"This camp is very well built, two ravines can ensure that the cavalry cannot break through quickly, who would have thought?" Alexios felt the novelty, and some of the generals here had a premonition of the coming of war!

"Since the fortifications and facilities can be built in advance, then the danger must be perceived, so why not fence off the entire camp, this attack may not be successful!" The Emperor asked slightly strangely.

"Riddle, Your Majesty, he is now the new chief of guard of the Puppet Emperor, and he proposed to build these fortifications!" Dukov answered from the side, his hands clasped up, his ugly scar wrapped in a tight bandage.

"Riddle!"

Mentioning this familiar name, the emperor was stunned, this was the second chief of the guard he promoted, originally out of the idea of establishing a new lineage of cronies, but the intertwined network of low-level officers and the nobles of the imperial capital made him suffer a secret loss.

"Alexei didn't listen to him?" The Emperor was even more strange at this time, Riddle was promoted by himself because of his natural military talent in his past resume.

"The poor self-esteem of an illegitimate child!" Dukov mocked Alexei slightly.

Alexios was a little silent, and both the West and the East actually have some essential similarities, that is, only the sons born to the wife have the right to inherit.

There are very few who love his illegitimate son William as Robert the Duke of Normandy does, and this immorality is condemned by the Church, the world spurns, and the conspiracy will follow.

"Who's going to be the first wave of attacks?"

With such a strong camp, it can only be used to attack by force, but the blood shed will definitely not be less, and the emperor's words silence everyone.

Although they have rebelled again, whether it is the Bulgarians or the various corps of the Imperial Army, they swear allegiance on their lips, and their real thoughts are just to continue to live, so it is a question of who will go first.

Dukov wanted to speak, but a comrade behind him immediately grabbed him and shook his head at him, such a war has no spoils, only death.

Although the Emperor asked them to use blood as a testimony of loyalty, the first one to go up would definitely be the one with the greatest casualties, and they did not want to shed more bloodshed in any case.

"Let the Bulgarians go!" The soft voice came from his comrade, and Dukov stood still as a tacit acquiescence.

Suddenly, a person staggered out of the ranks, he looked back blankly, he couldn't say anything he wanted to say, his angry expression was overflowing, he squinted his teeth at the back of the unknown, and everyone could see the vicious expression.

"Do the Bulgarians intend to atone for their betrayal of the Empire first?" The emperor looked at the man with interest, and he did not intend to let this man go back to his ranks.

Standing in the crowd as a representative of Bulgaria, Paul wanted to back down a little, but suddenly he was pushed out, and he looked at the Roman emperor and the people around him looking at him, secretly cursing the cunning Greeks, and could only nod helplessly.

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The ladder was carried over, and the Bulgarians, who had been glad to have escaped, were not too happy for long, and were immediately escorted back into battle.

They nervously held their short swords, and the few shields they had were sent to the people at the front, and they looked at the sharp wooden stakes in the trench under their feet, and their hearts were furious.

Riddle stood behind the camp gate with a blank face, the archers were all dispatched, the bowstrings were stretched to the maximum, and the slightly squinted archers had already found their target, just waiting for orders.

"Attack!" As the order was given, dozens of ladders were erected on the land connecting the camp ahead, and the shouting crowd climbed up the ladders.

"Shoot!" There was a faint sound on the opposite side, the arrow strings flicked, and dozens of Bulgarians were hit by arrows, and then they could not support themselves and fell into the trench, pierced through the chest by sharp wooden stakes, and these corpses hung on the stakes to warn the people behind.

There is no advance or retreat, and every Bulgarian who climbs the ladder is determined to live and die, even the most cowardly people know that they must fight hard.

This assault lasted two hours, and the camp on the opposite side was still standing, but the trench under the feet of the Bulgarians was almost overwhelmed with corpses and blood.

Paul watched such a brutal battle, and the morale of his compatriots inevitably dropped so badly, but the Roman emperor did not give them the order to retreat, and he almost despaired.

When another wave of onslaught passed, the corpses completely filled the trench in front of the camp, and now the Bulgarians were fighting completely on the passage formed by the flesh of their dead compatriots.

"That's it!" Alexios was satisfied, the Bulgarians had shed enough blood, and he believed that they would remember it for a long time in the future.

"Dukov, take your men up and take that camp!" The Emperor's words revealed a murderous aura.

All the soldiers of the Third Legion here were fully equipped, and the three hundred sword and shield men were the first to bear the brunt, and they marched in orderly steps towards Alexei's Chinese camp.

Paul, who saw that the Romans had finally come up, shed tears, and the Bulgarians, who were still fighting in front of them, also scattered and retreated, they did not believe that these friendly soldiers, who had been enemies not long ago, would be wronged if they were killed by mistake.

"Hey! Hi! Hi! "The hard tortoiseshell formations effectively fended off the arrows from the rebels, and they approached step by step, pushing forward with great force, causing the archers in the camp to panic.

Riddle came up with a team of tomahawk warriors, his grim gaze stared directly at the approaching enemy without panic, and when the tortoiseshell formation was still twenty paces, he jumped out of the camp, and the tomahawk warriors behind him followed.

A few tall and mighty warriors collided with the tortoiseshell formation, and the ancient traditional tactics of the Romans could still play a huge role in this moment of hand-to-hand combat.

They were as strong as rocks, and the legionnaires hiding inside kept stabbing with their short swords, stabbing down one rebel soldier after another who rushed forward recklessly.

Two northern warriors leaped high and smashed their bodies against the shield wall, and the legionnaires were caught off guard and were caught off guard by them.

But there were two screams from the tortoiseshell formation, and the pace of the Roman army was still firm and unshakable, and the soldiers brought out by Riddle were slowly forced back to the camp gate.

At this time, several pottery were thrown out, and they happened to be smashed on the shield above the tortoiseshell array, and in an instant, the fire ignited, spreading to each shield, and along the dripping black liquid, several unlucky legionnaires were also surrounded by the fire, and the tortoiseshell array disintegrated in an instant.

Kill and go! Riddle shouted loudly, and he engaged the legionnaires again with the Tomahawk Warriors.

The emperor in the rear watched it with relish, and Riddle learned from the experience of following him in battle, and used it on the battlefield, such a talent, tsk! It's a pity!

Dukov threw away his shield and pounced on it with only a short sword, and the two sides were tightly entangled, and constantly Tomahawk soldiers and legionnaires were cut down in battle, and then fell to the ground with a large gulp of blood in their mouths.