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

"It seems that the Ottomans are quite united." Da Vinci flipped through the confession of the Ottoman officer in his hand, but he became even more curious. "So this is how you got him to confess in these five minutes?"

"Taishigong was castrated, but he confessed before I even started. Oh, guards."

"Mr. Alvin, what's going on?"

"Please entertain our distinguished guest. It will probably take two or three days to completely dig out the contents of his mouth. I will come for a second interrogation tomorrow, and then we can consider counterattack."

"So, why did you spend so much time looking at Da Vinci?" - Alvin said to her in surprise after he opened the door after returning from a victorious night raid with the Genoese. "This doesn't really fit your personality."

"That's because we were the ones watching, Alvin." said the teacher with black-framed glasses. "From what Leonardo said, are you going to interrogate our Osman Taishigong tomorrow?"

"I don't expect him to write a history book. Besides, even if the Chronicle of Sultan Mamtim Sultan is written, it will probably be lost soon, Mr. Kong Ming." Alvin said as he poured water from the kettle.

"It looks like El-Melloi II has accepted a good student." He readily admitted his identity. "Tell me how you recognized me. I think my disguise skills are pretty good, Alvin Vashak."

"Tone." Alvin shook his glass. Although it was just an ordinary wooden glass, it looked like a transparent champagne glass in his eyes. "Because of the huge debt he had for a long time and because he was a teacher, the teacher died of overwork, but you didn't; no, at least you are not the current prime minister. This is the biggest difference."

"That's very insightful. You are worthy of being the best student in El-Melloi's classroom. I can't compare to your teacher in judging people."

"No, I'm still a long way from the double walls of the classroom, let alone Little Gray."

But when it comes to food, I can keep those two under control, Alvin added in his heart.

"Let's get back to the topic. How was the result of the night raid on the camp with General Justiania? This was a common occurrence in my time." Kong Ming asked.

"Not bad. We set a fire and burned some food. At least they won't be able to launch an attack in the next week."

"This is really amazing." He exclaimed. "Do you know the Battle of Guandu? After the food was burned, the outcome of the battle changed."

"Unfortunately, the Ottomans are still the hard power champions." Alvin flicked the paper in Da Vinci's hand.

"I'm sure you've read what's written here, sir."

With this information, no one can tell exactly how many troops Mamtim II has in his siege army in Constantinople.

The Ottoman Empire's talent for mobilizing regular and volunteer troops on an extremely large scale repeatedly left their opponents dumbfounded and guessing wildly. Ottoman historians who sang the praises of the Sultan simply compared it to a "steel torrent" and "as vast as the stars" - probably knowing why the Green Ivy and the Third Rome were at odds.

"Before this document was published, we who witnessed this army had given some specific figures, but they were all rough numbers. The estimates at the meeting ranged from 160,000 to 400,000."

"But in the face of this confession, these numbers become much more realistic," Da Vinci joked.

"The forces that the Sultan mobilized for a direct confrontation could not be as strong as the legend said. After all, the current Ottoman Empire is far less large than it was during the time of Suleiman. Countless armies are impossible, because all rulers want to know how many people his army has in order to organize it."

"According to this great defector, there are now 20 soldiers at the gates of Constantinople. Of these, about 15 are native soldiers, and of these, to are cavalry. In the th century, this was an astonishing number.

For example, in the Battle of Agincourt during the Hundred Years' War, the total number of the British and French armies was only 3.5. The British annihilated 112 French generals at a small cost of 10000 casualties, and won the most glorious victory during the Hundred Years' War with longbowmen as the main force - but the result was also obvious, a village girl from Orleans was born.

"If this is true, then the number of horses brought by the Ottoman army is very large, and the supply line has become extremely long. I believe the Prime Minister is well aware of this."

"I finally understand why that guy El-Melloi wanted me to come out." He smiled bitterly.

Damn, Lu Boyan’s fire was really fierce!

"In addition to these 60,000 soldiers as the main force, the rest of the Ottoman army was auxiliary and accompanying personnel. These included supply teams, carpenters, cannon foundries, blacksmiths, armorers, as well as tailors, bakers, craftsmen, vendors, and others who followed the army for profit or looting spoils."

"The long supply lines are something the Ottomans cannot avoid. This is our chance."

"But they were prepared for this." Da Vinci put down the confession. "The Ottomans had an astonishing number of livestock, even as many as the army. They used camels and mules to transport food. Not only that, the Ottomans even used them as a tool for entertainment. Almost everyone was keen to show off the best mule, horse or camel. It was a waste of natural resources."

"So this confession is extremely valuable. We got such valuable information without spending any effort. Let's forgive Mamtim for killing someone with a borrowed knife."

He probably knew why El-Melloi II had to come out to see his proud student, and unconsciously, he began to admire him more and more. He remembered that the last person who gave him such a surprise was Bo Yo.

One who knows clearly that something cannot be done but still does it is a sage.

Come on, young man.

PS1: Mr. Quin! Our Superman!

The best VTB is always with us!

PS2: I almost died from my roommate’s snoring yesterday...

Chapter 116 Undercurrents in the Sea of ​​Marmara

(＃Big Old Duck's 31-year character image has collapsed, fans cannot accept the live broadcast room's anger and demand to step down＃)

At dusk on April 4, the setting sun seemed to be burning the remaining clouds in the sky, making the sky appear a charming red color, reflected on the vast land beside the lonely city.

Facing this red, a man and a woman came to the beach of the Golden Horn, talking and laughing. The Venetian three-masted sailboats were mixed with Constantinople's own few masts and a large number of oars. The iron chain at the entrance of the harbor had sunk back to the bottom of the water.

History has proven that blocking the harbor to avoid war is an extremely stupid decision. The Beiyang Fleet is well aware of this. Who would throw away the control of the sea for nothing?

"Yesterday, we received news from Fort Rumelli that Leonidas met 'others who are similar to us' there. If I'm not mistaken, Ritsuka and the others are there."

Alvin picked up a stone at his feet and threw it towards the calm sea, but it only made two or three waves before it sank into the sea, in the truest sense of the word.

"Ah this..."

"Alvin's performance in hitting the water waves is not ideal." Da Vinci joked. She had never had this experience before, so she picked up a stone and threw it at the calm sea surface.

Of course, there is no difference at all.

"Look at my emerald splash with a radius of 20 meters!!!"

One, two, three... It was not until the seventeenth time that the unremarkable little stone finally followed its predecessor into the sea.

"I'm going to report the referee to come off the field himself."

"The report is invalid~?(^?^*)"

There were meaningless laughter and exclamations coming from the coast. Although no one knew what happened there, at least they were happy.

Although it was a wartime period, after Mamtim II raised the banner of no war, there was no solemn atmosphere in Constantinople. At the entrance of the dock, a voice called Alvin from behind.

"Hey, Mr. Alvin!"

Balto from Venice came over with a smile, looking like he had something to say. Because the two of them had come across the ocean together, Alvin, who knew the nature of the Venetians, naturally knew what he wanted to ask, and said first: "As you can see, I have to go back to eat now."

"No, no, no, I have to invite you this time no matter what. You have to know that you have stood me up so many times. I finally caught you at the dock, so don't run away so easily!"

If Alvin hadn't known that the captain in front of him probably had something to ask of him, otherwise, facing such groundless accusations that insulted his personal reputation, he would have rolled up his sleeves and entered the same state of hell many years ago again.

"I guess this is your wife, she is very beautiful." The captain continued. "I didn't expect you could have such a beautiful woman come here with you. I guess this is the power of love."

Alvin just smiled at Captain Balto's "unwarranted praise" and wanted to take Da Vinci's hand and leave, but at this moment, Da Vinci's sweet words rang in his ears.

"Go ahead. It's not good to stand people up all the time. Leave the teacher to me."

As that gentle voice rang in his ears, Alvin's ears gradually began to rumble, the sound of the tide was sometimes far away, sometimes near, his violent heartbeat was beating irregularly like a drum, and even the sound of blood flowing was clearly audible.

——So much so that he didn’t even notice the word “teacher” in the words.

"Hey, the person has left."

"Go to hell, how can you call someone madam when you meet her without knowing anything about her?"

"Hey, the girl has come all the way from Venice by land to chase her, why are you still hesitating here?"

Balto was very confused about this behavior. What was this? A man remained a virgin until his death?

Alvin frowned, exhaled and said, "I hope so."

When I was young, I always wanted to have a harem, but when this option was put in front of me, I found that everything was not that simple.

Alvin knew his physical condition very well. He estimated that he would be taken back by Goetia in a year at most. If there was no backup plan, it would be the time for Vashak to preside over his funeral. There was only one person from the audience to the emcee, which was quite shabby.

Even after nearly seven years, he still has a clear understanding of himself: I am not a savior, just a stepping stone.

"For the sake of this world and the people we love... cherish, please grow up quickly, the true savior, Fujimaru Ritsuka."

He muttered to himself, but was suddenly patted on the shoulder by someone next to him.

"What does a person talk to himself about?"

"Nothing, are you really going to treat me to a barbecue?"

"Of course - there's more to it than that." Balto said, showing his big white teeth. This breathtaking way of speaking was really a headache.

"But this is not the time to talk. Let's talk after the barbecue is over. Why, can't you drink light beer?"

"No, I'm not adding seawater to it."

At night, with the refreshing sea breeze blowing, Alvin and the crew had a dinner together on the dock. A group of people grilled meat and drank beer around the campfire, which was a celebration after a day's work.

"Guys, raise your glasses!" Alvin stood up first, holding up his foaming glass, and gave the order in a deep voice.

"For wealth! Kill Osman!"

"For wealth! Kill Osman!"

Alvin had not been rejected by the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts, but he still had the skills to fool people. The sailors in Venice shouted and cheered in unison. The cheers from the heart spread in the night, and the rich aroma of barbecue gradually drifted through the streets and alleys of Constantinople.

Amid the lively celebration, no one noticed that their captain and the person who had first instigated them had quietly left.

"Now, let's get down to business."

The Venetians nodded.

"I think it's time to take the initiative."

Having said that, he took a tentative look at Alvin's expression and found that there was no change in the other party.

"Then go out. North African pirates are not afraid of even the best ship-borne artillery in Europe? Not to mention that most of them are from the Ottoman navy with oars and sails?"

The captain shook his head and then told a story.

"Have you ever been in a situation like this? The calm waves on the surface are rushing towards the shore, towards the sea, but the water under your feet is pulling you in to the sea."

"I've encountered it once, but I don't want to encounter it again in my life." He still looked frightened, and it seemed that the trauma that incident had left on him was very huge.

“That incident almost took my life.”

Now that things have come to this, if Alvin still doesn't understand, he can probably apply to Chaldea tomorrow to go back to do logistics work.

"You mean... the Ottomans shifted the focus of the war to the sea?"

PS1: ywwuyi, you betrayed the virgin class! You are really despicable now! ——Suzhou Baijixiong

I didn't break the defense when holo was trying to kill himself, but I did break the defense when the harem was formed.

Wait, this seems to be what happened on the 22nd...■■The sword is coming?

PS2: Let’s go, let’s continue watching Shuang Ge.JPG

Chapter 117 Moonlit Sea

The next morning, the night was cold and drizzling. Constantinople was dark, with few houses still lighting up. There were still a few stars hanging in the sky, twinkling faintly.

"Three thirteen."

Alvin got up from the bed, held the door handle with both hands and turned it gently, so that the sound of opening the door could be minimized. The seven years of darkness brought him countless immeasurable wealth.

The corridor was empty, and the oil lamp at the stairs was still burning quietly. He moved step by step along the wall, and his movements were so skillful that people were astonished.

But things were not so smooth. Just after Alvin closed the door on the first floor, a voice sounded beside him.

"You want to go to sea, Alvin."

"...Yes, that's right. Romulus Quirinus, why are you waiting for me here in the middle of the night?"

The Roman god did not answer it directly, but instead raised another question.

"You're in a very bad situation right now."

“How come you see?”

"'Abnormal'. Irreversible changes are taking place in your body. Although I don't know how you are related to them, it is a fact that you don't have much time left, Alvin."

The streets were empty in the early morning. The whole of Constantinople was still in a deep sleep. The streets were quiet, as quiet as a motionless soul.

"You don't look surprised at all, my friend."

"Without them, I would have been dead for three years."

Since the truth has been seen through, there is nothing to hide. This is what Alvin thought. After all, no one would be mean to a dead person.

"The three ships sent by the Pope are about to arrive. The Ottomans will not miss this opportunity. We must completely destroy their naval forces and block the strait so that the troops and information from Anatolia cannot be transmitted. Calculating the time, it is time for the Mamluks and Karaman to take action."

"The Sultan will not abandon his base. In comparison, the Balkans are less important. This is a good decision - if there is no Servant."

The sun has not yet risen from the horizon, and the moonlight shines on the sea. The sea at this time is probably the most beautiful time of the day, quiet and clear.

“Going out to sea when the air is freshest will give you a great day!”