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In the flickering candlelight, people knelt before the most sacred icon and prayed continuously: "Do not abandon us to your enemies at the last moment; do not kill your noble and virtuous people, do not take away your love for us and leave us weak."

This was Constantinople's most critical moment.

PS1: The title is Gunsmoke in Lexington.

PS2: A Noble Phantasm that will destroy or render the opponent's Noble Phantasm unusable for a very short period of time is the effect of a Noble Phantasm.

The source is the "Sword Hunting Order" of Toyotomi Hideyoshi, the Saber from the Imperial Holy Grail Tales.

On the first day, when the Noble Phantasm fails to be judged as E, the Noble Phantasm of the opponent who failed the judgment will be unusable for a very short time. On the fourth day, when the Noble Phantasm fails to be judged as B, the Noble Phantasm of the opponent who failed the judgment can be used by oneself. On the seventh day, when the Noble Phantasm reaches the maximum level of EX, after the judgment of one's own Noble Phantasm succeeds, even the Noble Phantasm of the opponent who was seized can be released (temporarily) by the True Name. This is the Noble Phantasm formed by the famous "Sword Hunting Order" issued by Hideyoshi.

Because of this Noble Phantasm, Hideyoshi is a Saber but does not have his own characteristic weapons, so he appears as an extremely rare Saber. By the way, Hideyoshi himself is not good at using weapons, so the effect of using them is also worse than that of the original owner.

By the way, the Noble Phantasm's level is E-EX.

PS3: Faze vs. G2, fast forward to when NiKO screams that he is being played.

PS4: What the hell, Team Tea slaughtered a pig today? And it was LGD?

But to be honest, it's outrageous that Xiaoxiang has revitalized all the domestic teams with just one move.

PS5: Nothing much, I just want a PS5.

Chapter 134 As long as Fatih launches an attack, everything will be fine.

Although the Orthodox Archbishop has been entrusted with ideological counseling, the situation in Constantinople is still not much better.

Under Leonardo's slightly unhappy eyes, Alvin, who had escaped from Leonardo's confinement, decisively went to find the emperor.

"I finally understand why you are so cautious about it. It really deserves our treatment."

Constantine XI was also shocked by the tremendous power of the cannon. In his view, this bombardment was far more terrible than his defeat in the Morea in 1445. However, he still tried his best to appease and maintain the morale of the city through pragmatic work and religious comfort.

"Your Majesty, what will you do?"

"I must set out now to appease the citizens of the city. As for the defense of the St. Romanus Gate, I will leave it to you and General Giustiniani."

Amid the rumbling of artillery fire, the emperor was not knocked down. He rode his horse to every church and made every bell ring peacefully and long-lastingly.

"Roman people! Do not give up hope, stay calm! Do not relax your resistance to the enemy, and believe that our omniscient and omnipotent God will protect us and the city!"

At Alvin's suggestion, the defenders tried many methods to reduce the impact of the stone bullets. They poured a mixture of lime and brick ash on the outer surface of the wall to add a layer of protection to the wall. In some places, they hung wooden beams with bundles of wool, pieces of leather, and even precious tapestries to absorb some of the impact of the stone bullets. But the power of the Ottoman artillery was far beyond their imagination, and these measures had little effect.

There is no other reason. Conceptual attacks cannot be effectively protected by this simple protection.

But as the saying goes, the best defense is offense. At the Ottoman artillery position, Giustiniani immediately commanded the artillery to fight back, trying to destroy the suffocating Urban cannon. But firstly, the Ottoman artillery was protected by wooden fences and earth walls, and secondly, even though the transformation plan proposed by Alvin had been completed, the gunners were surprised to find that the Sultan had temporarily deployed his front troops at the signature of the artillery position.

No matter what the outcome of this war is, it will be a new era in the history of war, and the nobles will be shocked to find that the city walls they are so proud of are out of date. However, it is worth noting that even in the face of such a large number of cannons, the thousand-year-old city walls still did not collapse on a large scale.

The Sultan originally wanted to formulate a strategy of a long-term war of attrition, but the current conditions did not support him to do so. He decided to bombard the city walls with artillery day and night and continuously launch small-scale attacks with no pattern to wear down the defenders of Constantinople and open a gap for the final general offensive.

"The city wall has been repaired. Fortunately, we had already repaired the inner and outer walls before the war started. Although their heavy artillery penetrated the outer wall, it is not very difficult to repair it."

Alvin shook his hands. It was not an easy task to supervise the repair of the city wall while dealing with the soldiers on the other side of the moat.

"Their attacks continued day and night without a break. Although they still failed to fill the moat, each legion of the Ottoman army took turns to fight us. By the way, how deep did General Leonidas lead his men to dig?"

"I originally proposed a plan of 10 metres long and 10 metres wide, but now it seems it may be more than that."

Late at night on April 4, after repelling an Ottoman night attack, Justiniani reported to Constantine XI, who had returned from appeasing the people, with a tired face, that he had been fighting for three days and three nights in a row, while the Ottomans attacked everywhere tirelessly, making the defenders, who were already stretched to the limit, even more embarrassed.

"Damn human wave tactics."

Archon Minotu covered his left hand. In today's battle, some Ottoman sharpshooter had shot him in the arm with a musket, almost killing him.

"Those idiots didn't expect that Blachernae Palace has changed a lot. At least five thousand people died under the city of Blachernae today." Barto grinned and continued to take a sip of beer.

"General, go and take a rest first. I will take over the command of the central gate. The Archon should also go and get treatment immediately. Alvin told me today that he has a premonition that the Ottomans' general offensive will be launched soon, and it will be a major battle."

Alvin leaned against the city wall and looked at the moon in the sky. It was so white and so cold.

Although he was in this grim battlefield, he did not feel any sense of discomfort. On the contrary, the blood in his body was beating constantly, as if he belonged here.

These hands must have been responsible for many deaths. It turned out to be the right decision to transfer Da Vinci away.

"Why do you believe so firmly that Mamtim II will launch a general attack, Mr. Alvin?"

The Venetian Consul Minotu, under the rule of Giustiniani, a Genoese, barely stood up. Now there was no dispute between Genoa and Venice, only the unified national front of the Romans.

"Karaman, Mamluks, Aq Qoyunlu, Poland, and even Hungary and Austria... Our allies are coming soon. Fatih has to do this, otherwise he will become the king of a fallen country. To say the least, losing a large area of ​​land in the Balkans is unacceptable to him."

"So, as long as Fatih attacks, everything will be fine."

Minotto twisted his mouth and then sighed: "I finally understand why Balto followed you, sir. It would be the same for me."

"In that case, let's go get some treatment, Mr. Archon. I'm still thinking about the delicious food in Venice."

"Haha, I'll definitely do that next time."

After seeing off the Italians, Alvin bid farewell to Constantine XI. He had no suggestions for the emperor, as the emperor had fought for more than 20 years and his experience in command was much higher than his own.

Climbing up the city wall again, he looked back. Constantinople was still beautiful under the night sky. Hagia Sophia was there. When he thought of the four illegal buildings he saw 500 years later, he felt uncomfortable.

And that small house near the church is the only place in this city where I can feel like "home".

El-Melloi could rest, Romulus could rest, Boudica could rest, but he couldn't.

What is Da Vinci doing now? Alvin thought subconsciously, well, he is probably complaining to the teacher or Ms. Boudica, or maybe he went to sleep out of spite.

At least it has some human touch, which is good.

"Let's go Alvin Vasago III. You can't rest tonight."

............

In that white igloo, Leonardo da Vinci flipped through the paper in his hand, his mood becoming increasingly complicated.

"Alvin Vassago... Is it Alvin, or Vassago... or, that III..."

PS1: Talking about Xiangyang’s moat is fucking outrageous.

It is 5060 meters long, with an average width of 180 meters, a maximum width of 250 meters, and an area of ​​91 square kilometers.

Wow, no wonder the Southern Song Dynasty was able to survive for so long.

PS2: The paper Leonardo read was Alvin Color's graduation thesis, "Adam ha Rishon - The Common Soul of Adam"

PS3: Faze led 10:5 in the first half, but Ni Gongzi won back in the second half.

Well, it’s all in vain.

Chapter 135 This shot pierces through the stars!

At this moment, on the outskirts of Constantinople, in the Sultan's tent, Fatih looked at the map in front of him and slammed his fist on the table.

As Urban, the designer, said, although the cannons did cause great psychological deterrence to the defenders, operating them was also a very difficult task. As medieval-level cannons, loading and aiming required a lot of effort, so they could only be fired seven times a day, with one shot before dawn as the start of the entire day's bombardment order.

Because of the technology, the performance of the artillery is difficult to predict and it is easy to accidentally injure the gunner. Especially in the rainy spring months of April and May, it is difficult to fix the cannon on the position in the long spring rain. The recoil is very strong, like a raging rhino rushing backwards, often causing the cannon to break away from the turret and sink into the mud. If you are not careful, people nearby may be crushed to death by the cannon; even more terrible is that if the barrel explodes, everyone standing nearby will be crushed to pieces.

Although this heavy cannon was the result of Urban's lifelong talent and energy, over time, the high temperature generated by the gunpowder explosion began to produce hairline cracks in the impure metal - it was obvious that the requirements for casting such a huge cannon were very high.

But Fatih didn't care about these, or he had to ignore these factors. He was very pleased with the destructive effect of the cannons on the city walls, but his worries were also increasing: the unstable situation in the country, the enemies around him, and the missing Leif Lenore.

Under the pressure, Sudan made a gambler's decision:

He immediately ordered the bombardment to be intensified and required that the firing rate of the Urban cannon be doubled in order to destroy the city wall as quickly as possible.

"Double it?"

Urban stared at the messenger who came to deliver the message. He had had a good exchange with the new Sultan in Bursa. In his opinion, the Sultan not only possessed the ambitions passed down from the royal bloodline, but also had extraordinary scientific literacy. But now, the ambition to capture Constantinople has made the Sultan lose his mind.

"Okay, I'll take some people to check it out first, and then I'll report the situation to the Sultan personally."

Urban and his team of craftsmen quickly checked their masterpiece. The result was disappointing. After several days of intense bombardment, although there were no cracks in the cannon barrel, it was already on the verge of danger. And because the Royal Cannon was unique, there was no new barrel available for replacement.

Fearing that his work would be shattered like glass, Urban went to see the Sultan. He reported in detail the current state of the Royal Cannon and sought to have the cannon towed back to Edirne and have the barrel recast.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Mehmed II looked at Urban, who was crawling on the ground, with a gloomy face, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

"I know what I am doing, Your Majesty. But as you can see from this report, the current barrel is difficult to fire. We must recast it."

"...Really? That's great. I think I should consider other options. Urban, among the people around you, is there anyone else who knows this skill?"

"this......"

"It will have to continue firing at Constantinople until the walls are destroyed. If you have any health problems, I will consider transferring you to Edirne for recuperation, and your replacement will be a smart soldier with a sharp mind."

"By the way, I will personally watch the Royal Cannon fire this time."

The Sultan gave the order with an undeniable tone. In Urban's opinion, compared with the explosion of the cannon, his own life was more important, so at least he could still take a chance.

Urban then had no choice but to reload the cannon, but before reloading he soaked the barrel in warm tung oil to prevent cold air from entering and widening the cracks in the barrel.

"Fire!"

This time it was a success. Urban patted his chest with a lucky look on his face and gasped for breath. Fatih, who was not far behind the heavy artillery, followed the arc of the stone bullet to the city wall.

"boom--"

There was a loud bang and an explosion. Under the violent tremor, the huge cracks on the city wall collapsed and shattered like a broken watermelon. Under days of continuous artillery fire, an unexpected but reasonable thing happened.

The wall near the St. Romanus Gate collapsed, and several yards of the outer wall also collapsed. A considerable gap suddenly opened in the wall, and the defenders of Constantinople were suddenly exposed to the Ottoman army.

"Beautiful! Do it again, this time it's that door!"

The Sultan's order was unquestionable. Yericheni beside him was also closely watching the gunner's actions. The young gunner lit the fuse again tremblingly. He prayed madly in his heart, hoping that nothing would happen this time as last time.

But their luck ran out.

Intense flames instantly burst out of the muzzle of the Royal Cannon. With an earth-shaking sound, the cannon was blown to pieces. The violent explosion made the entire battlefield silent.

Fatih was blown away by the airflow generated by the explosion, and lost consciousness after rolling on the ground for several times. Virgil Khalil Pasha, who heard the explosion and hurried over, called for a medical team and ordered the soldiers on the scene to invite the generals over.

As for the soldiers and Hungarians who were responsible for firing artillery, they probably died in the accident, but who would care about them in the face of the Sultan's safety?

The destruction of the Royal Cannon and Urban’s death were unexpected, as this super cannon was clearly beyond the limits of metallurgy at the time. Its main effect was psychological shock to the Byzantines, while the actual damage was done by other smaller but still powerful cannons.

But none of this matters now. After losing no less than three artillery positions and thousands of soldiers, the Ottoman army retreated nearly three kilometers before stopping. No Ottoman would care about the outcome of this battle anymore. Their target now is the Sultan who is in a coma.

"Hey, this is really strange, don't these Ottomans want these artillery pieces?"

"Maybe something unexpected happened during the explosion, and some important person was killed."

Giustiniani said without mercy that on the battlefield, showing mercy to the enemy would cost one's life.

"The leader of the Teutonic Knights has already set out with his men. All we have to do is take over these artillery positions, General. But there is one thing that always bothers me..."

"But what?"

The general looked at Alvin, whose hand was stroking the barrel of the heavy artillery. The quality of the barrel was very good, and even the cracks did not affect its quality at all. If it were passed down to later generations, it would probably become a museum's treasure.

"The Ottomans retreated so hastily that even if they left behind three artillery positions and thousands of elite soldiers, it would not be enough. I think..."

His eyes turned red and his blood became excited.

"Could it be that their Sultan was also present at the firing of this heavy artillery?"

PS1: RNM, give me back my money! Give me back my crystal!

PS2: The first snow in Tianjin has arrived, and the situation is becoming increasingly severe.

I always feel like I have to spend the New Year at school.

Chapter 136 "Comrade Sun Quan in Hefei" 1453 Edition

"Where am I?"

When Fatih opened his eyes, he first saw the familiar big tent, and then several familiar faces that appeared in an instant.

The Great Virgil Khalil Pasha, the spiritual leader Sheikh Akshem Seydin, and the three generals Shehabuddin, Zagan, and Salja were the main figures he brought with him to the expedition to Constantinople; in addition, there were several people dressed as doctors who were busy and seemed to be busy with something.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

"Ahem, Fatih, what time is this?"

"three."

"What about this?"

"five."