A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

In addition, the noise on both sides also said a lot.

The other two groups of soldiers who attacked the city also suffered failure.

You must retreat quickly at this time, otherwise the enemy will easily rush out from other gaps and block your retreat.

Once the retreat is blocked, it will be completely over.

Right in front of the army, the Star-Moon believers rushed forward regardless of everything. Two elite warriors and the half-step protector of the country worked closely together to kill the Byzantine soldiers in succession and forcibly tore a gap in the formation.

Then the Star and Moon believers swarmed in.

Fortunately, Thomas fell behind, right next to the gap in the city wall. At this moment, he saw the prince fleeing towards this side, supported and protected by two or three guards.

When I looked back, I saw that the half-step protector of the country had actually broken through the Byzantine formation alone and was chasing towards this side.

Although his black robe was torn in many places and he suffered some minor injuries, he still broke through with the advantage of heavy armor.

The speed is much faster than the prince's side.

Damn, this situation might be troublesome.

Thomas wanted to retreat, but the captain of the prince's personal guard had already seen him.

"Grandmaster, come and help!" the captain of the guards shouted. "Help us stop the pursuers."

He knew very well that this commander should be an elite... perhaps a weaker one among the elites, but the guard beside him was definitely a master and a strong man.

Thomas did not agree, but turned back to look at the gap in the city wall behind him, as if he wanted to retreat.

"Captain, if anything happens to His Highness, Rhodes Island will be held responsible!" the captain of the guards threatened angrily.

The title of "Grand Commander" attracted the attention of the half-step protector of the country.

The murderous gaze shifted from the prince to Thomas.

"Grandmaster!" Knight Joseph beside him already had his sword drawn. "You go first."

Thomas sneered inwardly, but suppressed the murderous intent and anger in his heart, and turned his gaze to the black-clad assassin who was chasing him.

There's no need to get angry with a dead person.

The prince was injured and his speed slowed down significantly.

The half-step protector of the country who caught up with him had only minor wounds on his body and was moving very fast.

If it weren't for Thomas, he would probably have been caught up here at the gap in the city wall... Of course, things are different now.

The other party didn't seem to mind having some appetizers before the main course.

His attention was already fixed on Thomas and Joseph.

The running direction deviated slightly and came towards Thomas.

Farther away, the Byzantines' formation had been completely torn apart. Although they had the advantage in numbers, the narrow terrain made it difficult to fully utilize their numerical advantage. Furthermore, morale had plummeted due to the prince's escape. Defeat was imminent.

Thomas pointed the gun at the black-robed assassin.

The opponent was not afraid at all and did not slow down at all.

If there were dozens or hundreds of gun barrels here, he might be a little afraid.

But a musket... that's no use at all.

Half-step Protector of the Nation already has the advantage of suppressing the elite in terms of status, which means that he can predict the time when the opponent will shoot with a high probability.

If that’s the case, then what is there to worry about?

Chapter 109: Join the Army 9

The prince and several guards retreated out of the gap in the city wall.

Knight Joseph faced the black-robed assassin head-on and was about to engage in combat.

Thomas took the time to glance at the old man in the blue robe next to him. The old man was very calm, or at least he looked calm.

He seemed to know that he was an insignificant target and that the other party would not stop chasing the prince just to save his life.

Scimitar versus long sword, head-on combat.

Suddenly, Knight Joseph let out a loud shout.

The black-robed assassin froze.

At the same time, Thomas pulled the trigger and a gunshot rang out immediately.

The black-robed assassin who had been chasing him with such a majestic look just now froze. The bullet entered his forehead and directly opened his skull.

His eyes were full of disbelief, as if he would never understand until his death why the bullet hit him.

But his body slowly collapsed to the ground uncontrollably.

"Tsk!" Thomas' mouth twitched. The defeat in the front was a foregone conclusion.

Seven or eight elite soldiers of the enemy, supported by a large number of fanatical militia, have defeated the Byzantine troops.

Although the enemy actually suffered greater casualties, defeat was defeat. What followed was a one-sided pursuit.

"Let's go." Thomas snorted and said to Joseph, who was also surprised.

The old man in blue robe also followed them and retreated out of the city before the defeat in front.

However, the situation outside the city was not very optimistic.

At the far end of the distance, a large number of Star-Moon Cultist ships could be seen on the sea.

At this time, they had already approached and were engaging in boarding battle with the Byzantine ships in the shallow sea area.

These Star-Moon Sect ships are almost all light warships, or pirate ships, and some can even be considered just small boats.

Normally, they could not pose much threat to the Byzantine fleet. Just the outer patrol fleet was enough to stop them, giving the main force plenty of time to reach the open sea.

After all, ships these days are still equipped with rams.

Due to improvements in shipbuilding technology, it is difficult for warships of the same tonnage to sink each other with one hit. At most, a large hole will be created, which can be repaired.

But that is when the ships are of the same size. If a large ship hits a small ship, the situation will be completely different.

Logically speaking, the swarming Crescent-Israeli fleet, though numerous, was weak in combat. They should have been rammed and swarmed by the patrolling fleet, with many of them destroyed. By the time the remaining fleets came close, the Byzantine main fleet was already prepared.

That's how it should be.

But now the situation was reversed. The patrolling fleet had been destroyed, and even the huge Caesar had its flag replaced with a crescent-shaped flag, proving that it had been captured by the enemy.

Looking at the situation of the fleet in the rear, the Byzantine army outside the city no longer had any will to fight.

"They're just some small Fust warships... just pirate ships." Joseph recognized them. "How did they do it?"

In such a short time, they defeated the Byzantine outer fleet and even captured the Caesar?

Thomas stared for a few seconds before uttering an answer. "Protect the country!"

Now we can clearly understand the plan of the Star-Moon Cultists, or the Star-Moon Sword.

On rough seas, it is very disadvantageous for light warships to engage in combat with large and medium-sized warships.

The two sides have different levels of ability to withstand the wind and waves, and can easily be manipulated by others.

However, in coastal and offshore areas, small boats have an advantage. After all, large ships are limited in maneuverability due to their waterline, while small boats, with their shallower waterline, are more maneuverable and can directly engage enemy ships in boarding battles. Two or three boats against one is a significant advantage.

Judging from the current situation, the Byzantines still have room to struggle.

You can't win by fighting, but you can still escape.

Unfortunately, the Crescent Moon Cult also knew this and did not allow the Byzantines to escape. At this time, enemy reinforcements had arrived in the city.

At the three gaps, the Byzantine army was beaten back and fled out of the gaps in a miserable state, and this time the enemy chased them out.

Not only did they chase them out from the gap, the city gates were also opened, and the soldiers in the city swarmed out to chase them.

In fact, it wasn't just soldiers who rushed out. Many people could be seen at a glance as armed civilians.

But because of this, their numbers were large, not inferior to those of the Byzantines, or even larger.

The front city gate was open, but not the side gate, which meant that the 800 mercenaries belonging to the Knights Templar were still not involved in the battle.

The fleet was at a disadvantage in the coastal battle and was trapped on the front battlefield. The enemy was no less numerous than the Byzantines, and their morale was high. It was time for all soldiers to fight with all their might.

Even armed civilians can now play the role of elite soldiers.

The situation in Byzantium was the opposite.

Especially since the prince, who was a general, was seriously injured and had little fighting spirit left.

It's almost easy to guess what the prince will do.

Now, Thomas was in the eye of the storm. There was no one around—except the old man in the blue robe.

"Joseph, take my flag." Thomas shook out his magic flag from his bag.

"Captain, I don't have a flagpole here."

"Just pick one, if there isn't one, then raise your hand," Thomas said.

Joseph looked around and found a broken spear. He picked it up and used it as a flagpole to raise the flag.

Although it is short and looks a bit ridiculous, it is better than holding it up with your hands.

Thomas turned his head, pretending to look at the battle situation at sea in the distance, but actually he cast a spell.

First-level spell: communication.

The power of the magic network temporarily connected him and Andrea, like a mobile phone without a microphone.

"Andrea!" he said. "Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you, Grand Commander!" Andrea's voice was surprised.

"The Byzantines will leave you as the last resort. Ignore them. Just slowly retreat towards the sea. Maintain your formation! Joseph and I will join you."

Thomas said.

On the other hand, the Byzantines, or the prince, unsurprisingly sent Russian mercenaries and Bulgarians to cooperate with part of the Byzantine regular army to block the enemies from rushing out of the city.

The main force retreated to the seaside, wanting to evacuate by ship.

A very simple strategy of survival by cutting off the tail.

Thomas wanted to shake his head and sigh. This was the stupidest thing to do.

If the Byzantine army could originally exert 70% to 80% of its combat effectiveness and inflict heavy damage on the enemy, now it can't even do that.

That's how it is on the battlefield. The more you want to run, the harder it is to escape.

Thomas looked towards the Caesar in the distance.

The ship had already hoisted the Star and Crescent flag and turned to attack other Byzantine ships.

Feeling confident, the Star-Moon Cultists on board drove the ship into the coastal area.

There was a risk of running aground, but it didn't matter. The situation was favorable. If we ran aground, we could just wait for the tide to rise and leave.

"Captain, what should we do?"

Chapter 110 Escape 1

"Let's go and reunite with the troops," said Thomas.

It goes without saying that the Byzantines or the prince gave the Knights Mercenaries an order to "hold their ground to the death."

Cannon fodder is used to cover the rear.

The Knights were charged with guarding the flanks of the army.

If the purpose of defending the flanks before was to protect the artillery, now it is to prevent the enemy from outflanking in time.

In terms of navy, the Byzantines also began to cut off their tail to survive.

The warships in the front fought desperately, while those in the rear stayed close to the seashore and took away as many soldiers as possible.

It was obvious that even if everything went well, the Byzantines could only evacuate half of their troops.

But Thomas didn't think everything would go smoothly.

They had just fled the main battlefield area, and because there were too few of them, they were not targeted by the Star-Moon Cultists.