The Eastern Romans behaved so brutally that they thoroughly angered the Venetians.

The whole city of Venice began to be destroyed by the fire between the whole of Eastern Rome, and at the same time many ruffians began to fish in troubled waters, and the scene was chaotic, and the whole of Venice was about to be destroyed.

At this time, the Venetians naturally did not forget their wise and wise Doge, and hundreds of Venetians gathered at the gate of the Doge's Palace in Venice, shouting for old Dandolo to step down.

As for who should succeed the Doge of Venice after the old Dandolo stepped down, and how Venice should be in this situation, whether it surrendered to the Normans, or whether it would maintain its status as an independent city-state regardless of it, the Venetians did not think about these things at all, and no one cared, as if people did not care too much about how things should be solved after all the problems arose.

The only thing they care about is, who is responsible? Who is to be held accountable? Who should be punished?

Since the decision to unite with the Eastern Rome was made by the old Dandoro, then this responsibility is naturally his responsibility, and Venice has become what it is now, all of which is Dandoro's fault, and it is not too much to kill him.

Under such thoughts, it is not a big deal to make a storm on the governor's palace with a hot brain, especially some guys, who burst into tears and shouted loudly, such a slogan as bringing down the traitor Enkridandoro, as if he did not shout like this, he would not show how patriotic he was.

"Father, please make a decision early!"

Little Dandoro looked down from the roof of the building, and saw that all the people below were densely packed, and they were squeezing forward vigorously, and they saw that the governor's guard was about to be unable to stop them.

Thinking of the result of this group of mobs rushing in, a large amount of sweat instantly appeared on the forehead of little Dandoro, and his voice shouted eagerly to his father, old Dandoro.

"Decision? Decide what? Old Shan Doro smiled as if he were fine, as if he didn't know that he might be killed at any moment by the mob that rushed in.

"Father, come up with an idea!"

"No idea, take one step and see three steps, one wrong step, one wrong step ......"

After saying these words, old Dandoro's spine seemed to be drained, and as he sighed, he collapsed in his chair, tremblingly put his hand into his coat pocket, and pulled out a parchment roll.

"I originally wanted you to give it to you when you took over as the Doge of Venice, including now it seems that I can't wait for that day."

"What is this?" Little Dandoro asked.

"It's the secret of all the influential families in Venice, and it's their handle."

Old Dandoro laughed as if he was mischievous: "All the other things of the city-state families of Northern Italy, I believe this thing will help you." ”

"Father, how can you have this thing...... "Little Dandoro naturally understands how precious such a thing is.

"Do you think I've been the Doge of Venice for so long, and I'm a vegetarian? In addition, I have told you all about the family's properties outside, and with these two things, it is not impossible for the family to make a comeback. ”

"Father, are we leaving Venice?"

"It's not us, it's you!"

"What? Father, are you going to ......?"

"I'm so old, so old that I can barely move, and my eyes are almost blind, how can I escape with such a burden? I've also enjoyed being the Doge of Venice for so long, and I have no regrets. ”

"Father!"

Little Dandoro knelt in front of his father and wept silently, which angered the old man.

"Let's go! What are you crying about, you are also a forty or fifty-year-old person, how can you be so ashamed like a child? How are you going to revive the Dandoro family like this? Get lost! Get out! As he said this, old Dandoro pushed his son vigorously again, pushing little Dandoro away.

"I see, father!" Little Dandolo was stunned for a moment, strengthened his mind, and took one last look at his elderly father, who had not long died, and never looked back, but ran quickly downstairs with a few sincere guards and fled through the secret passage of the Doge's Palace in Venice.

Not long after, the Venetian mob outside the Doge's Palace finally couldn't bear it anymore and forcibly stormed the Doge's Palace, and the poor dozens of guards in the Doge's Palace couldn't stop these hundreds of mobs at all.

The mob then stormed the Doge's Palace, looting, setting fires, and looking for others.

"Dandoro, where is that old immortal traitor? Kill him! ”

The mob had fallen into a state of frenzy and searched everywhere, but of course it didn't take much effort, because Dandoro didn't run away or hide at all, but in a short time, the mob found his body in the office of the governor's palace.

After his son left, the old governor committed suicide by poisoning himself!

The mob looked at the body of the Governor, whose mouth was bleeding and whose face had for some reason a mysterious smile, and felt a little stunned, but in a moment, the roots of human abuse were once again revealed, and the old Governor's precious rings, coats of arms, silk clothes, and jewel-encrusted hats became the objects of contention.

And those who can't grab it, or who grab too few things, vent their anger. Dandoro's corpse was punched and kicked at the poor old man's corpse, and finally the eyes turned to the furniture made of precious trees and other small ornaments.

The entire Doge's Palace of Venice was ransacked, set on fire, and burned along with the body of Encridandoro, which had been torn into seven or eight pieces.

A small and inconspicuous port in Venice at the moment......

Following his family's path, little Dandoro managed to find a boat to carry him out to sea.

Aside from a few guards, five hundred florins, and a sword and a coat of arms to prove his identity, little Dandoro never got anything more.

But now it's time to call him Dandoro, after all, his father is dead.

Looking at the blazing Venice, Dandolo clenched his fists and swore in his heart.

"I'll be back someday!"

At the same time, Randy also gets the latest news about Venice through his spy network.

"Surprise!"

Completely ignoring the catastrophe that the Venetians are suffering now, Randy is very excited to say this, because of the lack of his own navy, it will take a lot of effort to attack Venice, but this time, Venice has lost its troops and fallen into turmoil, this is indeed an opportunity.

Randy discussed with Charlie, and the two hit it off, and decided to lead the elite cavalry troops out of the city overnight and quickly take Venice, and then talk about it later.

The elite cavalry under Randy's command totaled more than 5,000 people, 4,000 light cavalry and 1,200 heavy cavalry, and the previous Bologna Exhibition lost some, but it was still able to make up about 4,500 cavalry.

And the knights under the command of Duke Charles, plus the knights and light cavalry, add up to more than 1,500 people, the previous battle of Bologna, Charles's direct army basically did not move, the dead were all Swiss, of course, the spoils of war also belonged to the Swiss.

As soon as the two sides put together, there were 6,000 cavalry.

And all of them are elite cavalry units, and it should be almost enough to control a chaotic and warless city of Venice.

Randy no longer waited for the so-called five days of the mayor of Bologna, of course, in order to prevent Bologna from rebelling, the coalition army left 10,000 infantry to garrison Bologna, and the rest of the army also rushed to Venice City, so that after Randy captured Venice, he could completely control the city.

On the Apennine Peninsula, the battle is repeating again!

The 40,000 Eastern Roman troops either died or surrendered or fled, and collapsed, and Venice, the strongest city-state in northern Italy, was on the verge of extinction.

The expansion ambitions of the Eastern Roman Empire were temporarily suppressed, and the morale of the Catholic coalition was high!

After hearing this message, King Philip II of France, Holy Roman Emperor Frederick, and Pope Innocent III successively wrote letters to congratulate him, and for a time the Norman kingdom Randy was in the limelight, becoming one of the most conspicuous kings in the Catholic world and the most important enemy of Basil II of the Eastern Roman Empire!

"That barbarian, that man called Randy von Hoffmann, I'm going to let him die without a place to bury." Upon hearing of the heavy losses of his army, Basil II was furious and drew his sword and swore an oath to the sky.

The war on land is over for the time being, and Randy wins a big victory, adding to the already rich credit book.

Led the Catholic coalition to defeat the Eastern Roman Empire and destroy the Republic of Venice.

Since Randy's debut, he has slaughtered countless people, and he has destroyed many countries.

England, Scotland, Denmark, Switzerland, Poland, Lithuania, and now the Republic of Venice, Randy has eliminated six continental powers.

And all of these are countries! Not the so-called dukedoms, countdoms, such tragic small feudal states.

With such a feat, even if Randy is dead now, when future generations record it, they will add a Great Emperor title behind him.

Because of this, after hearing all the information about Randy reported by his intelligence director, his intuition told Basil II that this guy was very powerful.

In fact, everyone present, all the Eastern Roman noble generals, were surprised.

It only took a little more than three years for a person to develop from an earldom to create such a huge empire, and such a talent is not an exaggeration to describe it as a genius.

"This person is omnipotent in domestic and foreign affairs, omnipotent in governing the country and the country, and is better at ghost tricks, has no moral bottom line, and is a fierce enemy."

Basil II was silent for a moment, then looked around and spoke slowly:

"It seems that this man is the biggest obstacle to our restoration of the glory of the Roman Empire, and it can be seen that he is doing his best to organize a plate of scattered people and make all heretics ally and form a great army."

At this point, Basil II paused for a moment.

"If that were the case, our opponent would no longer be a single, divided kingdom of barbarians! It's the entire Barbarian Alliance, and I believe that everyone should know the difference. ”

As soon as Basil II's words fell, the generals below were discussing.

After many years of following Basil II to fight in the south and north, all of you here are not unknowledgeable guys, so you naturally understand that what Basil II said is not unreasonable.

"What are your Majesty's plans?"

"I'm thinking, since the banner of the other side is a crusader holy war, that is to say, to unite the barbarian kingdom that also believes in heresy with their faith, in this case, I plan to uproot the roots of the other party's beliefs, so that they lose the sign of unity, so as to crush their alliance."

"The Papal States...... Still Roman ......"

All of you here are not stupid people, and when you hear His Majesty the Emperor's statement, you can naturally understand it, and the generals nodded their heads again and again, whether they agree with His Majesty's statement or disagree with His Majesty's statement, at least on the surface.

"However, the other side is also on the Roman front, sending an additional army of about 20,000 to contain a large part of our army's offensive strength, and after defeating the four legions of the Venetian Front, the main force of the barbarians of 60,000 can also continue to move south, and at that time, our troops besieging Rome will fall into disadvantage......"

A battle with a total loss of 40,000 people is already a headache, and if there is an exact same battle again, even a large empire like Eastern Rome will be difficult to bear.

"Narcissus is a famous general of the Eastern Roman Empire, how can he be compared with the mediocrity of Epirus, the general is too worried."

Seeing Basil II frowning slightly, another Eastern Roman general hurriedly stood up and dissuaded the guy who had spoken before.

And the one who spoke before also reacted immediately, if he was remembered by his emperor because of his remarks, he would not be able to eat and walk around.

"Indeed! Narciss, a famous general of the Empire, with countless meritorious deeds and meticulous thoughts, can definitely lead our army to victory! ”

So there was a series of echoes, and everyone spoke together, praising Narciss, the plenipotentiary governor of the Eastern Roman Empire in Sicily, as a flower.

"Enough!"

Basil II was really angry, and when he slapped the table, there was a sudden silence below, and His Majesty the Emperor, who had a big black beard and a burly body, glared at them and shouted at their general.

"I have decided to send three more legions, one Germanic legion, and the Varangian legion to Sicily, all under the command of Narciss, and tell him that if he can take Rome, I will make him the marshal of the Empire, and if not, I will take his life."

When the generals heard such an order, they all pinched a cold sweat for Narsis.

His Majesty the Emperor made a heavy bet this time, and sent 50,000 troops to Narciss, Narsis has now become a big warlord with 80,000 troops, and the weight of the monarch's power is probably above all the governors of the empire, but this guy's task is not light, the Norman king is not a good opponent, and the number of troops on the other side is not less than him, this one is probably very mysterious.

"Your Majesty...... I am afraid that it will take a certain amount of time to transport the fleet from the mainland of the empire to Sicily, and the entire five legions, so many troops, I am afraid that it will be beyond the capacity of the Adriatic Fleet! ”

"Then send the Aegean Fleet and the Mediterranean Fleet all over, and there is no need to ask more about such trivial matters." Basil II waved his hand and ordered.

"Yes! Got it! ”

The decision of the Eastern Roman Empire to increase the number of troops in Sicily and strictly order Narcisse to attack Rome was thus decided, and Basil II's wishful thinking was very loud, if he had wanted to kill the Pope and bloody Rome, then he had now changed his mind.

To let the pope serve himself, use a knife to coerce him, let him convert to Orthodox Christianity, merge the two major denominations of the East and the West, and define his position as the archbishop of the diocese of Rome, under the ecumenical patriarch of Constantinople, so that the morale of the Catholic coalition army can be more seriously damaged, and even those soldiers who believe in Catholicism will collapse directly, so as to achieve the effect of surrendering without a fight.

It can be said that once Basil II's plan is realized, then it is almost impossible for Randy to join forces in the garbage Catholic army, or return to Scandinavia with the army as soon as possible, and it is more reliable to submit the surrender table with Basil II, considering that Scandinavia is a bitter cold land, people may not be too interested, and if Randy kowtows loudly, he may be canonized as a Caesar or something.

The place where Basil II convened the battle meeting was in Budapest, the palace of the Hungarian king, the city of Budapest, which had fallen.

Despite the fierce resistance!

Despite the fact that the Hungarians are very tenacious!

Although the Hungarian king Attila personally went into battle, did everything he could to boost morale, boost the morale of the army, and saw all kinds of tricks to dismantle the Eastern Roman attack, the gap in strength could not be bridged.

After Basil II dispatched two more regular legions, two Germanic mercenary legions, one Latin legion, and five temporary levy legions, a total of 100,000 troops, to expand his siege army to 200,000, the Hungarian king Attila finally vomited three liters of blood, completely lost the will to resist, and broke through with all the Hungarian cavalry on a dark and windy night.

The battle was so tragic that the Hungarians fought their way through the battle with their lives, and the estimated number of Hungarian troops escorting Attila through was estimated to be only 2,000.

The Hungarian king, who was originally extremely powerful in Eastern Europe, has become history.

(End of chapter)