Riddle used the characteristics of Greek fire to break the originally sturdy tortoiseshell formation, and now the brave wins!

After his subordinates scattered and fought separately, Dukov also pressed forward step by step, and he looked directly at the enemy commander, the emperor's former chief of guard.

The man stood there motionless, still fighting each other with the samurai on both sides, his eyes fixed on him.

With a sword in one hand, Dukov was fearless, he had been on the frontier of the empire for many years, and he had followed Emperor Manuel in the four directions, and the bravery of the Saracen cavalry had also been seen.

Today is just a small scene, not to mention that the Bulgarians have consumed the living forces of the rebels, and he is sure that as long as he kills Riddle, the rebels will collapse.

With a large curved shield obscuring most of the vital points on the front, a pair of sharp eyes exposed, and the short sword in his hand reflecting a chilling cold light, he was ready for battle.

Riddle had already seen someone coming, some of them were familiar with a junior officer of the Third Legion, it seemed that his name was Dukov, he hadn't usually paid attention to such a small role, and the fierce murderous aura displayed by the warriors on the opposite side today let him know that this was an opponent that should not be taken lightly, but he was not weak either.

Riddle pulled out a short sword from his waist again, he is a two-handed swordsman, his superb swordsmanship is rarely seen, and the killing martial arts that have been practiced on the battlefield are the skills he has painstakingly studied for many years, but the former imperial guards are now fighting each other, he is a little melancholy, the world makes people!

It's moving! After Riddle drew a sword again, Dukov had a strong sense of crisis lingering in his heart, and his keen sixth sense on the battlefield had saved his life many times, which was his instinct to save his life, and he struck first!

Swords and shields intersected, a sharp and piercing creak echoed in the battle, and Riddle slashed with his sword in both hands, always attacking from unexpected angles, and Dukov, a seasoned legionnaire, was forced to retreat.

Another backhand slash to Dukov blocked the sword blow, and then showed one of the Legion's samurai stunts, the shield strike, which Riddle couldn't hold back in time, but he quickly took two steps back to get out of the way of a gap to regain his breath.

Looking at such a difficult opponent, Dukov gasped heavily, the shield blow he had just had consumed a lot of physical strength, and the enemy's agility was far beyond his expectations, this was not an opponent he could deal with alone, the short sword turned his back, and with a few light strokes, the three nearby legionnaires would quietly surround him.

The noisy shouts of battle around him didn't distract Riddle, who was a regular in the dueling arena, and a bitter chill rose in his heart, and he suddenly turned around with a slash.

A legionnaire clutched his neck helplessly, most of his trachea had been ruptured, and the blood gushing from his comrades made Dukov fierce, and he wanted to avenge his comrades.

"Kill him!"

With a loud shout, the two legionnaires followed his pace and launched an attack on Riddle together, and the backward Riddle no longer wanted to be entangled.

The moment he just turned around, he saw that the tomahawk warriors who came out with him were almost dying, and if he continued to fight, he would fall into a lonely battle, retreat!

Dukov watched as Riddle dodged the three-sword thrust in one dodge, and then quickly retreated back to the camp under the cover of the archers behind him.

The battle was undecided, but Dukov's surprise attack failed, few soldiers were killed by the rebels, but more than 20 were burned and wounded, regrouped their men, and they slowly retreated in formation.

Such a record at least fulfilled the bloodshed requirement, and if he continued to fight, it would not be in line with the brothers' vision of following him and returning to Emperor Alexios anyway.

The legionnaires of Rome were mercenaries, they did not fight for the emperor, they fought for money, it was their nature to submit to the strong, but they were unwilling to die!

Alexios looked at the retreating legionnaires, they looked embarrassed, many of them were red with blood and black from fire, but not many died.

Even if these old fritters are gathered and trained locally, I don't see much resilience, and when the war is over, it is time to expand the scale of the guards.

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While the Emperor's army was repairing outside, Alexei's tent was in shambles, and he drunk himself to the ground.

Riddle walked in at this moment, and when he saw the downcast of his once ambitious master, he didn't say anything with a blank face.

"Did Alexios come in?"

Alexei watched Riddle come back, panic written all over his face, the wine glass he was holding froze there, tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, it was better to die than to live.

Riddle looked at the man's unsuccessful appearance, snatched the wine glass from his hand, drank the wine inside, and looked at this man he had once served with bloodshot eyes, and now he was drunk and dreaming of death.

"Riddle, if we surrender, will Alexios let my brother go?"

Alexei suddenly lunged in front of Riddle and grabbed Riddle's chain mail, grabbing Riddle and shaking it vigorously, desperate for an answer.

Riddle looked at the lord who was half-kneeling before him, and now his true nature was exposed, and his cowardly heart made the brave warrior despise him from the bottom of his heart.

"Let's surrender! Riddle, let's surrender! ”

Alexei saw that Riddle did not speak, but just stood dumbfounded, and he became irritable, shaking the warrior's body even harder, and more and more blood flowed from several wounds on Riddle's body.

Tears flowed slowly, and Riddle responded, "Good! ”

Alexei was pleasantly surprised, but he jerked his head up into Riddle's cold eyes, and he shuddered and wanted to get away from the man.

Alexid was engulfed by a strong force, he felt like he couldn't breathe, and he tried to pull Riddle's body apart with both hands, but how could this gentleman be the opponent of the majestic Riddle.

Alexside's face grew purple, his neck clenched by Riddle's thick arms, and in the final moments of darkness he felt some wetness on his face, dripping water to his mouth, and tasting the salty salt.

Riddle let go of the former emperor, who had lost consciousness and died, Alexei's body fell to the ground with a thud, and uncontrollable tears remained, and he crawled to Alexei's throne with his body bent over, his raised head looking unconsciously at the sky.

I don't know how long it took, Riddle's body that looked like a zombie moved, and there was no expression on his face, and his lifeless body walked like this, fetching a candle from the tent that had not yet burned out.

Looking around at the splendid decorations, Alexei became the people's emperor of all Rome, and his own loyal desire to assist him in his ambition was now gone, and the place was empty, only his own Roman rebellion.

Riddle looked down at Alexei, and finally scattered the oil from the candle, and soon the camp was on fire, and the foul smell began to permeate, and Riddle returned to his throne and sat down, and let out no screams from the pain of the flames.

The rebel soldiers sitting around the camp saw the sudden fire and opened the curtain in panic, only to see Emperor Alexei fall to the ground, and the chief of the guard, Riddle, had already been burned half of his body by the flames, and his black eyes looked terrifying.

"Emperor Alexei is dead, you are free, all leave!"

Riddle's last words echoed through the air, and the tent collapsed, burying his body in dust.