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

Everyone was hacking at each other like crazy, with shouts and chaos everywhere. They hacked at the enemy and were hacked by the enemy; they slaughtered others and were slaughtered by others. The only way to survive was to send all those who raised swords in front of you to see God.

"Captain, the brothers can't hold on any longer! There's a gap on the left, and they're about to break in."

Rusti shouted humbly, "You have to hold on even if you can't! Between dying in battle and living a life worse than death, I'd rather choose the first one!"

As the captain, Rusticiano put on the breastplate with the Italian emblem early on, and joined the battle waving his sword. After knocking down two people in a row, he rushed to the next target without stopping. In the current situation, if he wanted to reach Constantinople alive, even the captain had to come and risk his life.

"Where are those rocks in the ballast tank? Throw them all down!"

For two hours, the Ottoman fleet fought fiercely with its extremely tenacious opponent. The Ottoman sailors and soldiers suffered heavy losses because they were unfamiliar with naval warfare, but they were outnumbered and gradually gained the upper hand.

The tall sailing ships were surrounded by dozens of galleys. Even if one or two were knocked away, new galleys would immediately fill in the missing positions, just like a large group of ants besieging a giant beetle. When an Ottoman longship retreated or was sunk because of exhaustion, more warships would come from all directions to supplement it, biting the opponent like hounds.

While fighting the infidels, Rustiqian ordered the four sailboats to be connected together with ropes. Then the four sailboats stood like four tall towers among the dark crowd of Ottoman warships. There were so many ships crowded on the sea that the color of the sea was almost invisible.

"Fuck, if I had known earlier I wouldn't have used so much ammunition. It would have been much more satisfying to fire so densely."

After seeing an Ottoman soldier, Rustiqian looked at the large group of galleys and said unhappily, then he threw himself into the fight again.

Constantine XI paced back and forth anxiously. He also wanted to lower the chains to let the navy in the harbor attack, but when he thought about the fact that his fleet was also made of carracks, which would be useless without wind, he could not just watch helplessly as the four merchant ships slowly drifted towards the other side of the Golden Horn at the foot of the Acropolis.

So, he handed over the decision-making power to the captains below who were far more familiar with the ocean than he was, praying that they could create a miracle.

As the battlefield of the naval battle drew closer, the Sultan rode his horse to the beach, excitedly gave orders and encouragement to the soldiers who were fighting bravely, then urged his horse into the shallow water. The Guards followed him, waiting for the sailboat to be captured or run aground.

The battle at sea had lasted three hours, and the Ottoman fleet seemed certain to win, while the Christian ships were exhausted and out of breath.

In an inconspicuous little room next to Hagia Sophia, El-Melloi II flipped through the book in his hand and said to himself, "Aren't you worried about the outcome of the battle in the strait?"

"I'm not worried at all. Alvin hasn't made any move yet. But Mr. Kong Ming, don't you have any feelings about this situation?"

"For example...Mianzhu or something."

What happened next was different from what El-Melloi II had expected. Nothing happened.

"I talked to Bojo in Valhalla," he said. "El-Melloi, do you know what he said?"

El-Melloi II shook his head. He never made judgments lightly. This was due to his "discerning eyes", but more importantly, he was naturally cautious.

"'Prime Minister, in fact, after the fire in Shangfang Valley, you already knew it was impossible.'"

"But I still firmly believe that a miracle will happen."

He put down the book in his hand and went upstairs to the roof.

"The weather is great today, just like that day."

"got windy."

PS1: To be honest, if Luo Guanzhong was writing the novel nowadays, the blades he received could probably be used to make a sword like Erye’s.

PS2: 2015TOP1——Olofmeister, Rating0.95

2016, 2017TOP1——Coldzera, Rating0.94

2018TOP1——S1mple, Rating1.03

2019TOP1——ZywOo, Rating1.04

The third day of IEM Haidian can be called a bad day for TOP1, and everyone has a bright future.

Broky: I saw NIKO sitting on a chair in the Boston finals, forcing a smile. NIKO played a big role in FaZe's dominance. At that moment, I thought that if I became a professional player, I must win everything.

It is our responsibility to restore the glory of Faze Clan.

FaZe Clan! Always UP!!!

Chapter 127 Yes, I came back just for Romani

(Oppose consumerism and do not blindly buy airplanes.)

At ten in the morning of April 4, two hours before dawn, Alvin lay on the deck, gazing at the starry sky, feeling the pleasant sea breeze, and drifting on the calm Sea of ​​Marmara.

He liked this feeling, or more accurately, he was intoxicated. After experiencing seven years of darkness, only then could he be free of distractions and truly relax.

The starry sky was his fantasy a long, long time ago. The little bright spots were mysterious and unpredictable, making people want to fly up and pick them. However, when he grew up, the reality told him that those mysterious little bright spots were no different from the sun.

Science has driven human progress, but it has also destroyed the original beautiful fantasy.

[I'm here in the middle of the night thinking about life. 】

A familiar voice sounded, with a bit of a mean tone, it could only be that guy who was number 3.

"I can't see myself clearly now, Vashago." Alvin stretched his hand towards the sky. He looked at his hand and saw that the back of his hand was covered with blood.

After that rainy night, his right hand had lost its warmth. Although he also used it to develop his left hand, which was not his dominant hand, there was always something missing in his heart.

Alvin gently placed his hands on his face, but after only a few seconds, he felt as if a piece of long-frozen ice was covering his face heavily.

Of course, he couldn't put his hands on his face, but Alvin himself didn't know where to put them. Putting them in his pockets wasn't right, nor was putting them in his trouser pockets. In the end, he had to spread his hands on the deck.

【Why do you say that? 】

"Do you know what I was really thinking on the first day I arrived in Chaldea?" he said calmly. "At that time, I was thinking about how to escape all day, but guess what I did?"

"As for me, I was just waiting for Animusphia to get tired of it and lay me off."

【But what you did completely betrayed your original idea. 】

Ah, yes, that's it.

[Then think about it again, when did you change your mind? ]

Since when did it start...

Alvin closed his eyes and began to recall.

Was it when you first met Mashu?

Was it the time when we saw the human experiments at the offshore oil field Seraphix?

Or that time with Olga Marie in the Aegean Sea?

No, it's none of these.

[It was on that day when you first met our king.]

Yes, that's right.

"Does this mean that I've only met a beautiful woman and ruined my life?" Alvin sighed.

[Yes, but also no. ]

"No, that's it. After escaping... no, after leaving Chaldeas, there are two paths in front of me. One is to live an ordinary life in Snowfield City for two or three years, and then have a very long dream one day, and then wake up and continue to live my ordinary life."

"Or maybe it was the day I rejected Lord Ulysses's ticket to Chile and continued to move towards Grand in London, and Flatt and Sfin, who would come to my magic studio to eat from time to time, to entertain me."

Alvin clearly remembered their first conversation that afternoon when Romani Achiman opened his door.

"You must be one of the new members this time. I'm Romani Achiman, the director of the medical department and the chief doctor here. We'll be colleagues from now on. By the way, what's your name?"

[In fact, you also had a chance in Paris, Mary Jane Manon. You had countless chances during that last day, but you ultimately chose the opposite path from Jesse.]

"Mary..."

I will never forget that beautiful lady in her prime who was good at dancing.

So, what about Leonardo da Vinci?

"...I don't know. I don't know how to face her."

After a long silence, Vashak spoke first.

[It's getting light, take a break first, you'll be busy today...]

The morning at sea comes earlier. Without the obstruction of mountains and forests, the morning sun rises lazily from the sea level, pouring out its sunlight and dyeing the sea water a brilliant golden color. It is back.

When the first ray of sunlight touched his eyelids, Alvin slowly opened his eyes and sat up. Although Vashak asked him to rest, he had no intention of sleeping. News of victory had already come from the Golden Horn. Given the habits of the Ottomans, they would probably mobilize all their men to intercept the four ships that the Pope had donated at the cost of everything he had. If these four ships met with an accident, the situation on land would take a sharp turn for the worse, and they would really be trapped to death in this strait.

Therefore, we must get out of here before being discovered by the Ottoman army in Shuangzhu Port.

While Alvin was thinking about life like a Psyduck, the first mate on the ship rang the alarm bell. The sailors gathered together yawning and putting on their clothes. Although they looked very haggard, they still obeyed the orders strictly.

"Everyone, you have half an hour to wash up, then lower the sails, go back to the cabin to get a long oar, and get ready to row!"

Everyone was stunned, and exhaustion turned into confusion.

"First mate, our ship is a sailboat, right?"

"The sail and the oars are both used. In order to speed up the voyage, I have to trouble you." The captain had a wicked smile on his face. Seeing that they were still unwilling to move, he rubbed his brow and sighed, "The last two people who get the oars are not allowed to go to the tavern to look for girls for two weeks!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the sailors scattered and ran away faster than rabbits, without even having time to complain.

"This is quite outrageous, but it is indeed very practical."

"What about you, man?"

"I have to go back to the cabin. I'll be busy then."

Alvin was really not idle. He returned to his cabin, where a strong smell of wood filled his nose. It smelled very nice. During his days in the Mediterranean, he fell asleep with the smell of wood.

The only thing that could be considered valuables in the cabin was a small box of silver coins, about two hundred of them, but this was not what Alvin was looking for.

He rummaged through a pile of debris and pulled out a knight's saber. He took off the exquisite scabbard, revealing a cold blade emitting a faint glow. He flicked his wrist and easily cut the chain.

What is particularly eye-catching is that there is a sapphire as big as an egg inlaid on the end of the handle, which looks like an enlarged version of a Persian cat's eye, mysterious and strange.

"After some modification, this doesn't look like a cheap product anymore." Alvin knocked on the board with it and said, "Get ready for work today, man."

It was not an easy task to let such a huge fleet enter the village quietly. The Venetians took great efforts to get all the fleets through the Shuangzhu Port, and right in front of them was a battlefield full of flames.

Perhaps it was just a coincidence that the south wind started blowing again.

At the moment the wind blew, the situation of the battle turned around. Christians believed that the only explanation was that God had extended a helping hand. At this moment, the Venetian fleet, which had hoisted its sails again, appeared in front of everyone against the setting sun.

"Full speed ahead! Get rid of these ungrateful pagans!" Rustiqian covered his left eye, chopped down an Ottoman who tried to board the bridge with a knife, and shouted loudly to the surrounding ships.

The huge square sails of the four caravels were slowly blown up, and under the protection of God's divine wind, the ships began to move forward together in the unstoppable strong wind. They gradually accelerated, broke through the encirclement of the fragile paddle boats, and rushed to the entrance of the Golden Horn.

Mamtim II cursed loudly at his commanders and warships, and even tore his gorgeous battle robe in rage, but night had fallen and it was too late to pursue the enemy.

In the dark night without moonlight, the remaining carrack fleet in the Golden Horn sailed out from behind the iron chain, each ship carrying a large number of horns, which were blown loudly after entering the Sea of ​​Marmara, and the crews followed the Ottomans and shouted victory slogans. Bartoglu thought that the Byzantine fleet in the Golden Horn had launched an attack to fight against the exhausted fleet, and hurriedly issued an order to retreat.

"Do you think you can still run away?"

Amid the ringing of church bells and the cheers of citizens, a figure stepped on the mast and flew to Baltoglu's flagship. The gorgeous dance seemed to announce that the Sultan's naval fleet, which he had worked so hard to build, had at this moment become cattle and sheep to be slaughtered.

At the other end of the battlefield, the Venetian sailboats surrounded the Genoese sailboats and escorted them into the harbor. The young Sultan was stunned. He said nothing, whipped his horse whip hard and galloped away.

For the Sultan who lost the naval battle, he had to consider the possibility of retreat.

PS1: ZywOo’s birthday is on the same day as CS’s birthday…he is the child of destiny!

PS2: I felt quite emotional when reading this part in the historical materials. It was similar to the feeling I had when I was a kid watching the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and saw the Second Lord flooding the seven armies.

——But who would have thought of what happened next.

Chapter 128 You have to leave something behind to prove that you have been here.

The Battle of the Bosphorus had a profound and direct impact. In just a few hours, the situation of the entire battle was violently reversed. The unexpected victory made the defenders of Constantinople regain their confidence in the battle. People were jubilant and congratulated the brave and fearless Italian sailors and captains. For a time, Constantinople seemed to be revitalized.

The spring sea outside the city walls was like a huge auditorium, openly displaying the shame of the Ottoman fleet's successive defeats. The crowded Greeks on the city walls, the Ottoman army on the other side of the Golden Horn, and the Sultan himself all witnessed this scene.

Both sides clearly realized that although the huge Ottoman fleet had a great impact on the defenders in the city when it appeared in the strait, it was far from being comparable to the Christians in terms of navigation technology and naval warfare tactics. They won the naval battle with their superior technology and equipment, making full use of the strengths and weaknesses of enemy and friendly warships - of course, there was also some X factor. Under the premise that the empire failed to firmly control the sea, no matter what results the Sultan's cannons could achieve at the land wall, the siege would be difficult.

What's more, the cannon is still on its way...

"That damned Sultan would never have expected that his seemingly huge fleet could not capture even one of our ships. After this battle, I believe his personal prestige must have fallen to the bottom."

In the city of Constantinople, everyone's mood was like dark clouds blown away by the breeze. George Franz held high the wine glass in his hand. Wine had a special feeling for Christians and Romans.

Constantine XI nodded slightly, and the gloomy mood of the past few days also dissipated a little. The four new ships not only brought much-needed food, weapons and soldiers, but also brought him precious hope.

Hopes for the Tenth Crusade, which had begun in 1444.

At this time, most of the Greeks in Constantinople held the same idea as the emperor. This small fleet might just be the vanguard of a more powerful rescue army, such as the Polish Winged Hussars, János of Hungary, or even the French army.

"My Lord, I suggest a toast to the heroes."

"Yes, Your Majesty, we should toast and pray for the brave captain and others."

Constantine XI smiled and stretched out his hand to signal them to be quiet, then stood up and walked to Rusticiano and the other Genoese captains to bow.

"Thank you for breaking through the siege for the empire and its people. Seeing your arrival makes me realize that Constantinople has not been abandoned by God, and the final victory still belongs to us!"