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In the seventh year of Xuanwu, on the first day of January, a fierce battle began between the Crusaders and the defenders in Constantinople, inside and outside the walls of Theosido.
This time, the battle was fiercer than ever before.
The Crusaders and the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms pressed down tens of thousands of troops in one breath, vowing to capture the ancient city in one fell swoop.
The Varangian and Han troops were at the top of the city, fighting back against the cold wind.
Under the city wall, countless rocks fell, causing the enemy soldiers to cry for their fathers and mothers.
Oleg roared and poured the boiling oil soup down the edge of the city wall, which immediately caused the crowd of soldiers below to scream in agony.
On the Han army's side, the volley fire never stopped for a moment, and the hot projectiles kept blooming delicate blood flowers one after another on the enemy's body.
From the very beginning, the war was in full swing.
Bang~
There was a gunshot, and a gunman accurately hit the head of a cross officer a hundred steps away. The officer suddenly spattered a pool of yellow and white filth and fell to the ground.
There was another burst of gunfire, and the three or four enemy soldiers below who had just approached the city wall were also knocked down by fire cannons.
However, more and more enemies carried ladders and set them up on the city wall, and began to climb up with the threat of death above their heads.
"Report~~General, General Oleg is requesting support. A large number of enemy troops have entered his defense line."
"Bring fifty men to support immediately, and drive the enemy out of the city wall no matter what."
On Oleg's side, more than 20 Varangian guards fought bloody battles, each of them holding on to their own defense line like one against a hundred.
Oleg flattened the heads and helmets of two enemy soldiers with his bare hands, and even punched through a shield.
His bravery greatly frightened the enemy, but because there were too many enemies, no matter how brave he was, he could only barely hold on.
But at this moment, the Han army support team arrived.
"put!"
"Bang bang bang——"
Puff puff puff puff——
After a burst of gunpowder smoke and a deafening roar, the enemy troops gathered in a pile fell instantly, and the pressure on Varangian's defense line was instantly relieved a lot.
"Thank you!"
Oleg picked up an ax and chopped off one person's head to express his gratitude to the friendly forces who came to support him.
The commander of the Han army, named Zhao Guang, ordered his subordinates to fire three muskets to relieve the siege, and then immediately assisted Varangi to gradually stabilize the defense line.
There were so many enemies that the Han soldiers had no time to change their ammunition after firing their guns, so they decisively picked up their swords and joined in the melee.
The rise of Zhao Guang and Oleg's two-person kill, after killing from left to right, joined together, back to back.
"General Zhao, I want to ask you, if I become the king of a country, can my country establish friendly relations with you?"
"General Oleg, are you sure you haven't drank?"
While the two were chatting, several more Crusaders roared and rushed towards the city.
Zhao Guang and Oleg shouted in unison, bumped sideways, and pushed down the wall along with several of their companions who had just climbed onto the crenel.
"I'm not kidding. I have accumulated countless wealth. After fighting this battle, I will be ready to return to my hometown and build my own country. I have already thought of a name, and it will be called Norway!"
"What is the name of the bird with the special code? Congratulations to you, Your Highness the King! But you have to ensure that you survive!"
"When I become king, if you come to my country, I will definitely make you prime minister!"
"Then I'd like to thank you very much in advance. They're here again, setting up that thing!"
"no problem!"
Seeing more and more enemies at the top of the city attacking from other weakly defended walls, Zhao Guang and Oleg decisively used the unused firearm - the Zimu Cannon.
"Hey~"
Oleg carried the cannon weighing a hundred kilograms on his own and placed it firmly on a corner.
Zhao Guang immediately stuffed the gun into the tail of the cannon and fixed it, then took out the gun and folded it a little...
Boom~
There was a loud bang, and the shells formed by the four-pounder gun immediately tore the running enemy soldiers into bloody pieces.
After waving away the smoke that choked his eyes and nose, there was no enemy standing in front of him.
"I thought that Greek fire was already the most powerful weapon for defending the city in the world. But when I saw this artillery today, I realized that it was nothing at all!"
Although this was not the first time he saw the power of artillery and gunfire, Oleg still praised him sincerely every time he saw it.
He vaguely felt that with these firearms, the Varangian bravery would be eliminated from the battlefield sooner or later.
At this time, on the wall of Diosido, dozens of tiger squatting cannons loaded with shotgun shells began to fire in unison, and countless enemies fell into a pool of blood amidst the roar.
The battle on the front line was in full swing, and inside the city, all walks of life were doing their best to support the victory in this battle.
Craftsmen worked day and night making weapons and armor to provide the defenders with weapons and weapons.
The citizens continued to use their accumulated food to provide supplies to the defenders.
Clergy and believers gathered in Hagia Sophia to pray devoutly for an early end to the war.
Even the nobles, who had always been stingy, rarely provided some supplies to support this war.
The Han military medical team, together with the doctors in the city, worked hard to save the lives of every soldier.
Because everyone understands that there is no way out.
Father Urban looked at the statue of God in the church, sighed and said to the clergy servants beside him: "You know, I had a very terrible nightmare last night.
I dreamed that a group of Western European barbarians broke through the walls of Constantinople, and the emperor was brutally nailed to death on the beach.
Innocent citizens were brutally humiliated by the enemy, and it was like a scene from hell. A series of crimes such as murder, robbery, and sword violence occurred everywhere.
Even this great church was not spared. Countless prostitutes danced in this sacred church and made peace with barbarians.
Defiling every inch of the holy land here is so terrible. Although this is just a dream, my intuition tells me that if the barbarians really enter the city,
The terrible scene in the dream will definitely become a reality, so this time, even if it is God’s will, I will try my best to prevent it from happening.
Donate all the gold and silver vessels of our Holy See and give them to that Seris man. We must defeat those barbarians no matter what! "
At this critical moment, the entire city temporarily put aside its class conflicts and unanimously targeted the Crusaders outside the city...
From January 1st to the early morning of January 6th, a full five days, Zhuge Zhi could no longer remember how many enemy attacks he had repelled, nor how many enemies fell inside or outside the city wall.
He only remembered that the walls of Diosido were still standing.
But the price was also heavy. More than half of the Varangian Guards suffered casualties, and the town militia lost thousands of people.
Among the Han army, a total of 132 people fell in a pool of blood fighting with the enemy.
However, this battle was fought vigorously, and the defenders did not lose morale due to the casualties of their companions, but instead united more closely together.
However, without sufficient troops, it can only be passive defense and cannot achieve a decisive victory.
Zhuge Zhi firmly believed that the enemy's morale had reached its limit. If there was a military district in Beisei to launch an offensive, this war could be said to be victorious.
Could it be that those local warlords in Besse really watched Constantinople fall like this?
In the early morning of the 6th, at the last moment of darkness before dawn, the enemy army once again appeared in darkness outside the walls of Theosido.
"here we go again!"
Oleg glanced at the group of crusaders with disdain, and then continued to pick up the axe.
Zhao Guang on the side did the same. He picked up a blunderbuss, lay down by the wall and aimed at the enemy in front without saying a word.
The results of the siege in the past few days made Boniface very depressed. He did not expect that the battle would turn out like this. It was unexpected.
In particular, the Han army's firearms cast an indelible shadow on themselves and the coalition forces both physically and mentally.
During this period, the morale of the army was very low. Seeing that the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms were of no benefit and had caused such huge casualties, they no longer wanted to stay here and just wanted to withdraw their troops and return home.
Crusader generals at all levels also showed serious war fatigue.
Fortunately, Boniface tried his best to comfort and finally stabilized the morale of the army and prevented a large-scale collapse.
However, today is the last attack. If they fail again, the coalition will not hesitate to turn back to Serbia, and the Crusaders will not return westward under their command.
Therefore, he deployed all his troops and horses today and decided to work hard to break through the city wall no matter what.
But at the moment when the coalition forces charged towards Constantinople at the rising sun...
"Xu~~"
There was a sound of horses neighing, and Ban Dingyuan rode his horse on a mountaintop in the east.
Under the sunshine, he was like a god.
