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When Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu arrived at the Sultan's tent, the famous conqueror handed them the battle report from Varna on his desk with a headache.

"Look, we don't have much time."

"Doctor."

Facing Fatih's request, Ritsuka decisively called Chaldea. Romani, who had been prepared, looked at the information sent by Ritsuka. At first glance, he thought it was nothing, after all, Osman's size was there, but after reading on, he felt something was wrong.

"These cavalrymen from Poland have a tall fur wing on their backs. At present, the exact function of these wing decorations is still unknown. But it is undeniable that from the visual to the psychological impact, the warriors wrapped in layers of armor, with huge wings on their backs and the fur of wild animals on their shoulders, must be admitted that the Poles succeeded."

The news in the battle report was extremely detailed, and what surprised the Sultan was that such a knight could actually cross the swamps of Wallachia and head straight to Varna. It seemed that the first thing the new Polish King Casimir IV did was to prepare to avenge his brother.

"The Winged Hussars are the Polish Winged Hussars. They appeared on this land ahead of time."

The butterfly effect finally appeared. These Winged Hussars set out from Vienna in 1683, crossed the long river of time, and arrived in Varna in 1453. After the Teutonic Knights completely withdrew from the Baltic Sea and headed for Constantinople, they no longer had any worries and turned their eyes to the East again.

For the first time, Romani's emotions fluctuated strongly. Today's Poland is not the Poland that was unable to take care of itself after being tortured by the Sejm hundreds of years later. It has been less than a hundred years since the death of Casimir III, the only great emperor in Polish history and the last monarch of the Piast dynasty. After Jagiellon of Lithuania took control of Poland, a personal commonwealth of extremely large size has begun to take shape.

"It's very similar to the Eastern Roman Empire before Manzikert, but the Jagiellonian monarchs were not that useless."

Olga Marie also shook her head slightly after seeing the battle report. She was sighing that in just three or four months in the singularity, he was able to organize a huge encirclement network from the Baltic Sea to the Mediterranean.

Poland, Lithuania and Hungary, which were bent on revenge, Wallachia, which was already incompatible with the pagans, Skanderbeg, who turned the impossible into possible, Karaman and the Black Sheep and White Sheep who had conflicts of interest in Anatolia, every Egyptian ruler's desire for Syria continued until the Mamluks and never faded. Except for Austria, which had an unclear attitude and France, which had no time to estimate, most of Europe was involved in this war.

"Except for Grand Duke Vlad who has not yet grown up and Ismail I who has not yet been born, all the heroes of this era are now in the Balkans. Really, how big is this guy going to make this happen!"

On the front line in Varna, the Hungarian regent, János Hunyadi, known as the "White Knight", once again welcomed his comrades from the Varna Crusaders.

"This thing behind you is pretty cool. Won't it affect you when you charge?"

He asked his comrade-in-arms and commander on the Polish side, Mindaugas Gnabrys.

"We have already tested it. In battle, the sound of wind blowing through the wing ornaments can scare the enemy's horses. For this reason, we spent a long time to prevent our horses from being scared. However, we did learn from your cavalry at the beginning."

As Mindaugas explained, he, accompanied by Hunyadi, observed the knights under his command. Judging from the faces of these soldiers in black armor, this was definitely not what the conscripted peasants should look like.

The infantry, artillery, light and heavy cavalry were divided into well-organized teams. Among these infantry teams, every four soldiers were equipped with a matchlock rifle, which was hard to imagine.

"Did you see it?"

Hunyadi said proudly that it took him a lot of effort to build this army. Of course, if it weren't for some unexpected event, he would not have such a large-scale army.

"Let me introduce you to the Black Army (Fekete sereg). I guarantee you won't find another team like this in all of Europe!"

"With such a large-scale army...Aren't you afraid of that posthumous child?"

"Your Majesty Laszlo, you may not believe it, but he died of the plague three years ago - in Vienna."

"So should I address you respectfully as King János I of Hungary?"

Joyful laughter rang out in Varna, the once sad place. The Spear of God and the Shield of Christ stood together again because of their common enemy, but Fatih, who was commanding the siege in the Spring Valley, was not so happy.

The news from Poland was still fresh in people's minds, and those troublesome things kept coming one after another. The Sultan read one letter after another, and the more he read, the more angry he became. At this moment, he finally understood why his father had passed the throne to him in advance.

He no longer cared about the fact that the Varna defense line would not survive for a few more days. Skanderbeg of Albania had already treated Epirus as his backyard, and the people he sent there were completely confused by him and had no way to get rid of him.

In Anatolia, the Black Sheep Shah Jahan was directly dealt with by the White Sheep Uzun Hasan in a nonchalant manner at the very beginning. The Sultan, who originally wanted to alienate the two sheep, had to give up the idea after receiving this news. When he was a messenger, he knew the ability of Uzun Hasan.

As for the Mamluk Burji regime, this time they have changed their previous weak appearance. After winning the Second Battle of Manzikert, they have taken over the Cilicia region and will reach him in a few days.

Suddenly, Fatih realized that he was surrounded by enemies on all sides. While praying that Frederick III in Vienna would not seek revenge for his cousin Albrecht who died in the battle, he could only speed up the siege.

Well, maybe we have to be prepared to give up the Balkans.

"Sultan, there is something important to report in Edirne."

Big Vichiel came in with the secret letter in his hand. His voice seemed to be much louder than usual because of the presence of Ritsuka and others.

"That Roman emperor, he comes out."

PS: The Black Army was established by Matthias, the son of Hunyadi. The thirty years of Matthias' reign were also the golden age of Hungary. If there was another twenty years, the main title would have become Matthias I, Holy Roman Emperor.

Chapter 177: The Transition Between Old and New Rome

"Ready your horse!"

After seeing the report from Grand Vizier, Fatih rushed out with the report without thinking.

He admitted that he had underestimated Constantine because of the civil wars among the Palaiologos dynasty emperors. In addition, his playful Northern Expedition, which was so vulnerable in front of his father, made him subconsciously look down on this emperor.

But now it seems that this emperor's level is probably not much inferior to Skanderbeg.

"Finally, this is getting interesting."

On the other side, Ritsu Xiang Mashu, who had not yet figured out the situation, was still confused. It was not until Khalil explained it to them that she knew the reason why Fatih lost his composure.

"He actually led the army to cut off the connection with Adrianople and looted the granaries in Thrace?"

Romani was very surprised. This was not like what Constantine would do in history. Being able to take decisive action in such a critical moment was like dancing on the edge of a knife, just like Napoleon in 1814.

In this respect, he has surpassed his original self.

"It is largely supported by external forces, Romani, you see."

Through Da Vinci's channel, Shion retrieved the city defense map of Constantinople at that time. For comparison, she took out an identical city defense map from the Chaldean archives.

"Although there are only 15,000 people, compared with the original pitiful 2,000 people, it is much more. And these extra 10,000 people are not just ordinary conscripted militia."

"By the way, half of the troops brought by Venice are fighting with Albania in the Morea region. As for Skanderbeg's level, I think there is no need to say more. Maybe one day we can summon him."

Having said that, Shion pulled up the second chapter map under their gaze. In addition to the emblems of the two knight orders, there were two long-forgotten marks.

"The Knights Hospitaller is understandable, but who would have thought that the Teutonic Knights, who were originally in the Baltic Sea, would now be in the Sea of ​​Marmara?"

"The Varangian Guard... I thought they had disbanded and returned to their homeland in Sweden. And that one, that is the pattern of the Tekopo Mercenary Group."

"The knights and mercenaries who once shone so brightly in the Crusades are now fighting for the ancient empire. It's like a scene that only appears in the finale."

"Yes, the second singularity, it's time for the finale."

When Olga Marie said this, her eyes were fixed on the inconspicuous little gate on the city defense map.

——The Gate of Charisius.

Thrace, the emperor looked at the team returning with a full load, and the corners of his mouth rose for the first time in a long time. Not only did they harvest a large amount of food and logistical reserves, but they also successfully eliminated the Ottoman vanguard in the Lykas Valley.

He was confident that he could hold out against the Sultan for another three months, but he also knew that the Sultan's bottom line was only this last month.

And just now, he had received news that the Second Varna Crusade had been assembled, and the Polish cavalry had already joined the White Knights' troops. He was very familiar with Hunyadi's level. If it weren't for the king leading the charge, he might have already recovered the coastal areas of the Western Balkans - and this was still the most conservative prediction.

As for the least conservative, it is probably the territorial size of the country when Emperor Alexios first took over. Anyway, the Sultanate of Rum has experienced it, and it is not unacceptable for the Ottoman Empire to experience it again.

But no matter what, the scales of victory have already tilted towards him. However, the most important thing now is to return to Constantinople and make long-term plans.

But what you fear will come to you. In the Lycus River Valley, Constantine met his opponent for the first time, the young conqueror Fatih.

When the Varangian Guard saw the fluttering red crescent moon, they had made all the necessary preparations: they could die here, but the emperor must return to Constantinople safely.

Because the matter happened suddenly, Fatih did not bring all the Yerichenyi, and after he saw the purple eagle, he finally remembered the embarrassing situation of his position.

It seems that he is not as good as his father in military affairs, the Sultan said self-deprecatingly.

And it was under such circumstances that Constantine and Fatih met for the first time and also for the last time.

"Your Majesty, please, hide behind the team and leave this to us."

Captain Halfdan of the Varangian Guard has drawn his double axes and they are ready for battle. Although the Viking Age is over, in the near future the northern lion will bar its fangs again.

"I go."

"what?"

"I said, I'll go."

Fatih said this to his Yericheni, and then rode forward on his horse.

In full view of the public, the meeting between the kings began.

"I would have liked to welcome you at the palace, Your Majesty, but there are too many people traveling with you."

"Thank you for your hospitality, His Majesty. But the people you brought are a bit too many. I prefer the way you lined up to welcome me at the Golden Gate."

"No army that worships the Crescent Moon has ever passed our walls, Sultan."

"From now on, you won't remind anyone again."

"Your father said so last time, but he never went in until he died."

"Then let's make this a done deal. If you let us pass, the people in the city won't suffer any losses, and their property won't be in any danger."

"Then there will be rivers of blood." Constantine paused. "Your blood."

"May God bless you and know that they will conquer Constantinople, and the king and the army that accomplish this great feat will receive the highest glory!"

"There are more important things than a distant dream, Sultan."

"But the dream is here, Emperor."

Fatih smiled.

"Yerichenes, retreat and make way for our Roman Emperor to return to Constantinople."

"Sultan, this..."

"This is an order!"

Constantine and his team returned to Constantinople. Fatih looked at his figure and then looked towards the Pearl City.

"After seeing their men, do you still want to take the brothers of Yericheni to their deaths?"

"Sultan, I..."

"It's nothing. At least, we are in front of her now."

He looked over the city wall to the iconic church.

"It has been seven hundred years since the standard-bearer of the prophet died beneath the city walls. To this day, the Queen of Cities is still in the hands of the pagans. Perhaps one day, a noble and brave king will conquer this city in the name of true faith."

"Go back, the final attack is coming."

Chapter 178 Re-enactment Event: The Arab Conquest

"That's it. I said a few words to the Roman emperor and then ran away."

Back in Fountain Valley, facing the eyes of the two curious babies, Fatih repeated the story in a light-hearted manner without any falsehood.

"In the beginning, I really wanted to fight, but I got scared after seeing the army led by the Roman emperor - I really didn't expect that he would bring so many people."

When he said this, Fatih felt extremely painful. If it weren't for that bullet exploding, Yericheni wouldn't have suffered nearly one-third of non-combat casualties. Now everything he did was to pay for that action.

"If there's anything else you want to research, take this back with you. I need to think about what to do next."

Although Nero stated that he could still pull out the water theater, the Sultan naturally knew that the blockade and attack at sea were just a foil. If he wanted to conquer the heart of the empire, he had to fight his way in from the land wall.

Therefore, his tactics were still to wear down the enemy's strength, pay more and more attention to psychological warfare, and decided to wear them down with continuous artillery fire.

By the end of April, he had moved nearly half of his artillery positions to join the bombardment of the St. Romanos Gate, while also stepping up the attack on the Blachernae Palace and the repair of the Adrianople road.

The cannons roared day and night. Under the cover of artillery fire and darkness, the Ottoman army could launch a small-scale attack at any time. Once they gained the upper hand, thousands of Ottoman soldiers would immediately rush to the city walls. The defenders suffered greatly because of this. After the tentative attacks failed, the Ottomans did not attack for several days in a row, causing the defenders to relax.

If possible, Constantine now only wants to transform himself into a magician and invite Leo III of Isauria as a Master. After all, he was the emperor who faced the peak of the Arab conquest in 717. He believes that his experience in this regard is much richer than his own.

At the end of April, a massive bombardment blew a hole several meters in diameter in a section of the city wall. After dark, Giovanni and his men began to repair the gap again, but the next day, Ottoman artillery once again blasted it down, smashing the defenders' hard work into pieces.

John of the Teutonic Knights had previously been stationed at the Caligaria Gate, but as the situation at the St. Romanus Gate became increasingly urgent, El-Melloi II transferred this outstanding engineer to support Giovanni. He was not only a civil engineer but also the foremost artillery master among the Teutonic Knights.

Under his command, two light artillery pieces destroyed the Ottoman cannons that were too close to the city gate in one fell swoop. One of the artillery pieces directly hit the gunpowder depot that was half buried underground. The violent explosion made Ritsuka, who was in the rear, feel the earth shaking.

"Speaking of which, where is Attila? I'd really like to meet her."

Nero said this, not taking into account the heroic deeds performed by the Scourge of God.

"She encountered a very powerful enemy at the Golden Gate. It seemed that it was prepared for her. It was probably Aetius."

Ophelia said this, and Elizabeth, who had come in after drawing back the curtain, was surprised to see them chatting together.

"Speaking of which, we are not participating in the battle?"

"Rather than not participating, it's more like the conqueror forbade us to participate. This is their battlefield, and he doesn't allow himself to win by extraordinary means. He is very stubborn in this regard."

"Then the Heroic Spirits in the city... well, apart from Boudica, it seems that there is no need for them. This is not in line with the code of conduct of Heroic Spirits."

——Because Nero was held back by Scathach, she didn’t know what El-Melloi II said to them.

"It's better to have less trouble than more. If that's the case, then we can only continue to train Mashu, right?"