On the next day, the Alemanni coalition began to attack the city as usual. These days, they had no choice but to use trebuchets and began to attack Constantiniya. However, in front of the impregnable Theodosian wall, the effect of such attacks was minimal. Constantiniya gathered a large number of stonemasons to urgently repair the damaged city walls while Alemanni used trebuchets to strike. Alemannic trebuchets destroyed the city wall faster than the masons could repair it.
It is for this reason that most of the lords of the Alemannic Federation have begun to consider accepting Constantinier's peace request.
Yin Bolita had people drag the corpses of a batch of executed civilians from the port of the Golden Horn. She personally took the knife and cut a gash on each of the broken corpses. Then, she sat on the ground with her eyes closed and began to recite the weird incantation that made the wounds worse.
While she closed her eyes and recited the incantation, many rats ran over and looked for food among the broken corpses. The soldiers tried to drive away the rats, but Yinpolita stopped them.
"They came just in time," said Yinpolita, "just let me use them."
She sat in that pile of smelly corpses for most of the day. In the evening, she finally stretched and stood up, and then ordered the soldiers: "Put these corpses into Constantiniya in a catapult."
Corpses were thrown into the city one by one, and the soldiers didn't know what the use was.
The moon rises, covering the earth with a layer of silver gauze.
Yin Polita looked into the distance with blurred eyes, and read the poem her mother used to put her to sleep when she was a child:
“The flute player leaves the town/The moonlight shines, and the melodious sound of the flute is heard/The mice from all over the city pour out from all directions, following the flute player intoxicated/Every family’s children also run from home to the road , following behind the flute player/He walked up the mountain while playing the flute/The moonlight was gradually blocked by the clouds, and the flute player, the mouse and the child walked farther and farther, and finally they all disappeared in the mountains.
the next day.
"Damn, why is it so cold?"
A shivering soldier wrapped his clothes tightly and stuffed a lot of straw inside to keep warm.
"Is it cold?" Another soldier wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Of course, it's cold, it's cold, it's freezing!" Another soldier responded. His teeth were chattering, "Look at the sky, you haven't seen the sun for several days. Is it day or night now?"
"Don't be lazy over there!" a non-commissioned officer shouted at them angrily, "Pick up the crossbow quickly and use it to run! If it's a little later, the Alemanni coalition will attack the city!"
The soldiers quickly obeyed. A month ago, they were all ordinary citizens. Those wrapped in straw were horsemen, those who felt hot were vendors, and those with chattering teeth were tannery workers. It was inevitable that discipline was a little loose.
But just as they were receiving the crossbows, the worker in the tannery workshop suddenly lost his legs and fell to the ground without making any sound.
The sergeant walked over angrily and kicked him several times, but the worker had no reaction at all. Upon further investigation, they discovered that the worker who had been chatting just now was dead. The skin all over his body was a dull purple, with thousands of black bumps appearing on it, which was very scary.
The groom exclaimed and exposed his arms - many dark spots had appeared on his skin.
The next afternoon, the groom died. The same dark spots appeared on the skin of vendors and military officers.
The black plague spread rapidly in Constantiniya.
No one had ever seen such a terrible disease: it was harvesting people's lives like wheat, and their doctors were helpless. They had to dig large pits to bury the dead in groups - but the workers who were digging the soil one moment suddenly fell to the ground the next moment and were buried permanently in the pit.
In the end, there was no time to even dig a hole to bury the bodies. The black-spotted dead littered the streets of Constantiny, filling the city with a strong stench.
The sky was still dark red and the sun was missing. This adds to the atmosphere of fear and sadness.
Some people say that this is the arrival of the God of Death in Constantiniya.
The high-ranking officials hid in the castle and closed the door tightly, trying to escape the scythe of death. The civilians screamed and knocked on the door, trying to hide inside together - but after only one night, piles of corpses blocked the castle gate.
The priests gathered the crying believers and worshiped Apollo again and again. But they did not receive mercy from the gods. Whether they were civilians or priests, more than half of the people gathered died in the terrible plague.
Many people had to move into smelly underground sewers in the hope of overcoming Death's death scythe. The whole of Constantiniya fell into deathly silence.
When a patient also appeared in the palace. The siege camp of the Alemannic Federation welcomed Constantinier's envoy for the fourth time.
"Basileus agrees to all your requests!" The messenger said to Impolita, almost crying, "He knows that this is the power of the Octavian family. As long as the sun can appear and the plague can disappear, it doesn't matter whether it's a princess or a princess. Whether it’s the minister’s daughter, if you want, you can take her away!”
Yin Bolita let out an unprecedented proud laugh:
"Your Basileus has really put down all his posture. Is there any difference between him now and a slave begging for mercy under his master?"
The messenger lowered his head and said nothing. I just hope I can get a reply from Yin Polita soon.
——"But do you really think I will accept your peace request?"
The messenger raised his head in horror.
Yin Bolita smiled so hard that she almost couldn't stop smiling: "To tell you the truth, from the very beginning, I had no intention of coexisting peacefully with you - I would never do it without killing everyone in Constantini." Close hand."
"why would……"
The messenger stopped before he finished speaking, because he saw Yinpolita picking up the bow of Apollo, the sun god, and aiming it.
"I said it - everyone, including you of course."
Yinbolita shot the arrow and missed it, and the messenger fell down.
"No matter how strong the city wall is, it still needs people to hold on to it. The people of Constantinople now no longer have the strength to protect the Theodosian wall!"
Yinpolita raised the bow of Apollo, the sun god, and shouted to the lords of the Alemannic Federation.
"Once - as long as we launch another attack, Constantiniya will fall! We will not accept peace! Because all the wealth of the Seven Hills Empire will fall into our hands immediately!"
Amid the excited shouts of the soldiers, the Alemanni coalition launched a general attack on Constantiniya.
"No one can save Konstantiniya! Even if the King of Sweden's navy captures the Black Sea Strait, it will be of no use!"
Impolita shouted frantically to Konstantinier.
"Scipio, today is the end of your family!"
