars could bear it no longer. They began to slaughter their war horses for food and drink the horses' blood to relieve their long-dried and cracked lips, barely regaining some fighting power.

However, the direct consequence of this was that the number of Tatar cavalry who launched the attack on the sixth day dropped sharply, and there were many more Tatar infantry.

The cavalry couldn't even reach the enemy from the effective range of muskets of 200 meters, let alone these infantrymen? After attacking for a whole day, the Tatars not only failed to penetrate the defense, but their own casualties were even more severe than in the previous few days!

That night, the tired and hungry Tatars continued to slaughter their war horses in order to maintain their combat effectiveness, causing the number of cavalry to continue to plummet on the seventh day, making it even more impossible to break through the defense... This vicious cycle lasted for several days. When the Battle of Caffa lasted to the tenth day, the Tatars' war horses had been eaten.

The citizens were also out of food on a large scale. In order to survive, they were first forced by the Tatars to attack the city gate together. However, their numerical advantage could not be used in a narrow space, and this group of citizens could only consume some of Aenarion's ammunition.

When the citizens realized that they could not break through the enemy's blockade, they began to eat their children, and they began to eat their bones. After eating all the children, hunger even drove them to bite each other, and even gathered together to attack the lone soldiers! This gave the Tatar Khan a headache!

At this time, Kafa has become a city of death where people eat each other!

On the eleventh day, the Tatar Khan was in despair. He realized that if he dragged on, his soldiers would completely lose their fighting capacity due to hunger. If he could not break Aenarion's blockade today, then everyone would die here!

In desperation, he once again gathered his troops and tried to break out, but during the ten-day war, all the buildings near the city gate had been doubled up.

The terrifying artillery fire and war razed everything to the ground, and there was no obstruction within a radius of 200 meters.

A group of tired and hungry infantrymen were unable to break through the hopeless distance and were harvested in large numbers by artillery and muskets, falling down like weeds.

Aenarion could also use teleportation to accurately send Llane to every battlefield full of danger. Now when the Tatars saw the Ottoman warlord raising his giant sword, they would be scared and tremble with fear.

On the twelfth day, the Tatars, who had fought for another day, suffered heavy casualties and had been hungry for a day, and their fighting capacity had plummeted. On the thirteenth day, they were unable to launch a decent attack.

On the fifteenth day, the Tatars had no strength left to launch an attack. They were starving and paralyzed on the spot, breathing weakly.

The Tatar Khan, who was also half-starved to death, sighed, and barely pulled out a few hundred brave warriors who could still fight from the remaining Tatars, and launched a final attack. At this moment, these people were starving to death and were completely targets, and were killed by muskets and artillery.

It was not until their entire army was wiped out that the Romans found a corpse wearing a crown among the corpses. A transparent hole of flesh and blood was blasted in his chest by a shotgun shell. They were surprised to find that they had just killed the Khan of the Tatars with cannonballs.

At this point, the Tatars had completely lost their will to resist. The Khan was dead, and they were starving. There was really no way they could continue fighting, so they had to surrender.

Aenarion accepted the enemy's surrender and entered the city of Kaffa for the second time with a night raid group of thirty-five soldiers, stepping on the emaciated corpses.

This bloody battle lasted for fifteen days and ended with Aenarion's regular army suffering one thousand casualties, the miscellaneous soldiers were almost wiped out, and the Tatars suffered fifteen thousand casualties. The remaining twenty-five thousand Tatars and Genoese were all taken prisoner. Rome, which had been weak for hundreds of years, once again won a glorious victory under the leadership of their new warmaster!

In the city of Kaffa, Aenarion annihilated all the troops on the Crimean Peninsula in one battle. It can even be said that he annihilated all the elite troops of the Crimean Khanate in one battle, and even killed the Khan of Crimea with artillery!

Now, in the entire peninsula, there are no soldiers or chiefs who can compete with him. The entire fertile Crimean Peninsula and the entire Crimean Khanate are like a young girl who has been stripped of all her clothes and weapons. She can only close her eyes and wait for the attack and ravage of the Romans and other enemies.

Chapter 259: The Seventh Magic Pet

Aenarion took off his mask and led a huge army to confiscate the Tatars' weapons, armor, and coins, and began to prepare food for the starving Tatars. Half of the hundreds of thousands of silver coins that had been thrown out as bait returned to Aenarion's wallet, and the other half were distributed to the soldiers as rewards, allowing them to gain glory and a huge amount of money at the same time, and each of them was extremely loyal to the warmaster.

When Aenarion examined the captives, he found Yrel among them, but she was now half-starved, her cheeks were extremely thin, and she no longer had the grace of the two men fighting each other.

"Hey, isn't this Irel? How come you look so thin and hungry after not seeing you for a few days?"

She ordered her men to bring a bowl of easily digestible meat porridge. The charming aroma seduced everyone's hearts and souls - this person was the strongest poet among the Tatars, and she also had very special dragon blood. When the Khan was kicked away, she led everyone to charge. It seems that her strength and status are not low.

Irel struggled to sit up from the ground. Her skinny arms could barely support her emaciated torso. She looked at the bowl of meat porridge with blurry eyes. She swallowed and with difficulty moved her eyes away from the rice.

"Now that I'm captured, the only thing left is death. You don't need to come here to humiliate me."

"I didn't humiliate you. Eat it."

Aenarion brought the porridge closer to her mouth.

"You invaded my country, killed many of my people, and even killed my father! I, Yrel, would rather die of starvation, die outside, or jump directly into the sea than eat a single bite of your food!"

Yrel was filled with indignation, his eyes determined.

"Do you Tatars have a conscience to condemn me? Haven't you destroyed enough villages and tribes in Eastern Europe? You invaded the Slavic countries, kidnapped their people, and killed their fathers. What? Can't you bear this now?"

Aenarion asked casually.

"Who is your father?"

"My father is the Khan of Tatars! You didn't even dare to fight him head-on, but killed him with artillery!"

Irel gnashed his teeth in hatred.

"Life and death are determined by fate on the battlefield, and according to your teachings, your father died gloriously in the war against the infidels. He is a true hero! At this moment, his soul will be guided by Allah to the eternal paradise."

Aenarion made up a passage from the Koran and then made a religious gesture of reassurance. More than half of the people in the First Legion were Muslims, so he had learned a lot from them. After hearing Aenarion praising his father like this, Yrel felt a little confused.

"I admire your father's bravery, but wasn't his greatest wish to make the Crimean Khanate strong again? Now, all the elites of Crimea have been annihilated or captured by me. Now, the only one who can save the Crimean Khanate is you, Irel.

"I?"

Irel was confused.

“I’m just a father

I am only the youngest daughter of the Khan. I have two older brothers. My father ruled the rich Crimean Peninsula, and they ruled the Ukrainian steppes and the Caucasian steppes respectively. Now that my father is dead, the Khanship should belong to the brother who rules the Ukrainian steppes. "

"Don't you want to be the Khan of Crimea? Your father has sent your two elder brothers to areas far from the core of Crimea, leaving you alone. Don't you think he has other ideas? Maybe he doesn't want to give the throne to your elder brother. Maybe he wants to make you the Khan of the Tatars."

Aenarion patiently persuaded the girl, little by little, to draw out her ambition. Maybe because of her white dragon bloodline, Irel didn't seem to be very smart. She was itching to be fooled by his words, and her wild face was shaken.

"The future is beckoning you. The entire steppe of Eastern Europe will be yours! The entire Tatar people will bow down before your feet! Your enemies will collapse under the joint offensive of Rome and the Tatars, and millions of voices will scream your name in fear - Irel Khan! You will not humbly submit to your brother, but will lead them to restore the glory of the Crimean Khanate, the Golden Horde, and even the Mongol Empire!"

Aenarion used highly inflammatory words to paint a very tempting future for Yrel and constructed his seventh contract.

"And all this requires is that you sign this contract. Come, Irel Khan, the Romans will assist you, the honorable Khan's daughter, to become the new Khan of the Tatars."

Irel's body began to tremble because of hunger and excitement. She had been disheartened and thought that she was doomed this time, but she didn't expect that her mortal enemy would not kill her but wanted to make her Irel Khan. Although she felt that something was wrong, forget it and don't think about it anymore. This is the supreme position of the Crimean Khanate!

Yrel stretched out her hand tremblingly and accepted the contract. In an instant, a pink chain locked her slender neck, and a pink lustful pattern with Aenarion's name appeared on her smooth belly. Further down, there were wisps of soft white fluff, outlining the plush sheep's hooves.

Instantly, a powerful force was fed back into Aenarion's body. The Night Demon's natural playing and enchantment mixed with the dragonblood poet's chanting power, giving him an extremely powerful debuff magic.

[Magic Pet Ability·Nighttime Party]: Consume 1 point of magic power to make a target fall into fatigue state, attack speed and chanting speed are reduced by 50%, movement speed is reduced by 80%, Willpower save is reduced by 6, and it lasts for 1 second (the duration increases by 1 second for every additional point of magic power consumed).

Well, this is a very good control skill. The attack speed and casting speed are reduced by 50%, which is twice as slow! The speed is even slower, and the most noble one is the will immunity -6. This, combined with the Green Dragon Blood and the Skull of the Evil Elf, makes it easier to break through Ryan's magic resistance.

As for the duration, I am now a level 8 warlock with a level 10 casting ability. It consumes 10 mana at a time and can put the opponent into a negative state for 10 seconds, which is enough.

While acquiring this skill, a trace of the power of the white dragon was also fed back into the dragonblood sorcerer's body, further stimulating the dragon blood of Indrognir. She roared and uncontrollably regained her dragon form. The fourth head also stretched out from her colorful shoulders!

This new dragon skull has a rounded outline, a small and sharp end to the dragon's snout, like a white bird's beak, a protruding chin, a crown of thorns on the head that bends backwards, and cheeks covered with pale dragon scales covered with frost and snow. When the mouth is closed, several long, sharp, and frosty fangs are completely exposed.

Her tri-colored scales also have many pale dragon scales, forming beautiful stripes.

[Colorful Dragonborn·Red Dragon]: Immune to fire, gains the fiery breath of the red dragon, all flame damage increased by 50%, melee damage +8 (based on character level).

[Colorful Dragonborn·Blue Dragon]: Immune to lightning, gains the Thunder Breath of the Blue Dragon, all lightning damage increased by 50%, spell damage +8 (based on character level).

[Colorful Dragonborn·Green Dragon]: Acid immunity, gains the acid breath of the green dragon, all acid damage is increased by 50%, spell immunity difficulty +4 (based on 1/2 character level).

[Colorful Dragon Wings·White Dragon]: Ice Immunity: Gain the White Dragon's icy breath, increase all ice damage by 50%, attack hits +4 (based on 1/2 character level)

Aenarion looked at the colorful dragon power that Indrognir had fed back to him and found that it had changed from three colors of red, blue and green to four colors of red, blue, green and white. As long as he could gather a black dragon, Indrognir could almost be said to be a smaller version of the Five-Colored Dragon Queen!

After signing the contract, Yrel felt that her brain and will had been changed. She felt a little distracted when looking at Aenarion's face. Her heartbeat began to accelerate and her breathing became rapid. However, this desire was suppressed by hunger. Endless hunger was like a ball of fire, burning her stomach and making her chest curl up into a ball.

Driven by instinct, she desperately got up from the ground, struggled towards the bowl of meat porridge, swallowed it in big mouthfuls, and shouted with happiness as she ate.