Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

PS1: "Ten years ago, someone told you that CF could shatter the aura, did you believe it?"

So hard, you are so strong!

PS2: 3:44, take a break, will get up and practice driving later

Chapter 059: Fishing boats are a specialty of Rome, you have to try it

Adoni still remembers what Sultan Erdogan said when he accepted the title of Admiral of the Navy awarded to him that day.

"From now on, you are the naval marshal of the Hun Empire. This is a testament to the palace minister's wisdom in identifying a talent. You should be grateful."

——Compared with the Sultan, he was more like a servant, and compared with Murad II who repelled the Crusaders in Varna, he lived a dog's life.

This doubt was not answered until he was transferred to the Black Sea to attack Romania. He finally understood why it was still declared to be the Ottoman Empire, but was actually called the Hunnic Empire.

When a rainbow appeared across the sky, he became more determined to serve the Hun Empire as a dog.

"It is my honor to be Lord Attila's dog. My Hun Empire is invincible in the world!"

To show his loyalty, he personally led the fleet to the Genoese gathering place in Galata and bombarded the residence of the Genoese governor with the cannons on his ship. The result was naturally a fight to the death, and he left tonight. Of course, all this was not without reward. He became the commander-in-chief of the Ottoman Turkish Empire Navy. Of course, the word Pasha is more appropriate.

But this is actually not glorious. From the captain of the Genoese masted sailing fleet to the head of the galley, if it were not for the few carracks brought over at the beginning, it would be too shabby.

Anyway, he has succeeded in becoming the commander of the Mongolian Navy. But I wonder if he still has the ability to roam the Mediterranean Sea after being part of the exploiting class for so many years.

Alvin, who had become an acquaintance of the captain during his days on the ship, was busy fiddling with a navigator's astrolabe, taking measurements and recording them in a metal-framed notebook that was tied to his belt by a ribbon.

"Captain Balto?"

"It's so shabby, it's really so shabby. Although the galleys are among the best in the inland sea, they are far from qualified if we want to advance to the Mediterranean."

If he remembered correctly, the surrendered Adoni Silva seemed to be among them.

"This time we're settling all the old and new grudges together. First mate, what's the wind direction?"

"It's the south wind."

"Full pull, pass, the left gun is ready to reload the first round."

The hydrology and wind direction of the Mediterranean Sea have always been unpredictable. Paddle sails do have great advantages when the wind stops, but when the south wind blows, it is time for carracks to take off.

Those who were worshipping in Constantinople in the early morning would not have imagined that a pursuit was taking place on the Bosphorus Strait, just across the wall from them.

"Captain, an unidentified ship appeared behind us!"

"What are they from?"

"It's the Venetians! It's the Venetians' reinforcements!"

Adoni was instantly upset when he heard this. The first thing he thought of was not that the Venetians would actually support Byzantium, but that he had been hunted down for thousands of miles for what he had done when he was still a Genoese...

"Hey, you bastards from Genoa, you didn't expect me to be here, did you?" The captain who overtook them on the curve mocked them.

"Your father is back! What's wrong with Adoni, Ottoman lackey? Why don't you stay here and be a pasha instead of being a powerful figure in the Aegean Sea?"

"Shut up, Balto, you have no idea how brave our king is! I'm turning from darkness to light, I'm a hair on G2!"

Wow, the people in the Middle Ages were really simple. Alvin praised the quarrel between the two old enemies, but he didn't have much time to spare, as he had to prepare for the next battle.

"Fuck you, you wild dog, gunners, get ready! Target is that carrack, fire!"

The cannons that had been loaded long ago fired at this moment. Because the two ships were too close to each other, it was impossible to miss. This naval battle had already taken the upper hand from the very beginning.

In contrast, in the original world, the three carracks supported by the Pope at his own expense were surrounded by the Ottomans and their means of counterattack were simply to use spears to take advantage of their high ground to attack the enemies who wanted to board the ship; but the Venetians have already begun to use this method, which is really sigh-worthy.

Maybe it was destined that the place where they fought was right on the coast of the Galata area, which was the residential area of ​​the Venetians during the Fourth Crusade and is now the territory of the Genoese. It was really the best opportunity to capture Adoni, the surrendered guy, in this area.

Just one round of artillery fire had already caused immeasurable damage to the naval commander. Fire had started on the deck of the ship, and most of the sailors had to put out the fire. The only remaining archers were unable to launch an effective counterattack.

As for the oars and sails, the escort fleet behind them rushed to grab the credit, so this was a real "1V1 man-to-man battle".

In fact, there was no other possibility for this battle, and the defeat of the Genoese "traitors" was inevitable. Alvin had already asked the helmsman to speed up and approach. He saw that those on the ship had either picked up their guns or their swords, ready to strike hard at those who wanted to board the ship to fight. He took the flintlock, loaded the ammunition early, and aimed at the man he was protecting among the Ottoman soldiers waving swords in the distance.

The situation had become one man-on-one warfare, but Adoni was still in command, shouting to the soldiers around him: "Kill them all into the sea, don't let them get on board!"

"Oh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of gunfire came over, and a bullet pierced his head very accurately, and he fell down. It was a precise attack from Alvin who flew over with a rope. He was not holding a rifle, but just hit the captain's calf with one shot. As the saying goes, a defeat is like a mountain collapsing. There is no need to elaborate on what happened next, it was just a flat push.

"I really don't understand why you are so obsessed with this matter, sir."

Captain Balto said this while counting the spoils on the Veneto. He had seen a lot in many battles, but he had never seen anyone like Alvin. It seemed that he had no basis at all, but in fact there were traces to follow, and in the end it was always a huge profit.

"This is a long story. It all started in the far east with a naval commander named Niu Hulu..."

PS1: The joke about Niuhulu comes from the video of the magician

Chapter 060 Perfect Woman

The ship docked. The crew of the Veneto gathered on the deck. When the cables were tied to the dock and the gangplank was built, the trip was officially over.

Alvin went back to his room to pack his bags, now knowing exactly where to go and what to prepare when he got ashore. When he returned to the deck, Captain Balto was at a loss.

"The Ottoman ship has been handed over to the Genoese at the Double Pillar Port. Apart from that, I don't think there is anything else that can trouble you."

"I really need your help in this matter." He said. "Well, as you can see, due to some historical issues, their attitude is not very good. I think I need someone they trust to negotiate with them..."

"So you want me to go?" Alvin looked as if he had expected it. "Wait a minute."

When he got off the boat, Alvin suddenly found that there was a man next to him looking at him. The man looked to be in his thirties, wearing a white coat with a red belt on his upper body and dark trousers tucked into yellow boots on his lower body. He had long black hair and a full beard on his chin, looking exactly like an Ottoman.

Alvin walked slowly up the gangplank to the dock, and the man followed behind him. When they were only two steps away, the man stopped, smiled and bowed deeply.

"Welcome, sir! I confirm that you are the man that Mr. El-Melloi II mentioned. If not, then there must be something wrong with this. You must be Vassago..."

He stuttered, destroying the solemn atmosphere he had worked so hard to create, "A... Wen... Uh, what was it?"

"Don't be in a hurry, take your time," he was amused by the man.

"Well, sorry, you know, it's a pain in the ass to my tongue to pronounce those sounds."

"My name is Alvin Vasago, just call me Alvin."

"Ahh! Yes, that's right, welcome to, no, welcome back to Istanbul, Mr. Alvin!"

"Istanbul, oh... that's what you call this city."

"You should know that this is the same as Constantinople."

"It doesn't matter, man. I think before that, we have to take care of these reinforcements coming from Venice."

When Alvin set foot in Constantinople again, he was surprised to find that the city had begun to recover. After getting off the Veneto and calling the governor of the dock, Alvin strolled on the dock with nothing to do. A young couple walked by them, and the conversation of the newlyweds immediately attracted their attention.

"If those criminals continue, my father will not be able to bear it!" the husband complained, "If they continue like this, our store will have to close down!"

"Everything will be fine," the wife consoled her husband. "When the siege is over, everything will be fine."

"Aha!" the husband raised his hands sarcastically. "Palaiologos was a wimp. He simply ignored those Ottoman upstarts! And look what he got in return? Chaos!"

The wife quickly interrupted her husband's complaint: "Don't say such things casually!"

"Why can't I tell you? What did I say that wasn't true? My father was an honest man, but they stole everything from him!"

Come on, it’s too early to start greening the area.

But it was outrageous to say such things in broad daylight, so Alvin interrupted their conversation.

"Sorry, your voices are a bit too loud..."

The wife glared at her husband. Did you see that?

But the husband still turned to Alvin and greeted him: "Excuse me, sir. Uh... you must be a traveler. If you are visiting this city, I would like to invite you to visit my father's shop. The carpets he sells are famous in the whole Constantinople! Don't worry, the price is definitely affordable." He paused. "My father is a good man, but his business is almost ruined by those damn Ottomans."

Before the husband could finish his words, his wife hurriedly pulled him aside. Alvin did not force her. He walked into a pub, ordered a drink and sat there listening to the complaints of these lowest class people. He urgently needed to know the changes that had taken place during this period.

A group of Byzantine soldiers who had just returned from duty walked past him, talking about the city in front of them. Alvin narrowed his eyes and moved towards them.

"I really don't understand why those Greek villains are still holding on?" one of the soldiers asked in confusion, "They almost destroyed the city!"

"That's right. Before the arrival of Constantine XI Palaiologos, the whole city was not only filthy, but almost no one was hopeful about the future," another soldier echoed.

"That's right!" Another soldier interrupted, "How can you be so right! Look here now, there are nearly 30,000 residents. This is the first time in decades. Isn't this all our credit?"

"After all, we are on the verge of revival!" The first soldier agreed.

"Yes, but it's still difficult to maintain good relations between the Byzantines, Genoese and some Ottomans." The first soldier spoke again. "This is a big project."

"Then how can I recognize those Genoese?" Alvin asked matter-of-factly.

"Mercenaries wearing reddish coarse clothes," said the first soldier. "Those guys are Genoese. It's easy to get along with them, but there are still some things you need to be careful about."

After this drink, Alvin went to the front desk to pay the bill and then walked towards the exit of the pier. He believed that someone had been waiting for him for a long time.

Finally, he saw the figure.

"Welcome back," said Da Vinci. "Everyone who was worshipping in Hagia Sophia saw you. The battle was very exciting, especially the part where you flew to the ship."

"Sorry, we took a detour on the way, but if we hadn't, this battle probably wouldn't have happened."

They hugged each other like friends who had met after a long separation.

"How about seeing Constantinople again?"

"Although it looks beautiful, Constantinople is not a perfect city."

But there are perfect people in this world, without a doubt.

PS1: Today is the high school entrance exam, it’s quite late, but of course you still have to work hard.

PS2: “Are you teaching me how to cook?”

PS3: Sell - Account -

Chapter 061: The story of the emperor who went out for a walk and ended up being addicted to sandbox games

"I'm back, uh, everyone is here."

Alvin saw the four servants of Constantine gathered together for the first time in a long time. Before Alvin came back, they had been working on a large floor plan.

"We fought well this morning." El-Melloi II said as he lowered his head to make a model. "When did you become an assassin?"

"So you all saw it."

"The distance between Hagia Sophia and the Bosphorus Strait is only a sea wall. When the first round of artillery fire sounded, many people noticed it, let alone us."

"Come to think of it, I did see the Orthodox Patriarch worshipping..." At this point Alvin remembered something and said to El-Melloi II.

"By the way, teacher, I think we have to go meet Constantine XI."

"Excuse me."

Constantine XI Palaiologos walked in in casual clothes, looking as natural as if he was the owner of the house.

"Is this where you live? Oh, it's pretty big for a six-person dormitory."

"Ah this..."

"what's the situation?"

"Are you here to collect the rent?"

"Your Majesty the Emperor?"

At this moment, Basilius suddenly remembered something and hurried to the door and closed it.

"I almost forgot about this. Fortunately, I have a better skill."

Constantine XI looked very fortunate, which made Alvin feel that the distance between them was shortened a lot.

"The palace and the church are very close. I happened to be visiting the church today, so I thought of coming to visit you."

"Of course, it mainly depends on our heroes."

"I am hardly a hero, Your Majesty," Alvin said, but to Constantine XI this seemed like pure modesty.

"I don't think the person who can bring in such a strong reinforcement is an ordinary person." Valleol poured a glass of water for himself and Alvin. "If it were in the past, he would have been appointed governor, Alvin, I saw what happened this morning."

"So it's not necessarily a good thing to build Hagia Sophia so close to the Imperial Palace." He took the wooden cup handed to him by Constantine XI. "It's just some minor work, Your Majesty. Compared to me, how to properly deal with the Venetians is more important. After all, General Giustiniani..."

"He is a man of common sense, you can rest assured about that."

After that, Constantine XI, who originally wanted to leave, stayed because he was attracted by the things on the table.