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Everything was calculated by Caledor, the Lord of the White Tower and Chief Mage of the Eastern Roman Empire. Perturabo could only use Disintegration to harm Aenarion, but his movements were guessed clearly and he was countered before he could finish the spell. The magical energy that he had accumulated with great difficulty was directly disintegrated and destroyed!

Perturabo roared, and the seven-meter-tall iron giant swung a huge iron hammer filled with molten magma and smashed it hard at Aenarion, trying to defeat this difficult guy and then smash Caledor's snake head with one hammer. However, Aenrion raised his four arms and blocked the Iron Lord's attack with four swords, then used the remaining two arms to wield the Sword of Khaine and the Spear of Dionysus, leaving two more scratches on his body. Compared with his terrifying spell bombing ability, this man's close combat ability is not very strong.

At this moment, the wings of the old dragon were restored to their original state under the treatment of the Phoenix Fire. It and Indrognir circled in the sky, breathing lightning dragon breath at the Iron Golem. Although the Iron Golem was immune to magic and could even recover from fire attacks, it had only one weakness: lightning and thunder attacks would interfere with and destroy the Iron Golem's extremely sophisticated internal structure, making it seem as if it had been hit by a slow spell. Its movements became extremely slow, and it was beaten all over by Aenarion's six weapons!

All his magic was countered by the Lord of the White Tower, and his movements became slower and slower under the lightning spewed by the double dragons... The five top masters of the Roman Empire joined together and suppressed a legion commander of the Janissaries who had a serious bias in his specialties.

The other Iron Warriors were entangled by the ghost army and couldn't come to help! The imprisonment flag tied to the Spear of Dionysus fluttered in the wind, and the place where the Roman red flag fluttered became a forbidden place for teleportation. No one could teleport in, and no one could teleport out.

"Keep using lightning to slow him down! I have powerful physical damage to break his defense!"

Aenarion used his speed advantage to distance himself from the iron golem that was flashing with lightning all over its body, and then he began to use his psychic power. Under his psychic control, the twelve iron warriors who were fighting with the ghost flashed with purple halos and floated uncontrollably in the air.

Aenarion planted the seeds of corpse explosion in their bodies one by one, and then waved his hand. The twelve floating Iron Warriors smashed into the head of the Iron Golem like living shells. The Iron Warriors smashed heavily on the body of the Iron Golem, and the huge impact broke their cervical vertebrae immediately. The bodies implanted with the seeds of death were instantly activated, causing their bodies to expand rapidly like balloons, and then exploded into a ball of horrible bloody fireworks! Pieces of flesh and steel fragments dragged blood trails and splashed everywhere!

One shot! Two shots! Three shots!!!

Aenarion used magic to inflict physical damage, using endless explosions of flesh and blood to harm the indestructible iron golem in front of him. After the twelfth explosion, the seven-meter-tall body of the iron golem was riddled with holes, and the front chest plate was blown apart and fell off. In the thick steam, a cab less than two meters high was revealed, and inside sat a girl with short brown shoulder-length hair, wearing a gray robe, and sweating all over from the high-temperature magma... an elf loli.

Aenarion was a little surprised. The little girl coughed hard in the magma and the smoke of the explosion, making a very childish and cute sound. She used a flying spell in a panic and carefully escaped from the magma lake she created. Her petite and cute body formed a very sharp contrast with the hideous and terrifying mecha golem.

Chapter 292: Midnight Lord

"Catch him! It's that girl! She is the commander of the 4th Legion of Iron Warriors! Without the Golem to save her life, she is no longer immune to magic!"

The emperor of Trabzon roared and swooped down from the sky. His flaming wings screamed across the sky and he swooped down on the elf loli's head like a meteor, and he was about to grab her head with his flaming phoenix claws!

However, at this moment, a shadow flashed across the sky like a dark lightning, so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye! Before the Emperor of Trabzon could react, his neck was precisely torn open by the claws, two streams of blood flowed out, his head rotated 180 degrees backwards, and he fell to the ground powerlessly, turning into a pool of meat paste.

Fortunately, Komnenos' phoenix power was indeed powerful. Under such circumstances, the pool of rotten meat could actually be restored to human form under the burning of the purple phoenix fire.

The people present looked at the head of Komnenos in surprise. He was just in a rapid dive! How could someone catch up with the speed of the phoenix and cut his neck accurately? ? ?

At this moment, the dark clouds of death covered the nearby sky, and the dim light cast a terrifying atmosphere. The noisy battlefield was filled with the eerie howling of wild beasts, accompanied by the flapping of thousands of bats' wings. The black bats that covered the sky and the sun flew here from all directions.

Surrounded by thousands of bats, a melancholy and silent vampire lord quietly appeared in front of everyone. She was wearing midnight blue armor, decorated with terrifying elements such as lightning, skulls, and human skin. Her pitch-black clothes contrasted with her sickly pale skin.

Her skin was as white as snow, as if she had never seen

On her thin and haggard face, a pair of scarlet eyes were deep and dark, flashing with the light of blood, her long black hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, her pale lips were slightly opened, her sharp fangs and the claws in her hands were dripping with fresh blood.

Thousands of bats circled and danced around her tall, thin body, making sharp screams, as if cheering for her. The dark bat swarm was like a black storm, covering the entire battlefield in eternal darkness and fear. Several elite Roman soldiers who had fought in battles and cut down flags were terrified just by looking at her appearance, as if they were falling into an icy cave.

Konrad Curze, commander of the 8th Legion of the Night Lords.

"Stop him! I'll kill Perturabo!"

Aenarion gritted his teeth and finally broke the Iron Lord's shell, forcing her to reveal her fragile true face. It would be a pity to give up now. He wanted to take a gamble and continued to charge forward, but the next second, another huge shadow came over the sky. The monster was not fast, but it was so huge that the two dragons of the Paleolithic family could not resist it and were knocked all over the place! The thing fell directly into the magma lake like a mountain! It stood between Aenarion and Perturabo!

Instantly, the ground shook, and the huge impact force caused the molten magma to splash everywhere, burning and corroding everything it touched! It was as spectacular and terrifying as a volcanic eruption. Before Aenarion could react, a tail-like thing screamed and tore through the sky, sweeping across, and directly smashed the triple defense-reducing psychic skeleton with one blow, and the tail whipped Aenarion away!

"Cough, cough!"

Aenarion struggled to get up. The attack power and destructive force were as terrifying as Llane's Sacred Slash. He looked up and found a huge beast sitting in the lava lake. It looked like a dragon, but its muscles were abnormally swollen and terrifying. It did not have the slenderness and elegance of a dragon. The muscles were bulging and crowded together like hills, making the dragon look like a muscular man, showing the aesthetics of violence.

The thick and huge dragon's skin had no dragon scales, and was covered with a layer of dark and solid obsidian. In the gaps between the obsidian, hot and sticky red molten magma flowed, mixed with sulfur and other poisonous gases, and black smoke rushed straight into the sky from every corner of her body! The billowing black smoke covered the sky and the sun, and some bats were smoked to death on the spot. They kicked their legs and fell headfirst from the sky to the ground, which made the Lord of the Eighth Legion frown.

Her two front paws were clenched into fists, and after being covered with magma and obsidian, they were no longer dragon claws, but two heavy hammers with molten lava flowing on their surfaces. The tip of her long tail was also a giant meteor hammer made of obsidian.

This is a giant dragon from another dimension, a magma dragon! Her identity is also clear, Vulkan, the leader of the 18th Legion of Salamanders, the smallest legion of the Janissaries.

"Hey, Old Four, I told you that you should build a steel golem shell just to stack up your defense. Look, it was controlled to death by lightning, and then broken by a physical explosion, right? If you want to defend yourself, you still have to train your muscles! How can mere steel compare to well-trained muscles?"

The giant dragon, which looked strong and wild on the surface, uttered a gentle female voice. She raised her extremely thick dragon arms, showing off her obsidian-covered muscles, and persuaded Perturabo.

"Stop talking nonsense! I didn't lose! I have as many spare iron golems as I want. Besides, I don't have to spend time operating the golems. My speed and dodge rate have increased significantly, and I can concentrate on casting spells and destroying enemies! The battle has just begun! I don't need your help!!!"

The elf loli cursed in a bad temper.

"Besides, I'm an elf! No matter how much I train, I can't be as exaggerated as a dragon like you! Your muscular physique is considered abnormal among dragons!"

"You two, can you please stop arguing and finish the killing quickly and go back? It's daytime now, and I've used up a lot of mana to be able to move around under the sun. This damn forbidden teleportation array means only the two of us can fly over quickly to help you."

Surrounded by thousands of bats, Koz opened his pale lips and spoke in a low voice that could not be heard by others. The voice was even blocked by the sound of millions of bats flapping their wings. The quarrel between the two legion masters in the distance was even more inaudible.

The Romans were somewhat desperate. Their elite assault team was only able to kill a legion leader, but the other side had two legion commanders who could provide rapid support by flying. No matter where they attacked, they would have to face at least two legion commanders. Going out in this situation would be simply courting death.

Several people quickly gathered together. Aenarion retracted the Spear of Bacchus, and the anti-teleportation array of the Roman Red Flag disappeared. Caledo instantly teleported several people back to the safety of the White Tower - that was the only place in Constantinople that could be teleported, and only a few people with White Tower certification could teleport in.

"Forget it. Although we didn't kill Perturabo, we did destroy one of their artillery positions and knocked out dozens of cannons, which is a great achievement. We can use the magic barrier and the walls of Constantinople to resist the remaining hundreds of cannons. They have come a long way and 600,000 troops have gathered under the walls of Constantinople. We have enough supplies and food in our city. If we continue to fight, the Ottomans will be the first to give up."

Caledo forced a smile and said to encourage everyone.

Chapter 293: The brave Lao Luo, together we face the national crisis

The Romans gave up

After the attack, the war entered a long period of attrition. Perturabo concentrated all the artillery of the Ottoman Empire and bombarded a section of the city wall. The continuous sound of artillery fire lasted from six in the morning to six in the afternoon. Because darkness would affect the accuracy of the artillery, they would not fire at night. After twelve hours of shelling every day, they sent a large number of civilians to pick up the granite shells for tomorrow's bombing.

During the bombardment, there were also a large number of cannon fodder, who carried sacks of stones and sand to fill the moat under the cover of artillery fire. These elven farmers recruited from nearby had neither combat training nor weapons and equipment. They fell like weeds in the face of Constantinople's fierce firepower, but their numbers were too large. There would always be some who slipped through the net and could throw in a large bag of stones. The bodies of the dead also became excellent props for filling the moat. For a time, the entire river was blocked by corpses and stones, turning into a shocking color of blood, and the flow rate also dropped at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that the efficiency of filling the moat was not enough, Perturabo ordered the Iron Warriors to capture all the elven women and children from the nearby villages and let them mix in with the crowd to arouse the sympathy of the Romans, making them reluctant to open fire and interfere with the filling of the moat. This trick was really effective. The Roman high elves were furious when they saw the Ottoman high elves taking the high elf women and children as hostages and shields, but they could not move the crossbow in their hands to light the dry fuse. However, some humans and half-elves from Italy were able to continue shooting.

The magic barrier of this section of the city wall can block the artillery shells for a full six hours. The magic power of the mages will be exhausted, and they will need to rest, recover, and wait until tomorrow to replenish their magic power. However, the Roman artillery is too scattered, and there are not enough artillery to shoot at the Ottoman artillery positions. Even if they bombard the city for a whole day, they cannot break through the magic barrier of the Iron Warriors mages.

For the remaining six hours, they could only rely on the Theodosian Walls to withstand the artillery fire.

The horrific scene of the artillery attack was terrifying. When hundreds of artillery pieces fired at the same time, it seemed as if the entire city was torn apart by artillery fire! The huge artillery made a deafening roar, and the terrifying sound waves destroyed people's eardrums, making people feel fear and despair. The shells whistled through the air and hit the city walls and buildings fiercely, making the entire city walls tremble. The dust that had accumulated for thousands of years was shaken out of the gaps in the bricks and stones, and was thrown to the ground.

Several misfired shells whistled past the top of the city wall and landed in the residential area behind them. The powerful shock wave swept through everything with devastating force, turning houses, streets, and residents into a bloody ruin of wood and stone. Fires were burning, black smoke was rising, and the entire street was filled with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and death.

"Don't panic! Although their firepower is fierce, look, the Theodosian Walls haven't even been scratched! Nothing can destroy the wall under our feet! The Arab Empire can't, the Mongol Empire can't, and the Ottoman Empire can't!!!"

Amid the extremely fierce artillery fire, the defending general barely managed a smile to boost the morale of the soldiers, and this was just the power of an ordinary stone-throwing cannon.

Although the Muhammad Cannon can only be fired seven times a day, and its firing rate is extremely slow, each bombardment is extremely powerful! After the Iron Warriors of the Fourth Legion made sufficient preparations for the firing, the pastors, imams, and other religious personnel of the Sixteenth Legion took out holy oil, anointed this ridiculously large cannon, and chanted the words of the Koran to consecrate the cannon.

After the prayer, Muhammad's cannons began to bombard with a roar that shook the world! Sometimes the shells destroyed the entire section of the city wall, sometimes a part of the city wall, sometimes a tower, or a breastwork - no wall was strong enough to withstand the terrible bombardment of such a huge cannon. The magnificent Theodosian Wall was destroyed for the first time since its construction. Brick and stone fragments fell down like raindrops. The defenders were dumbfounded and panicked when they saw this scene. Many elves even knelt on the ground and prayed for the protection of the Roman emperors.

Amid the endless sound of artillery fire, the heavy city walls collapsed, the tall houses crumbled, the entire Constantinople was shaking, and thick smoke billowed from the city walls and artillery positions that stretched for hundreds of meters. The smoke, accompanied by bursts of scarlet flames, rushed straight into the sky! The battle clearly broke out in the westernmost wall area, but even the easternmost palace area was trembling in the deafening sound of artillery.

The psychological impact of the bombardment was even more severe and effective on the defenders. The roar, smoke and vibration of the bombardment caused panic even to experienced Roman soldiers and Italian mercenaries. For civilians, it was more like a sign of the end of the world. The screams, cries and shouts of the people mixed together to form a chaos and panic. Crowds were running around everywhere, women fainted in the streets, and helpless citizens could only gather in churches, hoping in vain for God's salvation.

Finally, at night, the Ottoman bombardment stopped, and Constantine immediately ordered the soldiers to go into the moat, pick up the things thrown by the Ottomans, restore the flow of the moat, and repair the Theodosian Walls that had not been scratched for a thousand years. Aenarion also used the methods of dealing with bombardment in later generations and taught them to these people who were at the turning point of the times.

First of all, no matter how solid the stone is, it can't stop this thing. You need to use a composite wall to block it. In short, there are several layers of soft sand, wool, and mud between two layers of solid stone walls. Anyway, the softer it is, the slower it will move.

The higher the momentum, the better the ability to resist artillery shells, and this composite wall can resist artillery fire better than a pure stone wall.

Thank God, although the Ottomans' cannon-casting technology was very terrible, it was still in the category of stone-shooting cannons. They fired granite shells, which, after shattering the first layer of solid stone wall, would directly sink into the soft sand and mud in the interlayer, adding a huge stone to the new wall as a defense.

The craftsmen suddenly realized the solution and immediately followed this method to fill the hole overnight. Emperor Constantine frowned and asked a question in return.

"Why didn't you tell me about this method in advance?"

"If I had said before today that the Theodosian Walls would be blown down by artillery, would you have believed it, Your Majesty? Do you think anyone in Constantinople would have believed it?"

Aenarion asked helplessly, causing Constantine to fall silent.

The next day, the excited Iron Warriors found that the cracks they had blown out yesterday had been temporarily repaired, so they continued to fire. The thunderous roar lasted for six hours, and they once again destroyed the magic screen of the White Tower of Constantinople and began to attack the city walls.

Under Perturabo's command, the fast-firing stone cannons opened fire, and the granite shells all over the mountains and plains fell like raindrops, hitting the repaired parts of the city wall with incredible accuracy. However, this time, after a large number of shells smashed the first layer of rock wall, the entire shell sank into the second layer of soft mud and sand, becoming part of the city wall, and it was the kind with an arc! After several rounds of bombardment, the new walls became thicker and thicker because too many stone shells were trapped!

At the same time, Constantinople's craftsmen and mages began to use civil engineering materials and magic to reinforce and repair these temporary composite walls under the bombardment. The magicians of the Transfiguration Department used the two spells of [Turn Stone into Mud] and [Turn Mud into Stone] to transform stones into mud, and then mud into stone, so as to quickly repair the walls, so that four or five meters of mud were sandwiched between the two layers of stone walls.

The Iron Warriors also joined the mage army. Dozens of mages quickly cast [Disintegration]. A large number of spells were countered and destroyed by the White Tower mages, but there were still a few emerald green disintegration rays that screamed and tore through the sky, directly hitting the city wall, and disintegrating huge rocks into molecular forms invisible to the naked eye, destroying the foundation of the city wall, and causing sections of the wall to collapse.

Perturabo himself reappeared on the battlefield driving a new iron golem. This time he did not summon molten meteorites, but directly summoned a glacial mountain, covering the top of the entire city wall and smashing it hard on everyone's head!

But Caledor, Lord of the White Tower, was not willing to be outdone. If the two sides fought to the death, he was indeed no match for Perturabo. However, if they stood at a distance and only competed in spells, the Lord of Iron, who was only proficient in the shaping of energy and destruction, was far inferior to this knowledgeable generalist wizard.

The Lord of the White Tower cast a similar spell to counter the attack. Two huge glacier mountains collided heavily in the sky a thousand meters high, canceling and destroying each other with a deafening sound. The shock wave generated by the collision of the glaciers carried a large amount of ice and snow flying all over the sky, as if a blizzard mixed with frost had fallen in April.

However, Aenarion's method can resist ordinary stone-shooting cannons, but it is powerless against a super-large-caliber monster like the Muhammad Cannon. This thing can only fire seven shots a day, and the interval between each firing is almost an hour. But once it hits the city wall, it can at best create dense spider-web cracks, and at worst the city wall will collapse directly. Even the composite city wall that is trapped by a large number of shells cannot resist the bombardment of this power. The craftsmen can only seize the time in the one-hour interval between firing and risk their lives to repair the cracks.

When the war reached the third day, the entire Constantinople, with a population of hundreds of thousands, was mobilized. Emperor Constantine personally supervised the battle on the city wall. All the men went up to the city wall to shoot arrows and guns, learn civil engineering to repair cracks, and launch night attacks. Women, children, and the elderly dug the earth in the city, received stone and wood materials transported by Aenarion from Athens at the port, and then went to the front line to repair the city wall and cook for the soldiers.

Under the leadership of the emperor, the whole of Constantinople shared a common hatred of the enemy and faced the national crisis together.

Chapter 294: Bloody Tug of War

The horrific artillery bombardment lasted for seven days. The citizens of Constantine had become accustomed to the artillery and could even sleep peacefully amid the thundering Ottoman artillery fire. The Theodosian Walls were repaired and patched up but still stood tall. It became a habit for the Ottomans to bombard the city and fill the river during the day and for the Romans to repair the walls and pick up rubbish at night.

In the past few days, Roman scouts have also figured out the deployment of the Ottoman army.

Muhammad planned four camps to assault four areas of the Theodosian Walls. From south to north, they were the 3rd Legion - Sons of the Caliph, the 10th Legion - Iron Hands, the 16th Legion - Word Bearers, and in the northernmost area there were two legions, the 13th Legion - Ultramarines of Warmaster Gilman, and Muhammad's Throne Legion, the 21st Legion - Scythes of the Sultan.

Perturabo's Fourth Legion, the Iron Warriors, were specialized in artillery bombardment and were not responsible for charging into battle. Although they only blew down the walls of the northernmost zone, where the Sultan and the Warmaster were located, people in the other three zones were also working hard to fill the trenches and bombard with the remaining artillery fire, but the density was not as exaggerated.

The Eighth Legion, the Midnight Lords, and the Eighteenth Legion, the Salamanders, are mobile forces. One of them is a vampire, and the other is a magma dragon. With their excellent flying and maneuvering abilities, they can reinforce any problem.

The war zone of the issue.

The last legion, the Fifth Legion, the White Scars, was deployed by the Sultan at the end of the entire camp. This legion was a cavalry team formed by nomadic children, used to fight field battles with Hungarians and Poles on the banks of the Danube. They were not good at sieges, so their mission was the lightest: to protect the baggage troops so that the food and baggage of the entire empire could be continuously transported from the capital Edirne to the front line of Constantinople.

Once a problem arises here, the Eighth Legion's Midnight Lords and the Eighteenth Legion's Salamanders can provide reinforcements in a short time with their extremely fast flying speed. This system is almost perfect.

When the siege was on the tenth day, the Ottomans had filled several flat slopes in the moat with rocks, mud, artillery shells, and even corpses. The Janissaries from four war zones and five legions blew the attack horns at the same time. The fully armed soldiers pushed towering siege towers and battering rams and launched an attack in the face of the fierce artillery fire of the Romans!

"Destroy those siege weapons!"

The Roman defenders in the four war zones roared in anger. The cannons deployed on the city walls roared like thunder, bombarding the siege towers dozens of meters high. The Ottoman wizards cast defensive magic to intercept the shells, but were countered by the wizards in the Roman White Tower with the same magic. Both sides played the nesting doll game, with arcane meteors covering the sky and flying all over the sky.

Amidst the flying magic meteors, a cannonball hit the siege tower heavily, breaking the tens-meter-high tower in half. The towering wooden tower collapsed with a loud bang with the sound of wood tearing, crushing dozens of Janissaries into meat paste.

However, the number of Ottomans was too large, and many siege towers still rushed to the walls of Constantinople. Thick climbing boards were lowered from the top of the tower, and a large number of Janissaries wearing chain mail or zip ties followed the boards and charged directly towards the city walls!

"Allah! Hu Akbar!!!"

"For Christ! For the Empire! For the Senate and the Roman People!!!"

The Roman soldiers also roared wildly, blocking the connection between the staircase and the city wall, and fought fiercely with the Janissaries who rushed over! The Janissaries who rushed to the front saw only seven or eight spears stabbing at him fiercely, causing him to lose his balance and fall from the sky dozens of meters high with a scream, and fell into a pool of rotten meat mixed with iron and blood at the foot of the city wall.

The Janissaries behind him held up their shields to keep their balance and swung their hammers in their right hands. Every time they smashed, they could blow a Roman's head off. However, the wall in front of him was so densely packed with Roman soldiers armed with weapons that he had no place to stand and could not move forward. The Roman soldiers behind him even raised their muskets and crossbows and fired at him, making dozens of transparent holes in his body. The man fell from the top of the city wall with a trail of blood.

The Janissaries inside the siege tower were not to be outdone, and they also raised their muskets and bows to fight back. With the explosion of gunpowder and the trembling of bowstrings, the densely packed Roman soldiers fell like weeds. Another group of Janissaries wearing heavy armor forcibly landed, but were intercepted by the elite Roman soldiers who followed.

For a moment, the city wall, which was only a few hundred meters long, was surrounded by eleven siege towers. The two sides launched an extremely bloody battle on the extremely narrow wooden landing point. Swords and arrows were fired, and the two elven armies of different beliefs spared no effort to destroy each other's lives, resulting in a stalemate. The Romans failed to push the Janissaries back, but they did not retreat a step either. The corpses of both sides piled up like mountains.

At the foot of the city wall, more Janissaries, braving the fierce Roman artillery fire and stepping on the corpses of their companions, stormed to the city gate. Several secretly hiding mages took advantage of the Roman mages' inattention and used disintegration magic to blast out several disintegration rays, only to find that the damn city gate was covered with an anti-magic shield. Although the Romans had declined, their foundation was still there. They had no choice but to wait for the battering ram to be transported over on the filled moat, cast several amplification spells on the soldiers responsible for breaking down the city gate, and began to break down the door.

Seeing the enemy starting to smash the gate, the Roman soldiers inside the city wall did not tolerate them. They poured hot oil over the gate through the holes, and then threw a torch, turning the gate into a fiery hell! The Janissaries were first severely burned by the boiling hot oil, their skin was covered with red blisters, and then they were burned by the flames. They screamed, shrieked, cried and slapped the flames on their bodies, but they could not extinguish the anger of the Romans until they were burned to death.

The brutal siege lasted for a whole day. Although the Ottoman Empire had a large number of people, the battle surface was limited to the connection between a dozen siege towers and the city walls. No matter how many people there were, they could only stay at the back and wait for the people in front to die before filling in. The advantage in numbers could not be brought into play at all. Muhammad tried to let the flying Midnight Lords Legion and the Salamander Legion cross the city wall to carry out a decapitation tactic, but found that the densely packed wizard towers deployed extremely exaggerated anti-aircraft firepower. Relying on the thousand-year-old Roman heritage, all kinds of damage spells were released crazily into the sky as if they were free.

If they flew in, they would lose the cover and support of the ground forces. Muhammad did not dare to take the risk, nor did he dare to force into death the two legion commanders who had not completely submitted to him, so he had to give up.

When night fell, several legions were exhausted and could not even set foot on Constantinople.

We can only retreat temporarily and fight again tomorrow.

Seeing the Ottomans retreating with their siege weapons like a tide, Emperor Constantine, who was personally supervising the battle and killing the enemies on the city wall, was so tired that he sat on the blood, gasping for breath. Finally, he finally survived another day.

Chapter 295: Thieves and Soldiers

The endless artillery bombardment continued, and a batch of newly cast artillery was transported from the factory in Edirne to the war front, increasing the number of artillery in the other three war zones. When the war reached the tenth day, the Theodosius Wall in the northernmost main war zone had been riddled with holes by Perturabo's fierce artillery fire. The outermost low wall completely collapsed and the bricks and rubble were pushed into the moat by the Janissaries who were attacking the city. The bricks and stones were so huge that they could not be lifted out of the river without professional equipment.

At night, when the Roman citizens carried bulky professional equipment and carefully opened the city gates to dig the moat, the Midnight Lords Legion took action. With creepy howls, the pale-skinned vampire lords floated in the darkness like ghosts. Before the citizens could react, their throats were cut by sharp claws, their blood was sucked dry by fangs and they turned into mummies, or they were cut into pieces in a short time using extremely cruel methods!

The huge terror in the darkness frightened the citizens and they screamed and hurriedly retreated back to the safe city under the cover of the army. The sound of thousands of bats flapping their wings was as deafening as thunder! There were also creepy ghost screams and wild beast howls. Some cowards even foamed at the mouth and fainted under the fear!

Some vampire lords even wanted to take advantage of the chaotic crowd to rush into the city, but the moment they passed through the city gate, they crashed into an invisible barrier and broke their necks. They could only straighten their cervical vertebrae with both hands, and then randomly picked an unlucky guy to drink his blood to repair their injuries.

It's weird. The fighting power of vampires is extremely terrifying. They are masters of magic such as enchantment and illusion. Their physical strength can be compared with giant beasts like real dragons. However, this powerful race that practices both magic and martial arts also has many limitations. For example, they will be burned to death if exposed to the sun, and they cannot enter other people's houses without the invitation of the owner.

The entire Constantinople was actually modified into a "mansion" by magical means. Without the permission of the owner of Constantinople, we couldn't even enter the city gate.

Because of the terrorist attacks of the Midnight Lords at night, the Romans were forced to abandon the moat. On the thirteenth day, the moat and the outer wall completely collapsed. Every morning, the Ottomans spent six hours using cannons to blow up the magic barrier. Then, a large number of battering rams and siege towers would advance forward accompanied by the trembling earth and flying artillery fire, blasting the city walls while attacking. Fortunately, every attack of the Janissaries was repelled by the brave Roman soldiers relying on the city walls.

However, as the Sultan and the war marshal were in the northernmost main battle zone, the Theodosius Walls were already like patched clothes on a beggar, tattered all over. They were all composite walls temporarily built by craftsmen during the battle. The power of Muhammad's cannon was so terrible that it could even directly blast through the remaining double-layer walls. After blasting through the walls, it still flew more than 1,600 meters, smashing seven or eight streets along the way with a devastating force before it barely stopped in the downtown area.

Constantine and Aenarion were extremely anxious. They could not continue to be in a stalemate like this. The Ottomans might not be able to hold out for long due to food and grass problems, but if they continued to bomb at this rate, it was also a question whether they could hold out until the Ottomans collapsed. They could not put all their hopes on the front battlefield.

In his thirteen-day scout report, Aenarion finally came up with a plan. He would lead his own legion to intercept the food supplies, causing the Ottoman army to suffer from a food shortage and confront the Fifth Legion in charge of escorting the food supplies: the White Scars.

Aenarion counted the troops he could mobilize: 8,000 phalanx infantry, 3,000 Varangian Guards, 2,000 Thessalian cavalry, 500 Mongol cavalry, and a full 20,000 Tatar nomadic cavalry reorganized into the form of household soldiers, and 500 Pegasus Knights supported by the Knights Hospitaller, a total of 34,000 people. Although the quality is not as terrible as that of the Janissaries, the number is more than three times that of a Janissary legion!

I am now a completely different person from before. I can now fight a fully-strength Janissary Corps head-on in the field.

And Aenarion had chosen the place for the battle.

The best route for transporting grain from the Ottoman capital of Edirne to the Roman capital of Constantinople was to go through the Meriz River into the Aegean Sea and then reach the sea south of Constantinople. Water transportation greatly reduced the transportation costs of grain and supplies.

However, Aenarion's navy was too terrifying, and the Ottomans were forced to take the more costly and less efficient land transportation method, walking directly from Edirne to Constantinople.

Therefore, Aenarion directly requisitioned a large number of inland ships and transported more than 30,000 of his own troops along the Meriz River to Edirne, the head and heart of the Ottoman Empire. Firstly, it could threaten the core of the Ottoman Empire, and secondly, because it was the farthest from Constantinople, the support from the Night Lords and Salamanders would come relatively slowly.

On April 1453, 4, Aenarion's army advanced by land and sea. All the infantry rode on Viking longboats along the Meriz River to Edirne, and all the cavalry rushed along the east bank of the river. In this battle, he brought all his strength and all his familiars to interrupt Osor's