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

"Onassis? He is lying down now. Not only him, but many people need to rest. During the time I am in Anatolia, this castle will be handed over to you."

Leonidas left and crossed the strait of more than 600 meters to check the situation of another fortress that was strangling his throat. When night fell, Elizabeth began to harass the city gates. He could only raid the city once, and he did not dare to send troops out of the city easily. Every time a soldier was injured, the pressure on defense would increase.

However, with the singing, it was a luxury to have a good rest. Although he was very angry about the harassment of the two women on the opposite side, he had no choice but to watch the movements below from the top of the city wall. As long as he saw the enemy appear, he would shoot arrows fiercely and kill as many as he could. After a round of attack, he replaced a group of soldiers who had just rested to stand guard, and the others rested on the spot and reported any movement at any time.

The singing voice came again, this time it was another mezzo-soprano singer. Although one could vaguely discern the person's excellent voice from the weak singing, perhaps singing really requires talent. At this moment, the only expression on the sergeant's face was the word "want to die".

Perhaps the Ottomans couldn't stand the singing either. It seemed different from the past, and there was no movement for more than two hours.

The waiting time was too long, and the tense string in his heart gradually relaxed. He was overwhelmed by sleepiness and kept shaking his head, trying to make himself more awake. Now he was one of the commanding generals of the entire Rumeli Castle and had a heavy responsibility. He dared not fall asleep and had to listen to the movements around him at all times.

The Ottomans had not attacked for such a long time, and the sergeant was not happy at all. Instead, he felt a little uneasy. Just as he was thinking about it, a voice came from the soldier on duty.

"General, there is a situation."

The sergeant stood up suddenly and patted the soldiers around him hurriedly. A few minutes later, all the assembled soldiers stood up and hid under the city wall to look outside.

This looked like nothing, but he ended up getting shot in the face. Sure enough, a rain of arrows came, followed by the deafening sound of a horn. He took the bow and arrow beside him and shouted angrily, "Shoot!"

The arrows in their hands flew out with anger, and the other soldiers fought back. But the Ottoman soldiers were out of the range of the bows and arrows, and except for a few arrows that could barely hit a few people, the others were no threat at all.

What followed was another classic plot. After teasing for a while, he instantly turned hostile and left. Seeing that the Ottoman army was about to retreat, Leonidas' adjutant threw his longbow to the ground in hatred. He wished he could lead his troops to kill them immediately.

Just when they were getting angry, they suddenly heard a cry from below the city, followed by a rumbling sound. There were people in the city who had experience with cavalry, so they could naturally tell that it was the sound of war horses, but what was strange was that there was no shouting of cavalry. Although the defenders of Fort Merry were puzzled by this, they were still on guard.

But in their view, the battle situation became increasingly bizarre.

Under the starlight, a man appeared in sight and instantly killed two halves of the Ottoman army that was preparing to retreat. The retreating Ottoman soldiers seemed to be caught off guard and retreated hastily in panic. Even so, they were killed by that man and were in a miserable state.

At first glance, who is this?

The second time I looked, I saw someone with the same combat power level as General Leonidas. The coalition forces from Constantinople had arrived!

The man had already defeated Yericheni, who was behind the palace, and came to the city alone. Although his attire was a little strange, considering the strange weather, he did not suspect anything.

"May I ask who is guarding Rumeli Castle now? I am Alvin Vashak, and I have come to support you with the emperor's will. Hurry and lower the drawbridge!"

Although the sergeant was not very familiar with Alvin, he had seen him more or less. Although he could not see clearly in the dark, he was indeed Alvin in stature. In addition, the charge against Yericheni just now made him believe it even more. He said with great surprise, "Sir, wait a moment. I will send someone to open the door right away."

——If there is a pill for regret in the world, would I make this choice again?

The sergeant fell to the ground, looking at the figure of the man in the green coat, repeating the same sentence over and over again.

"Constantinople... there is a spy..."

PS1: I just finished my first exam. The next one will be on the 9th. Please forgive me.

By the way, I have to take the Level 12 exam on the th...

Whatever you fear will come true. You can't even participate in activities.

PS2: These roommates probably really want me to die...

Chapter 146: There is no turning back

"Alvin you're crazy!"

"No, I'm not crazy. I'm sane now, Da Vinci."

He should have thought of it earlier. If it was based on the city scope of Istanbul in later generations, then Rumeli Fort would be within this city and not far from Constantinople.

But why! There is no news at all until now!

Leonidas didn't even squeak!

"Such an outrageous thing happened right next to me, but I didn't notice it at all. If this isn't dereliction of duty, what is it?"

It would be useless to say anything now. The real thing to do is to go there in person and pull back Leonidas, the stubborn guy who refuses to retreat.

"Let me go, Da Vinci! Stop holding my hand"

Alvin was only a little bit away from the door handle, but a slight difference could lead to a huge mistake. This little bit of distance was like the Milky Way; Leonardo da Vinci behind him was holding his other hand tightly and refused to let go no matter what.

"Since you know that everyone is there, how can you come back after you leave? Let alone those Servants, even the magician Ophelia can knock you down with one hand! Isn't your going there just what they want?"

Da Vinci said she was unwilling to let go no matter what, even though she mentioned various safety issues, but the real reason was probably only she herself understood.

"Don't even think about stepping out of this door today—"

The restriction of the muscle force E behind him disappeared. After regaining his freedom, he turned around and saw that Boudica was preparing to take Leonardo back upstairs to rest.

"Go ahead, Alvin. I'll take care of Da Vinci. Go do what you should do."

"Let's go out like I once was."

"...Thank you, Lady Boudica. And please take good care of her."

"Well, definitely."

After a rustling sound of people packing up, there was a sound of door frame colliding, and then hurried footsteps were heard, which then gradually faded away.

After leaving the city from the St. Romanus Gate in the Lycus River Valley, Alvin rode his horse all the way to the northeast. If it were a few days ago, this would have been an extremely dangerous behavior, because the Ottoman army’s camp was not far away.

But fortunately they retreated, and he could finally ride his horse freely in the wilderness, speeding along the moat that had still not been filled.

In this era, the shortest distance from Constantinople to Rumeli Castle is through the Spring Valley Road, and Alvin is no exception. He always has an inexplicable emotion about this place.

After Constantine XI crushed the Ottoman Empire's frontal attack and the Byzantine Empire's naval reinforcements broke through the Ottoman Navy's blockade of the strait, Mamtim II changed his offensive strategy and made a seemingly absurd decision.

He spent a lot of money to bribe the Genoese in Galata, passing through the Galatia region controlled by the Genoese, and mobilized 5 troops at the same time, and laid a 1.5-kilometer-long log slideway between the Bosphorus and the Golden Horn. Then, overnight, he dragged 80 light sailing ships to the shore of the strait, pulled them over the hill with people, animals and pulleys, and then slid into the Golden Horn from the slope. He also built a floating bridge at the narrowest part of the Golden Horn and equipped it with artillery. The last straw was pressed on the aging Roman Empire.

The story of sailing on dry land comes from this. And the place where the log slideway is laid is in this spring valley.

Alvin thought that after almost completely annihilating the Ottoman navy in the Battle of the Bosporus, he would never come here again.

Oh, fate, you are so wonderful and such a bitch.

Alvin kept shaking his head, trying to shake off this history that made countless late-stage elites cry, while at the same time he increased the speed of the horse under him.

At worst, he would die running away. He could still take bus No. 11. With this thought in mind, he left the Spring Valley, which was only 1.5 kilometers away.

When he rushed out of the Spring Valley, the Rumeli Castle located on the hill suddenly appeared in front of him.

This three-tower fortress connected by a wall took only four months to build. It was like a piece of the wall cut off, square, surrounded by a parapet as high as the wall, and the battlements were full of SPQR flags. Less than 800 meters away on the other side of it was another Anatolian fortress that held Constantinople's throat.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and finally footsteps were heard in the distance, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry. They must be the Ottoman troops.

Maybe there are some Yericheni, Alvin guessed. He remembered what Shion had said to dissuade him in Chaldea not long ago.

At that time, Sion was leaning against the computer room, speaking mercilessly about those words that were already established facts, and his unique brain that was capable of thinking differently was constantly providing all the evidence.

"The original purpose of the Crusades was to curb the military conquests of the Islamic Turks. The Fourth Crusade was carried out on Venetian ships, nominally to Egypt, but in fact turned to attack Constantinople."

“Never since the beginning of the world has so much wealth been gathered in one city. It is an irresistible temptation.”

"The Ottomans attached no importance to inheritance through marriage. The Byzantine emperors, like all the royal families in Europe, took great pains to arrange marriages between people of equal status and to continue the dynasty through sufficiently noble and recognized bloodlines, but the Ottomans did not care about this at all. A sultan's father was of course the previous sultan, but his mother might have been just a concubine or a slave girl, or just a half-way Muslim. This genetic tolerance would bring extraordinary benefits to the Ottomans."

I looked into her eyes, and those eyes seemed to be constantly persuading me, enough, enough is enough, Alvin.

Yes, that's enough.

Even if you don't die while sailing on dry land, you will die when the city gate falls. Even if the city gate doesn't fall, the city gate is forgotten to be closed, the city gate is closed, or the traitor surrenders, these things will happen.

Even if you fail to defeat them the first time, there will be a second, a third, and the 114514th time. Even if you fail to defeat the Ottomans, there will be the Shiites, Catholics, Protestants, and Russian Orthodox Churches to fight you.

Even if the Palaiologos family continued to exist, what would happen? After the Ottoman Empire was destroyed, there would be the Second and Third Empires to fight against. Even if there was never a universal empire, there would still be the powder keg countries in the Balkans such as Turkey, Greece, and Yugoslavia to fight against.

Why bother to continue the life of an old man who is destined to die? Wouldn't it be better to die cleanly and honorably?

Yes, it’s worth it after so many years.

But Shion, long before you met me on that rainy night in November 2013, wearing the Atlas Institute uniform, I had already embarked on a path of no return.

"The one in front, dismount and be inspected!"

Once you embark on this path, there is no turning back.

PS1: The first phase of the exam has come to an end, and I can take a break... temporarily.

PS2: My roommate, who had watched Kingdom of Heaven, started CK3 under my persuasion. He wanted to play Baldwin IV, but when he found out there was no script for 1187, the poor kid was completely dumbfounded.

Isn’t it great to play Habsburg!

PS3: Sad news, none of the computers in our dormitories can run 2077

Chapter 147 When You Go Back to the Past, It Has Already Become History

In October 2007, in an elective course at the University of Nottingham, the professor was talking about the year 10, an event that made countless Romans beat their chests and stamp their feet.

"Before this class, let me ask, what was the last straw that broke the camel's back for Constantinople?"

"Two fortresses strangling the throat."

"Push it back a few days."

"It can't be the Urban Cannon, can it?"

"It's just a strategic weapon. Just a reminder, it's related to the Genoese."

"Genoese from Galata?"

"......I've already talked to you so much, you little brat, are you still pretending not to understand?"

In the huge classroom, there was only an old man with a big white beard and a young man in his early twenties arguing with each other. Apart from them, there was no one else.

"Whether you understand or not is one thing, but when your popularity has dropped to this point, what do you mean by pretending to be a big player, old man?"

The young student hummed a little tune and said that since some time ago, the history department of this school has been in the dilemma of insufficient enrollment. More and more students are concerned about either future employment prospects or the number of beautiful girls when choosing subjects.

"There are not many students in the history department. Considering your temper and our research direction, you should thank me for my wise and heroic decision in choosing my second degree, just like William the Conqueror at Stamford Bridge..."

"If you were not a Celt, I would first learn from Alfred the Great to twist off your skull and drink from it."

"Times have changed, sir. What's more, what you are talking about today is the least popular Byzantium. If it were you, you could ask me to draw a two-dimensional style picture of Richard the Lionheart to attract those girls."

After saying that, he pinched his throat and imitated the scenes of those girls when they saw Sirius.

"Ahhh, Sirius is my husband!"

As a result, the person on the podium threw a piece of chalk down, hitting him accurately between the eyebrows.

"If you keep giving me these hellish things, you won't get any credits for this course... Why are you learning George's tricks instead of learning the good ones?"

"Old man George is a Beatle! He was also Miss World!"

"Come on, it's not like I don't know where the Beatles are from."

The professor said this with disdain on his face, but at this moment the discomfort and unhappiness on his face had not disappeared at all. Not only the student, but even the bystanders could see it.

"Old man, you are worried."

"Yes, Kingdom of Heaven. Have you seen it?"

"I've seen it. It was released two years ago. I always felt something was wrong when I watched it again, as if..."

"——It seems like there's a long connecting section missing in the middle, right?"

"How do you know, old man?"

"Two years ago, when I was still at Columbia University, I was invited by Scott to serve as the chief consultant. I can say that this movie was born when I watched it happen. But, oh, capitalism is damn evil."

The old man's name is Hamid Dabash, and the capitalism he mentioned is the famous 20th Century Fox.

As for Ridley Scott, it is enough to know that he is the director of "Alien".

"Just the day before yesterday, Scott sent me his own cut. Guess how much 20th Century Fox cut? Nearly 50 minutes! They never thought that their actions would completely ruin so many people's futures!"

The students absolutely agree with this point. This can be seen from the fact that even the heroine on the poster, Eva Green, did not attend the relevant promotional activities.

"Answer the first question, and we'll play it in this class."

The professor waved the box of CDs in his hand, and the playful smile that students were familiar with finally appeared on his face.

"It's like sailing on dry land, a new dynasty with elegant policies, this should work now, right?"

"If you had said so earlier, everything would have been fine. The credits for this class will be counted on you."

He looked at the professor whose movements had become very agile, and felt unspeakably resentful in his heart. Well, it seems that this old man also wants to slack off.

"I can only say that I understand the time when this film was shot. Although it is very different from our history, it is true that the problems in that land have lasted for nearly 2000 years. It is difficult for the former Semitic people to unite again."

"But you, Alan, if you go back to Jerusalem at that time and face Saladin, the most outstanding leader in Kurdish history, can you do better than Baldwin IV?"

"First of all, we have to go back. But even if we do go back, we will probably be one of the countless people of that era. It would be a success if we could make it to the level of Uenoshi. For example, the murderer who caused thousands of soldiers in Fountain Valley to die mysteriously overnight. How could that be possible? It must be that Fatih deleted the household registration of these criminal soldiers and sent them to pull boats."