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The worried people were waiting for a fierce battle. Whether the blockbuster warrior of the Chincha or the fierce Frankish knight won, no one was sure. The newest and simplest cheer is based on likes and dislikes, but the bets of the two in private casinos in China are almost the same.

After a short rest, the soldiers all around once again blew the long and agitated horn.

This is the signal that the competition has begun, and people have recovered from the whispers, excitedly waiting for this fierce battle that is about to kick off.

"Kill him for me." The chief deacon on the side heard the emperor's words almost popping out of his teeth, and he could imagine his hatred for the warrior below. He rarely saw his subordinates being so angry, and the emperor's anger has always been bloody, and Nikifrus couldn't help but look down pityingly. They had made preparations before, and there were people sent by the Genoese to help. This Qinchai might not even know that he had been sentenced to death.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, you will not be disappointed." He assured the Majesty before him, Nikifrus ordered his men to announce the start of the final competition.

At this moment, all the seats are fully occupied and people are watching the contest. Although the two who entered the finals are Gentiles, they are emotionally biased after all. Except for the bettor, everyone else prefers the Qincha barbarian to win. , Fang can suppress the limelight of the Italians.

On the other hand, Prince Theodor was full of anxiety and worry, and even stood up from time to time; it was not because of doubts about Justinian’s ability, but because the enraged Emperor Mikhail must be here. He made some small moves secretly, even if he wanted to intervene, it was very difficult for him to intervene. At this moment, he couldn't help but press his lips nervously, watching the weight of the game.

But on the side, Hendryer, who is a secretary, said in a low voice: "Please don't worry, Your Highness, Justinian has never let us down."

"But the more so, I always worry that there will be any difference. You should know that we Romans can do whatever it takes for power." Looking at the men next to him, Theodor laughed abnormally to himself, showing that he was treating Justin. There is no certainty that Nepal won. After investigation, they have been able to determine that the knight named Alfred is a ranger from Germany. He is definitely not under Justinian for his fierce skills, and he has no advantage in this competition in the away game. In any case, it would be terrible to lose your life a little carelessly. But thinking so in his heart, Theodor still couldn't take the initiative to let Justinian give up. After all, he could not give up the position of commander in command of Thessaloniki.

On the other side, Antonia Doria was also quietly watching the situation on the court, seeming to be constantly meditating and praying. I think about the coexistence of the previous night. The Italian girl’s ears are still a little hot, and she still remembers the appearance of the other party sitting on the bedside without closing his eyes at the time.

Is it so unattractive to yourself? Antonia only felt angry and funny, but deep down she couldn’t help but worry about Justinian, but she didn’t stop him, because she knew that Moria’s little fox had never achieved his goal. Give up.

At present, no one can predict the direction of the outcome of this vile battle.

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At this time, the signal for the duel has started, and the players on both sides still choose their weapons as usual. The actions of the two people in the field aroused the surprise of the people present.

The two men who were supposed to fight on horseback did not choose long weapons such as lances, but Alfred chose the shackles that made everyone fearful before. Strangely, Justinian did not pick up the gun. Instead of his blockbuster hammer, he chose a broad sword. This kind of parallel blade, long oval head, wider blade and hilt enough for two hands is a very distinctive English weapon. It was also very popular after it spread to Byzantium, and it almost became the standard weapon of the Romans. Although it is a bit awkward to mix and match this armor, it is not justified. But his next choice was really incredible. Justinian picked up a Saracen style knife, but this weapon should be useless in horse warfare.

While people were all in the unthinkable, a scene that was even more unexpected happened: Justinian did not choose to fight on horseback, but put the big, bad-tempered horse beside him on the side of the field. In this case, it is almost equal to automatically handing over the superiority on the battlefield. Everyone knows that it is very difficult to deal with cavalry in foot combat.

But Emperor Mikhail and the people around him who had witnessed this scene had very ugly faces, and obviously they didn't want such a scene to happen.

"How did he know it in advance?" The gloomy Emperor Mikhail looked coldly at the chief deacon who was dealing with these matters, while on the side, Nikifrus quickly lowered his head and pleaded guilty.

"It was my negligence that allowed them to inquire about the news. Please punish your majesty." The trembling Nikifrus knelt on the ground and shivered. According to the original plan, the mount of the Chincha Samurai was more than wild and disciplined. The lack of horses, and the one for Alfred is the mare in heat. Once the two immediately fought against each other, the Qincha Warrior would surely blunder and die on the spot. But the opponent gave up the foot fight at this time, and it was obvious that something was wrong.

"It's really useless, can't I let you do this thing!" Mikhail almost roared out, but this thing is not easy to penetrate. Can only continue to watch the battle, at least for now, the Frankish warriors riding horses occupy an absolute advantage. However, since the opponent dared to dismount and fight was clearly prepared, this couldn't help making him feel uneasy.

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I saw Justin Niping holding his sword and pointing at his opponent on the horse, and his hoarse voice came from under the inspector's mask.

"Is this your knighthood, sir? I thought you had a sense of honor, but it doesn't seem to be the case! Do you dare to compete with me fairly and have a dignified duel?" He faced the darkness The Frankish knight under the helmet was not absolutely sure in his heart, so Justinian chose the radical method. According to his impression, the knights of Western Europe value their reputation in public. If the other side is willing, they don’t know that the horse was made. If you get rid of your hands and feet, you will definitely compete with yourself when you dismount.

But what he didn't expect was that immediately, the other party didn't make any movements, and the atmosphere became very stiff for a while. It wasn't until Alfred slowly pushed away his face mask to reveal a face full of scars that the silence was broken.

"I'm not a'sir', sir. I just want victory and your life." Alfred showed his yellow teeth, and that hideous face was enough to make everyone see a nightmare for ten days and nights. Slowly pinched the horse belly, and the whole person charged towards Justinian standing in the clearing.

Oh praise God!

Only then did he realize that Justinian only felt his scalp numb, and he finally got on his guard, knowing that he was not dealing with a knight but a butcher with a sword.

Just listen to the horseshoe trampling, and immediately Alfred raised the yoke with both hands, and then flicked it hard, and then the heavy thing was like a fast windmill, and flew away at Justinian! And once he was hit, I was afraid that he would not die and would be seriously injured.

The only thing Justinian can rely on is a broad sword. Taking a deep breath, he is certainly not stupid enough to resist the flying yoke frontally. He turned over and dodged it, but there was still a muffled noise behind him. The side yoke flew far, "Puff" smashed into the ground and left a deep pit, scaring the nearby audience to pale. They had no reaction time to avoid it just now.

Now, despite a missed blow, Alfred managed to get closer. Justinian was already under the range of his horseshoe trampling, and he still had a slashing sword in his hand, a weapon used by ordinary people. It was as easy as he was swinging on a horse, and under the blessing of the horses running fast, enough to break all defenses, and suddenly continue to accelerate, Alfred came towards Justinian with an overwhelming momentum.

Looking at this scene, almost everyone thought that the Chincha warrior was bound to die, undoubtedly including Emperor Mikhail and Prince Theodor.

Die!

That's it!

Two completely different thoughts passed through the two people's minds at the same time, but at this moment, the broad sword in the hand was thrown out and the Saracen short knife was pulled out, and the body was lowered like a taut bow. A low roar came from under the inspector's mask, and the rabbit stood up. The Falconian Justinian looked like he turned to escape for his life, but the next moment he turned and jumped up, as if flying on his own!

He unexpectedly took the initiative to greet him, but when he saw it immediately, the burly Frank knight reacted immediately and slammed the fencing sword in his hand, slashing across with enough power to cut the opponent's armor and armor into two pieces! And everyone on the scene thought so.

However, in the next second, Alfred's horse stumbled, and a staggered Frank warrior fell forward and made a straight cut with the sword of the Frankish warrior who was immediately unstable. The blade slashed along the Chincha-style armor, and the clip broke at the sound, only a few inches away to kill Justinian.

But an accident happened. This was the first thought of everyone, but then people realized that something was wrong, because the blood splashing from the neck of the fallen warhorse was like a flower blooming in mid-air. It was a masterpiece of the Chin-chat samurai. .

The sharp-eyed people immediately saw that the samurai warrior was standing with blood on the Saracen short knife in his hand, and it was the blood that sealed the throat of a war horse.

Alfred, who almost fell off immediately, was faltering, and his fencing sword flew out because of inertia.

good chance! Without hesitation, Justinian's wrist flipped and saw a cold light, and the short knife in his hand pierced the chain armor of the Frank knight's shoulder. Alfred, who was in pain, immediately uttered a beast-like roar~www.wuxiaspot.com~ His hands, as powerful as dustpans, stretched out toward his shoulders, as if he was about to tear Justinian to pieces. But now he has no threat to Justinian. From the time he successfully resorted to the Assassin's battlefield assassination, the victory was over. Although the risk is a little accidental death is yourself, but it is obviously worth it.

The sword light turned into a graceful arc, and the short knife pulled out from the shoulder was pierced directly by Justinian between Alfred’s neck and shoulders, which lacked armor protection, and then pulled out without stopping at all. , And everything happened so fast that there was no blood left on his knife.

And the powerful arms of Kongwu were already close to Justinian’s neck, but they stopped halfway at this moment. Alfred’s neck was weakly tilted to one side, and the sturdy arms dropped. , The splattered blood sprayed out from the fatal wound in the neck, and Justinian, who jumped from the burly body, escaped gracefully without being stained by a little blood.

Looking at the Frankish warrior who fell to the ground like a statue collapsed, Justinian made sure that he was completely dead, turned around and inserted the short knife in his hand into the ground, and then scanned everyone around him. Although he could not see his true appearance, the audience Menzik seemed to be able to see the sullen expression under the mask. As for the silent gaze of the audience, Justinian accepted it equally, accepting the honor of the last winner.

After a long time, huge cheers broke out all around, as if they had won a war. Although it was the people sent by their ally Genoa who died, the nobles still restrained, but the joy of the civilians rose and fell one after another.