The laughter of the Ottomans, like a turkey being strangled, came to an abrupt halt.
However, the battle would not change because of one person.
The number of enemies was almost equal to the defenders, but the disparity in elite forces was insurmountably vast. Even with the geographical advantage, the walls began to fall in large sections under the relentless assault of the Ottomans.
He and these Venetians had become like a solitary sail in the vast sea.
"Your Majesty, if we don't retreat now, we'll be completely surrounded."
The Venetians looked at the Emperor, who was fighting to the end with steadfast sword arm, unable to fathom what lay beneath his golden iron face.
"You all retreat."
The Emperor sighed lightly, and beneath the mask helmet, a pair of eyes lit up with golden radiance as dragon blood surged through his veins.
The situation had reached a point where the trump card could no longer be hidden if the first wall was to be preserved.
