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

So for Fatih, the key to solving this problem lies in how to break through the defense of the Wall of Sighs. Although the frontal breakthrough method has some effect, the speed of breaking the city is gradually not keeping up with the speed of their repairs. If it continues to drag on, it will only become more and more disadvantageous to them.

As for the Fourth Crusade...that method is totally unreplicable.

He had not forgotten that the position in the Licas Valley was still there watching him. No one would feel good to have a small cut on the heart.

The problems facing the Sultan were not limited to these. The quarrels between the various factions in the army were getting worse and worse. It was not only the mutual accusations between the young officers and the old subordinates of his father. The contradictions between the factions with different languages ​​and origins were also getting deeper and deeper. The Armenian generals and the Balkan generals argued endlessly about the current strategic focus; the traditional conservative forces also jumped out to oppose the Sultan's radical behavior at this time, believing that all the misfortunes that befell the city were caused by them.

Sheikh Akshem al-Din suggested that the emperor severely punish those responsible and burn at the stake all those who fled from the battlefield, disobeyed orders, and caused low morale.

Under the tremendous pressure of logistics, the fragile Jihad began to disintegrate. They should not have stood together in the first place, but only due to various coincidences did they attack Constantinople together beside Fatih.

What's even worse is that the real Caliph is now in Cairo, and when the Caliph slaps Jihad on the face of his own brother, it's hard not to doubt yourself.

"Dad really left me a mess."

In fact, Fatih goes out for a walk every day, whether it is the messenger Fatih or the Sultan Fatih, but today's walk not only gained nothing, but also added a lot of problems.

As for asking Chaldea for help? They might be good helpers, but considering that Fatih himself almost vomited a day's food when he saw the last moments of the jihad warriors heading to Paradise, he didn't think the psychological quality of these little girls would be that good.

After all, there has been only one Sultana over the years, and the circumstances of that Sultana’s coming to power were extremely special and cannot be used as a reference.

All in all, Fatih today also faces a lot of problems waiting for him to solve.

When Fatih, with his hair covered in a mess, returned to the camp, he did not choose to return to his tent immediately, but turned around to look at the place where the jihad warriors were resting.

“Izmir’in daglar?nda cicekler acar~ [There are many flowers blooming on the mountains of Izmir.]”

“Alt?n günes orda s?rmalar sacar [The golden sun shines like golden threads.]”

"Bozulmus düsmanlar yel gibi kacar [The enemy was defeated and fled like the wind.]"

"Yasa Muhammad Fatih sultan yasa [Long live Sultan Muhammad Fatih!]"

“Your name will be engraved on a tablet inlaid with jewels!”

The singing of the jihadist warriors floated in the night sky of Constantinople. Fatih never doubted the wisdom of these people, but now he just wanted to know the name of the song.

So at the first moment, he clapped his hands and walked out, and the whole audience burst into applause.

"This should be just the first part, soldier, is there anything else?"

"Of course, Sultan."

"Then keep singing. I also want to learn."

Faced with Fatih's encouragement, he looked obviously a little excited when he stood in the center of the stage again, but he quickly adjusted himself and continued his performance under the attention of the crowd.

"Peygamber kucag? sehitler yeri. [In the arms of the prophet is the hero's home.]"

"Cal?nd? borular haydi ileri. [The horn has sounded, charge forward!]"

"Yasa Muhammad Fatih sultan yasa. [Long live Sultan Muhammad Fatih!]"

"Your name will be engraved on a monument inlaid with jewels!"

"I'm sorry, Sultan, that's all I can think of for now," the soldier said apologetically, as if he was ashamed of his lack of preparation.

"No, did you hear the applause? That's recognition for you."

Fatih shook his head. He suddenly thought of his own Meter Military Band. It would be a pity to place such a special talent on the front line. He should fight in a place that is more suitable for him.

"Can you tell me the name of this song?"

"Izmir March! It's the Izmir March, Sultan!"

Chapter 181 Spark, Hope, and the Third Rome

While Fatih was working to resolve the army's internal problems, Constantine was finally able to free up his hands to resolve his own internal problems.

Although everyone worked together on the battlefield, once they left the battlefield, these Italians tacitly and decisively restarted the debate that had not yet ended.

The Genoese Archbishop Leonardo accused the Venetians of being cowards for leaving their posts. The Venetians retorted: "Leaving my post? I was obviously on my way to defend Galata!"

Moreover, the archbishop felt that many Greeks were "full of hatred for the Latins." Some were accused of cowardice, speculation, and obstruction of the city's defense. The contradictions between the various factions became increasingly serious. The Land Wall faction led by Giovanni and the Sea Wall faction led by Minoto were competing for military resources. Leonardo severely condemned "the ugly behavior of some people, who are demons who drink human blood and fat, hoard food, or drive up the price of food."

God have mercy on me! You know, one-third of the land in Constantinople is now used for farming. Those opportunistic nobles have already moved thousands of miles to the Apennine Peninsula with all their belongings. Who would do such a thing?

Not only that, he even blamed Constantine XI for failing to control the situation: "Basilius acted too leniently, and those who disobeyed his orders were neither reprimanded nor punished by the sword."

As for Alvin, he seemed to be watching coldly but his mind was a mess. Da Vinci's confession last night was so decisive and surprising. Now he just kept thinking about how he could attract Da Vinci, this perfect girlfriend.

Of course, there are also concerns about certain possibilities in the future - Mrs. Roland, no, Mary's diary is still in her room. If Chaldea Ritsuka draws a card and invites her to him directly...

I never thought that I would become the protagonist of a light novel?

El-Melloi II couldn't help but shake his head as he looked at his disciple's silly grin from time to time.

This kid... Never mind. Come on, Lanis.

As for Constantine, he also made a decision after thinking for a long time - he did not punish anyone and thought that it was all his fault. In fact, before the war started, he did not consider the relationship between the various factions, nor did he think about how to appease his army, nor did he prevent his soldiers from neglecting their duties by searching for food.

Originally, he planned to melt all the gold and silver vessels in the church, mint them into coins, and distribute them to the soldiers so that they could buy food through various channels. Although the traditional Ottoman nobles did not dare to openly oppose the Sultan and the new nobles, Fatih did not issue an order to stop doing business with the Greeks. In their view, exchanging the worthless Ottoman food for shiny gold coins was a sure win.

But after the surprise attack on Thrace, all these problems were no longer a problem. The advanced distribution system based on needs appeared in Constantinople for the first time. After all, Thrace was a key area for Basilius to farm every day throughout the ages. The profits from that night's trip were immeasurable.

Not only that, Constantine also held a series of military meetings, redeployed troops, and divided new defense zones. Fortunately, although there were constant arguments among the top leaders, they still put aside their problems and fought hand in hand on the battlefield. The lower-level soldiers had forged a deep friendship during this period of fighting. Now the Greeks can charge for their Latin comrades, and the Latins can also hold high the flag of the double-headed eagle and hold on until the last moment.

But even when the situation was looking very good, the defeatist advisers still proposed that Constantine leave Constantinople and move to the Peloponnese to meet Prince Thomas, and reorganize the front there to continue fighting. After all, looking at the map, Constantinople, as the capital, was obviously more like an enclave.

"My dear friends, I appreciate your advice, I thank each one of you, because it is in my best interest, it must be so. But how can I do this? How can I leave the Church, God, the Empire, and all the people? Tell me, what will the world think of me if I run away? No, my Lords, I cannot. I am the Emperor of the Romans, and how can a Roman Emperor abandon his capital?"

The emperor bowed to everyone present. The Ecumenical Patriarch and everyone else sighed silently, lamenting the helplessness of the current situation and the fickleness of fate. The last bit of conflict disappeared in front of the emperor, and all Christians once again put aside their past grudges and united together.

After all, this was a city full of miracles, and God would never abandon this beloved Roman emperor.

But even so, Constantine still made a plan for retreat. He ordered the Venetians to send a ship to Rome, and announced a new round of Crusades to the entire Western world with Rome as the center. He still believed that the Western world would support Constantinople for the sake of faith and political security.

And he knew that even though the Ottomans were now surrounded by enemies, including Albania, Serbia and Hungary, they had all launched attacks on them. But as a Roman emperor, he knew very well that if Kebab was not removed from the Balkans in one go, such a thing would happen again.

At midnight on May 5, the 3 men disguised themselves as Ottomans and boarded the boat. As soon as they sailed out of the Sea of ​​Marmara, they immediately hoisted the flag of the Ottoman Empire and then quickly entered the Sea of ​​Marmara with the help of the current and sea breeze.

But it was not over yet. Three hours later, the Ecumenical Patriarch came over with a couple and two children; the two children were only four or five years old, and the younger one was sleeping soundly in Catherine Zakaria's arms.

"They wouldn't think that I'm not in Moria now."

Thomas Palaiologos, Prince of Morea, brother of Constantine, was supposed to be fighting in Morea, but was now in Constantinople.

"I never thought that I would do something like this."

After the two brothers hugged each other after a long time, they were about to part.

"You really don't plan to go with us?"

Faced with his brother's final request, Constantine rejected him again.

"When John designated me as Basilius and crowned me as the emperor of the Romans, there was no turning back. But you are different, Thomas. You have other options."

"This is the planned route map. We will go north along the Dnieper River, enter the Volga River through the canal, and then continue north to Moscow. Nevsky's descendants will not let us down."

"So you also include the Ecumenical Patriarch..."

"This is our joint decision, Your Excellency. The food stored in this galley is enough for you to reach Moscow. Not only that, the cardinals of Saint Sophia Cathedral and the Knights of Saint Constantine will also go with you, so don't worry about us."

The Ecumenical Patriarch blessed him with a smile. Prince Thomas looked at the old man who baptized him personally, and then looked at his brother.

He noticed that Constantine was not wearing the imperial crown this time.

"Go, Thomas, don't look back, just like when we were little, I will find you."

Constantine watched the galley sailing away and prayed for his brother.

That was the last spark of Rome and also its new hope.

PS1: Try to complete the second singularity on May 5.29th

PS2: By the way, I would like to promote this work that was killed suddenly. If you have more than collections, it will be considered a success.

Chapter 182 Constantinople Meat Grinder

Three days after Constantine saw Prince Thomas off, on May 5, after a brief rest, Fatih judged that the time had come to launch a fatal blow.

"The Sultan ordered the entire army to advance on the city again and to attack it fiercely throughout the day."

In fact, for him, now is not the best time to launch an attack. The best combat plan is to repair the road, reconnect with Adrianople, and obtain reserve support from there, but the critical situation forces him to do so.

Not only that, other rumors also spread in the Ottoman camp that the Second Varna Crusade had been assembled, including Poles, Germans, Hungarians and Wallachians.

Although the Sultan had spread the word that the Crusades did not exist, Fatih had to consider his next steps. The White Knight Hunyadi was not to be mentioned, and the current Pope Nicholas V had always been hostile to the Ottomans. In addition, the Poles were determined to seek revenge...

"Zagan Mustafa, hold on, no matter what. Varna is holding on, you can do whatever you want with it."

On May 5, the big guns opened fire again, joined by smaller guns, as the gunners on both sides became familiar with the firing pattern. The bombardment was accompanied by shouts and the sound of castanets, although it had little effect.

Soon, another section of the wall collapsed. The defenders had to wait until night to repair the wall, but this time, the Ottomans continued to bombard the wall at night, so the defenders could not close the gap.

It is reasonable to say that the Ottoman artillery could not fire continuously day and night, but Fatih, who had made a desperate move, had already moved all his belongings to the Lykas Valley. He had completely abandoned the sea wall strategy and played his last few cards. The effect was immediate, and the Ottomans had more tactical opportunities.

On the morning of May 5, the artillery continued to bombard the base of the wall, knocking down a considerable section. The Ottoman army continued the bombardment all day. At about 7 o'clock in the evening, they launched a massive attack on the breach in the wall, shouting and beating drums as usual. Even the soldiers in the reserve heard the wild shouting, and all the contradictions disappeared with Basilius' bow. Now, they were ready for battle.

Thousands of Ottoman soldiers rushed into the valley, aiming for the vanguard position, but the valley was very narrow and their superiority in numbers could not be brought into play. They trampled down many of their own men in the process of forcing the charge. Giovanni, who was waiting for the opportunity, was already prepared, so a desperate hand-to-hand fight broke out at the mouth of the river.

In the chaos, a Yericheni officer named Murad chopped down several defenders in succession. As a member of the Sultan's guards, he was experienced in many battles, even participating in the Battle of Varna in 1444. He was by no means comparable to the Greeks in the city who were experiencing combat for the first time.

He calmly observed the enemy's line and soon spotted the garrison commander who was commanding the front line. He quickly called over several Jerichini to rush towards Giovanni.

After using his shield to knock away the defenders in front of him, Murad stared at the Genoese coldly and slashed his shoulder with his sword unexpectedly. Fortunately, the Italian armor was exquisitely crafted and barely blocked the blow, but Giovanni had been chopped to the ground, and Murad raised his sword again, ready to attack.

At this critical moment, Alvin jumped down from the city wall, and a magic light bullet penetrated his soul and sent him directly to see Allah. At the same time, Longabis, an officer of the Royal Guards who was highly regarded by the emperor, also rushed into the battlefield with a group of soldiers. He chopped off the legs of another Yericheni with an axe in one fell swoop, and then quickly swung another axe at the pagan lying on the ground. He died under the city wall without even a chance to shout.

However, the second wave of attack by the Ottoman army also arrived at this time, led by Omar, the standard-bearer of the Ottoman Anatolian Corps. However, he was born in the Fars region of Persia and was a descendant of Nizam al-Mulk, the Grand Vizier of the Seljuk Empire. Unlike those in his family whose talents were focused on governing the country, he was a militant with firm beliefs.

They were facing the guards under the command of Longabista, the chief of the Royal Guards rebuilt by Michael VIII after he rebuilt the empire. In the chaos of hacking and charging, the commanders of both sides soon noticed each other, and then started a one-on-one duel in front of their respective subordinates.

Omar held the shield tightly and kept hitting, while taking the opportunity to stab with the sword, and Longabis was not to be outdone. The two of them slashed at each other frantically at the gap, and soon both sides were covered in wounds.

The commander of the Guards panted heavily as he looked at the pagans who still refused to give up the attack. His face was covered with blood. Although he held the sword in his right hand, he had no strength to slash. At this moment, he suddenly dropped the weapon in his hand, grabbed a piece of gravel, and slammed into Omar with his shield.

The stone hit Omar's helmet violently, and the violent impact made the Persian dizzy. Then Longabis decisively drew out his dagger and stabbed it into the gap in the armor.

Everyone watched the fight in amazement until Longabis stood up covered in blood, while Omar was lying motionless on the ground.

"For the Empire!"

"For the Empire!"

Just as the Guards were cheering, Alvin pulled him down. Three seconds later, Longabis looked at the crossbow arrow nailed on his helmet and felt a sense of fear in his heart.

"Hey, our Hercules, don't die like this."

In the original history, after seeing their commander killed in battle, the Ottomans shot the commander of the Guards in secret, regardless of the honor of the duel. The man praised by Basileus as Hercules fell under the city wall he had been guarding.

Alvin grimaced in pain. Where no one could see, an arrow had shot him in the knee. Now he finally understood the pain of being hit by an arrow in the knee.

He covered his injured part with his hands. Fortunately, this kind of wound, which is extremely harmful to ordinary people, can be cured with the simplest healing magic. In this regard, the Clock Tower is more or less useful.

But the battle was not over. Just like the scene in "The Iliad", the Ottoman army rushed to fight for the commander's body. In contrast, the Greek people tried every means to destroy the man's body. Unfortunately, they failed. Finally, after paying a heavy price, the Ottoman soldiers chopped the incomplete body into meat paste and drove the Greek soldiers back into the city - at least that's what they thought.

The fierce battle lasted for three hours, but Likas's valley position still managed to hold the front line. Although the Ottoman continuous fierce attack caused heavy casualties to the defenders, the front line was still controlled by the defenders.

The battle gradually subsided, and the cannons began to roar again to prevent the defenders from closing the gap in the Theodosian Wall. At the same time, the Ottoman army launched a diversionary attack, this time their goal was the weakest gate near the Blachen Palace, but General Barto led his troops to repel it.

Alvin was lying in the trench of the river valley position, and Giovanni, looking tired, came over.

"That fellow Longabis wants me to thank you, and now he is also part of the marriage urging team between you and Ms. Mona Lisa."

Alvin took Giovanni's water bag and just took a sip of barley wine, but was almost choked by the news. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand, and when his speechless eyes met the teasing smile, he gave up thinking and continued to lie back on the ground.

Alvin would never have thought that the experience he had made up using this new identity when he reunited with Romani would actually become reality one day.

Giovanni and the exhausted defenders repaired the city walls in the dark. As the walls were bombarded, they had to allocate more manpower to repair the temporary fortress on the walls. However, the wisdom of Emperor Theodosius still protected Rome. Even though the outer city walls collapsed, the inner city walls remained intact.

And Giovanni's repair work is also very simple: just put together some building blocks and you're done.

But on the other side of the Lycas River, the Ottomans were deeply mourning the death of the brave jihadist fighter Omar. He was not only a great warrior, but also highly regarded by the emperor. If nothing unexpected happened, he should be the next member of the Yericheni.

Fatih personally held a funeral for the Persian warrior. Brave warriors are always respected by people. At the same time, in order to vent his anger, the Sultan ordered the beheading of all the dead Romans who were wearing more luxurious clothes. Rows of heads were placed on the river bank, announcing the cowardice and incompetence of the Greek barbarians.

The cycle of bombardment, attack, and repair of the walls was becoming increasingly blurred for Constantinople at this point. Like the diary describing trench warfare, Alvin's diary was becoming increasingly monotonous and repetitive.

"May 5. Except for a considerable bombardment of the wall, all was quiet on land and sea, and nothing of note occurred..."

"On May 5, some Turks came to the walls and made a small raid, but apart from the unfortunate continuous bombardment of the walls, nothing important happened during the day or night."

In contrast, George Franz, who was highly expected and vowed to record this epic battle, began to make mistakes in his grasp of time. The order of events he recorded became disordered and there were even duplicate records.