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

"Hunyadi is definitely not an incompetent person. He is the one who calls the shots in Hungary now. It is very likely that the Hungarian army will arrive in Edirne tomorrow! The Pope in Rome has always regarded us as a scourge. Under his instigation, a new round of crusades may go straight to the Balkans. We must be prepared in advance."

"It is precisely because of the threat from the Crusaders and Hungary that we should redouble our efforts and keep fighting! The arrival of the Genoese ships only highlights the necessity of dealing a decisive blow to the enemy." Salja fought back unyieldingly, and members of the pro-war faction such as Shehabuddin also responded.

Shehabuddin even gritted his teeth and said: "Our fleet is not weak, on the contrary it is very powerful. It is only the lack of a suitable naval commander that has made us so passive. I believe Hamza Bey will definitely bring us victory."

Hamza Bey on the side looked at him like a fool. Both he and the Sultan knew that it would be impossible to rebuild the navy in a short time. His task was to rebuild a brand new maritime force...

So what am I doing here?

But for the sake of his good friend, he finally nodded and vowed to do his best to destroy all Roman fleets.

Whether it can be done is another matter.

Now the Ottoman leadership recognized that their fate had reached a critical point, but the ferocity of the debate also reflected the fact that the leading viziers knew that in their struggle for influence with the sultan they were ultimately fighting for their own survival.

Any country with a highly centralized central government will encounter such problems. The leading figures within the empire will suppress and oppress each other, and the situation may even develop to the point of life and death.

"I believe, as you do, that the red apple is destined to fall into the hands of His Majesty the Sultan one day, just as ripe fruit naturally falls from the tree. But at present, the fruit is not yet ripe, and it will be too bitter if you take it by force."

"Great Virgil! Since the prophet brought us the truth and the future, when have we waited for the fruits to mature? The heroes and great men of all ages have proved that Allah has already laid out victory on the table, and we can achieve it as long as we try our best and are not afraid of sacrifice. Many times, sacrifice is inevitable, but the warriors will reach heaven."

"Zagan Pasha! It's easy for you to order the soldiers to die, but it's a difficult choice for the empire. The empire is still in the midst of a storm. We should act with caution and cherish every bit of resources and manpower to deal with more and more difficult challenges."

"So what do you suggest?" Shehabuddin stood up and asked. "Withdraw the troops without giving up anything?"

"No, that is of course impossible. Constantinople must pay the price."

Khalil hesitated for a moment, then said, "We can propose a punitive treaty with rather harsh terms to force Constantinople to submit. We can demand an annual tribute of 70,000 ducats from Constantine XI."

Seventy thousand ducats?

When Khalil Pasha solemnly stated his "reconciliation" plan, everyone present looked speechless, just like the old man looking at his mobile phone on the subway.

Our great Virgil, if Constantinople wants to raise these 70,000 ducats, they may have to sell Hagia Sophia to raise this huge sum of money. If Emperor Constantine really agrees to this request, we won’t need our army to besiege next year. I guess the emperor himself will open the city gates and invite the Sultan to come in for help.

Fatih sat on the throne, already awake, and observed his ministers fighting each other to break the deadlock. But no matter what the final outcome of the argument was, he himself had always been a war advocate, which was the mission of every sultan.

"Sultan, I do have a suggestion."

Fatih's mentor and religious leader Sheikh Akshem offered his own insights.

"Teacher, please speak."

"The Urban Cannon will soon reach the front. The Sultan can use it to test it and see what the Hungarian craftsman said."

"If the attack on the Theodosian Wall is successful, that would be the best. But if we still cannot threaten the wall, it won't be too late to retreat then."

"But Master, the red apple is right in front of us—"

"Zagan Pasha, what Virgil said is right. The ripe fruits will naturally fall from the trees. We can retreat to the Anatolian Peninsula first to solve our worries. Virgil's considerations are not unreasonable. Don't you think Karaman is too quiet?"

The meeting is over.

At this meeting, most people decided to try again after the Urban heavy artillery arrived. Almost everyone agreed with Sheikh Akshem's idea, even Khalil, the Great Virgil.

The reason why the sultans of the empire are warlike by nature is that the viziers around them are also full of ambition to expand territory and are eager to establish supreme glory and great achievements.

Fatih understood his mentor's idea and decided to try one last time.

PS1: "The Council of Maltepe became a turning point in the siege of Constantinople"

This title is too dangerous, please change it immediately.

PS2: 12dora is unblocked and returns, 2020 is more like a lootbelt.

PS3: Faze VS G2, I'm so impressed.

Chapter 132 "I treat garbage, that's it."

Finally, when the entire Ottoman army had been waiting for so long that they had given up all hope, the Urban heavy artillery, which everyone had high hopes for, finally arrived at the front line of Constantinople.

"Oh my dear, you are finally here."

It was not only the ordinary soldiers who made the same sigh, but also the Sultan himself. At this moment, Fatih was like the president who got married in vain, looking like he had the world in his hands.

After the cannons arrived at the front line, it took a long time to use cranes to unload each cannon from the vehicle, deploy it in place, and adjust the firing angle. By April 4, all the artillery had been assembled. After personally inspecting all the locations outside the city, Fatih divided them into 17 artillery companies and deployed them at the weaker key points along the city wall, that is, the face of Constantine XI.

As for the Sultan's secret weapon, the unparalleled super cannon was deployed in front of the Sultan's tent, directly threatening the St. Romanus Gate where Constantine XI was located - the weakest gate in Constantinople. With this cannon, the Sultan could even evaluate the performance of the sniper at the middle gate from his tent. In addition, there were dozens of heavy and light artillery pieces following the cannon, affectionately called "wolves ready to hunt" by the gunners.

Now there were 69 cannons gathered in front of Constantinople. As the largest artillery force in the world at that time, it almost emptied the Sultan's family. To make up for it, there were some more technologically ancient catapults as auxiliary, such as the lever catapult. This weapon had played an extremely important role in smashing countless strong cities and fortifications in the past hundreds of years, but now it has become an old thing that is out of tune with the times.

"How can we lose with a cannon in our face!" Fatih laughed out loud as he looked at his proud cannon.

"Come here, deliver the agreement prepared in advance to our emperor!"

Fatih, who was already feeling dizzy, seemed to have thrown the leader's advice to the wind.

Soon, a hastily written agreement was sent to Constantinople, with a personal letter from the Sultan to Emperor Constantine. "

The emperor specifically summoned everyone in the city except Alvin and his men, so at the combat meeting, Palaiologos read out the agreement, which was called an agreement but was actually a letter of persuasion to surrender, with a mocking look on his face.

"Your Majesty, Constantine XI, as you can see, the Roman Empire that once straddled the Mediterranean is now a thing of the past. As an ordinary person who has long admired Greek and Roman culture, I really cannot bear to see the Roman Empire become a thing of the past."

"As long as you surrender your city immediately, peace will come to the Roman land immediately. You will get the entire Peloponnese Peninsula and keep your own faith. Your other two brothers will also receive territorial compensation and become lords of the Ottoman Empire, ensuring that they will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives."

"I look forward to your reply, Sultan Memet II of the Ottoman Empire."

"Okay, I've finished reading it. What do you think?"

Constantine threw the "agreement" on the table with an interested look and watched everyone's reactions.

"Do you still want to negotiate peace?"

No one responded to this.

Even though he was a little bit arrogant now, Fatih was still very smart. He deliberately proposed a condition that the other party could not accept at all. The blood flowing in his bones always reminded him that he was the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, and as a Sultan, how could he stop the pace of expansion?

"In that case, I have nothing more to say." Constantine picked up the agreement again and threw it into the burning stove. At that moment, the sound of a pleasant violin music seemed to ring out.

"What a filthy piece of trash. That's how I treat trash."

Constantine XI decisively rejected these conditions, because he was fully aware of the responsibility on his shoulders and that he had to carry on the legacy passed down by his father and brother. Unless the Sultan withdrew his troops unconditionally, he would not make any concessions.

In 1397, when the Ottoman army was approaching the city, the then Roman Emperor Manuel II murmured: "My Lord Jesus Christ, do not let the many Christians hear that during the reign of Emperor Manuel, Constantinople and the sacred and respectable things of the Christian faith in the city fell into the hands of pagans."

Constantine XI followed the spirit of his father and brother and was determined to fight to the death. He used the solidity of the city walls and the tenacity of the defenders to pin the Ottoman army down outside the city.

What's more, the founder of the Roman Empire is watching him in Constantinople at this moment!

As expected, the agreement fell through. After the peace talks failed, the Ottoman army continued to attack the city as planned.

Since the vanguard of the F4A was annihilated on April 6, Fatih has stepped up its preparations. Finally, today, after all the artillery was ready, the Sudanese gunners were ready on the 2-kilometer front, and the world's first large-scale concentrated artillery bombardment kicked off.

The imperial gunners, with their upper bodies bare, stuffed several cake-shaped propellant into the gun barrels, and then filled in wooden or sheepskin cannon plugs. Iron rods were also inserted to fix them, to ensure that no matter what the circumstances, except for the impact of the gunpowder explosion, the cannon plug would never fly out of the barrel.

Rows of workers lifted the stone shells onto the track loader and carefully rolled them into the barrel along the slot. Once the explosive powder was connected to the barrel, the entire preparation was complete.

If there was a moment in the history of warfare when people were truly in awe of the power of gunpowder, it was when the Ottoman artillery began to roar in the spring of 1453.

Behind the artillery positions that were about to open fire, Shehabuddin looked at the ambitious Sultan not far away with a confused look, recalling the decision made at the previous meeting in Maltepe, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

"General Shehabuddin."

When his name was called, he looked in the direction of the voice, and when he saw who it was, he quickly bowed.

"tutor."

"Does this feel like a last-ditch effort to you?"

"No, it's more like a war that has just begun."

"Yes, that's right."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Sheikh Akshem put his hands behind his back and looked at Constantinople, which was just around the corner. The red apple that generations had longed for was right in front of him. No one would give up like this.

"General, we have to be prepared for both scenarios."

"What do you mean, mentor?"

"Preparation to take over Constantinople, and ... preparation to abandon the Balkans."

PS1: As we all know, when a ball of paper is burned, it will automatically play Paganini's Capriccio No. .

PS2: The arrangement of this infinite pool is very problematic...

PS3: Ke Jie, who we had high hopes for, fell in the second round of the Lan Ke Cup. The civil war was really fierce.

Chapter 133: Anti-Constance Noble Phantasm - Urban Heavy Cannon

"What is supposed to come has come."

Alvin put down the telescope hanging around his neck, shook his head and sighed, "Get ready, the legendary city-killing treasure."

"Sir, is this city-killing treasure really as powerful as you say?"

The soldier beside Alvin replied like this. He didn't understand what his superior was talking about every day. Could he really break this indestructible wall?

"It is better to believe it than not to believe it. Even if there is no heavy artillery, with so many artillery pointed at the St. Romanus Gate, we can't just not prepare any defense at all."

"Yes, sir!"

After the sergeant beside him received the order to retreat, Alvin still had a frown on his face. Long before the war began, El-Melloi II had already conducted a test on the Wall of Sighs, and the results of the test shocked everyone.

The "Wall of Sighs" - Theodosius Wall, in itself, has the concept of absolute defense against all mysterious special attacks. Not to mention what happened when Constantine the Great was building Constantinople, this wall alone can be said to be the largest holy relic in the world.

"Now I know why we are the ones who responded to the call." Romulus said jokingly. "Either they are related to Rome or Greece, and most of them are guardian heroes. Is this fate?"

"I always feel very complicated..." Boudica murmured, with some confusion in her eyes.

"Rather, there's really nothing we can do about it."

Leonidas patted Boudica on the shoulder generously. "Since you have entered a brand new second life, why not live it to the fullest?"

In the blink of an eye, all the people who had been chatting in the small house that afternoon had already rushed to their respective battlefields. The Urban heavy cannon that was said to have destroyed the city wall with one shot should be an anti-Noble Phantasm - a Noble Phantasm against the Wall of Sighs.

"It's time to go down, Alvin. You'll become a target if you stay here."

"Da Vinci...you're here."

Girls in Florence have always been the type that are bold but careful, and even the wise omnipotent man is no exception. Seeing that Alvin is still confused, and looking at the artillery positions that have been set up on the other side of the moat, anyone can guess what will happen next.

"Really? Why are you still like this?"

It happened in a flash. Da Vinci, who had great strength, picked up Alvin by the waist and walked downstairs humming an unknown tune from his hometown.

"Da, Da Vinci, what are you doing!"

"Obviously, of course, it's to save the chief architect of Constantinople from the dire situation. Do you want me to watch you stupidly sitting on the city wall as a target?"

"That's not important! As someone with E strength and E endurance, you must be tired. Put me down and I can walk by myself!"

"Reject~"

At this moment, the Almighty Man regained his elegant posture and smiled gently.

"Strength E and Endurance E are only relative. In terms of physical fitness, I am much better than you, who has been breathing smog in London for three years."

At this point, she held Alvin tighter.

"Besides, I'm not the kind of person who would let go so easily."

It turned out that what Leonardo da Vinci said was right. Not long after she brought Alvin down from the city wall by unconventional means, the Ottoman artillery position fired the last shot of the cold weapon era.

After the gunpowder was ignited, a terrible roar was heard instantly. The violent explosion caused the ground under everyone's feet to tremble violently and spread to far away. The horrific howl was unheard of in the world.

A sharp whistling sound was followed by a thunderous roar. The gushing flames illuminated everything around. The wooden plugs were blown out by the hot explosion of dry air, and the stone bullets were pushed out by the powerful impact force. The incredible force drove the stone bullets to hit the city wall, shaking and destroying it immediately. The stone bullets themselves were blown into countless fragments, and the fragments flew everywhere. If the order had not been issued in advance, I don’t know how many people would have died in this way.

The effect of the huge stone projectiles hitting the weaker part of the St. Romanos Gate was devastating, and both the Ottomans and Constantinople felt that the entire history of siege warfare was unfolding before their eyes.

The Theodosian Wall, the culmination of two thousand years of defensive engineering, a marvel of engineering that was possible through human ingenuity and blessed by God, was now crumbling after being hammered by a barrage of well-aimed artillery shells.

The shells fired from the super cannons that bombarded the city walls could travel a distance of 1.5 kilometers and directly into the heart of Constantinople, destroying houses or churches with terrible force, crushing shivering civilians into bloody foam in groups, or burying them alive in the ruins of the shrinking city.

The citizens of Constantinople watched in shock as a cannonball struck a church wall, causing it to crumble. The ground shook for miles around, even the sturdy wooden hulls of caravels safely moored in the Golden Horn harbor.

Of course, as time went by, later records became more and more outrageous. Some people even said that the sound of cannons was heard 7 kilometers away on the other side of the Bosphorus. It is said that when Suleiman the Magnificent of the Ottoman Empire saw this passage, he went to the library to personally read his own historical materials, but that was all a matter of later generations.

At the same time, lever-type catapults with more curved projection trajectories began to throw stones onto the roofs behind the city walls, and some stones even hit parts of the palace.

Although the Theodosian Wall was still crumbling, it still held. But the bombardment had a psychological effect on the defenders far more than a practical effect. The noise and vibrations produced by the massive artillery fire, the thick smoke, and the huge impact of the stone bullets hitting the wall frightened even the veterans who had been through many battles.

For the civilians, this was a harbinger of the coming doomsday and a punishment for their sins. Countless people ran out of their houses, beating their chests frantically, making the sign of the cross on their chests, and shouting out their faith in their hearts: "Lord, have mercy on us! What will happen?"

Hagia Sophia was once again filled with believers, who petitioned, prayed, wailed and shouted: "Lord, Lord, we have strayed from you, and what has happened to us and to your holy city is a just punishment for our sins."