"Your Majesty? Your Majesty? ”

Zhou Heng is not a spiritual Roman who is angry and crying at 246, as a high school history teacher who eats and waits for death, for him, perhaps guarding his wife and children is a more proud thing.

"Your Majesty! It's time to eat! ”

Zhou Heng would never have thought that his head, which had been used by the old and damaged wiring board used by the antique computer at home, would be tied to an empire that was about to disappear. May 29 was his birthday and the day he left that world.

"Your Majesty......"

The maid was waiting with a plate in her hand, and Constantine XI on the throne was looking at Zhou Heng, who had just woken up from fainting above the dormitory, with complicated eyes.

In Zhou Heng's shallow understanding of Western history, Constantine XI had no heirs, but now, he was actually wearing a purple shoulder coat, and appeared in the court at the same time as the king of the Eastern Roman Empire.

"John, what are you looking for me in a hurry, and you came to my dormitory to pretend to be dead?"

Just a few words, Zhou Heng already had some bottom in his heart, but when he first arrived in your land, he was afraid that he would confuse Constantine Eleven, a Greek, by opening his standard Jiangnan Mandarin, so he thought about it, so he asked this father for peace with some nervousness.

At the moment, it seems that the little John who borrowed his life to resurrect his soul should be the son of Constantine XI who has not been recorded in the history books, but this young man who will inherit the empire in the future (if it still exists) is only eleven or twelve years old at the moment, and the relationship with his father is not so harmonious.

Historically, when Constantine XI was in power, the fall of Eastern Rome was already counting the days with fingers crossed, the so-called empire was only one area of actual control of Constantinople, Britain and France were busy with the Hundred Years' War, HRE was in civil war, Spain (Castile) was busy recovering lost territory, and even worse, even if the Ottomans had already stepped their feet across the Bosphorus and jumped up and down in the Balkans, Christendom was still convinced of the news of the weakness of the Turks, as for Eastern Rome...... What the they do?

It was in this environment that the empire came to an end.

"Father...... What time is it? ”

Zhou Heng slowly straightened up, tidied up his somewhat wrinkled robe, and looked directly at Constantine, who was a little vicissitudes.

Horizontally speaking, the current Roman Empire is undoubtedly isolated, Constantinople may only have a population of more than 100,000 people, and the soldiers who can be mobilized and mobilized are even less pitiful, and the impregnable walls of Theodosius, which were impregnable in the era of cold weapons, may not be able to block the Ottoman artillery.

He believed that his cheap father may have made countless attempts to solve the current predicament, but the predicament faced by Constantine XI was even worse than Chongzhen, who hanged himself on the tree with his crooked neck.

This is the bureau of history, and perhaps no one can solve it.

"It's noon. If nothing happens, you can go play with your sister in the afternoon. ”

"Sister? No...... Father, I mean, what month and day of the year is it? ”

"If you broke your head just now, I can go to the doctor." Constantine had already wanted to get up and leave, but perhaps the strange light in Zhou Heng's eyes touched him, Constantine froze, waved his hand to let the maid put down the food and left, and then said word by word, "1443, May 29." ”

(For narrative convenience, the book also uses the Gregorian calendar rather than the Julian calendar.) ）

"How is that possible?"

Zhou Heng recalled for a long time in situ, at this time, the emperor of Eastern Rome should still be John VIII, the elder brother of Constantine XI, and the throne should not come to his father until the end of the Kosovo War.

Constantine's answer seemed to open the floodgates of memory buried in this body, and spread this dimensional Rome in front of Zhou Heng.

The peril of Rome has not changed in the slightest, the only thing that has changed is that John VIII was assassinated a year ago when he passed through a small village called Calfit on his way home from Hungary. His father took the throne after a series of power operations, and his sister was not the daughter of Constantine, but his niece, Princess Sophia.

Other chores and trivial matters also poured into Zhou Heng's mind with this torrent of memories.

In the dormitory, there was a long silence, Constantine looked at little John with a pained face covering his forehead, in his heart, there was still hope for the empire, compared to this matter, the family and heirs are the problems to be solved after dealing with the great trouble of the Ottoman confidant.

Everything that little John experienced was finally mastered by Zhou Heng after half an hour, and in Constantine's eyes, Zhou Heng's every move was probably just a performance of a child in his early teens who wanted to win more favor in front of his father.

After all, he has been in the dormitory for dozens of days and has not seen his family.

But compared to Constantine, who had already broken the jar, Zhou Heng was more stable in his heart. Although there has been an irrepressible twist in the timeline before he came to this world, at least for now, the empire still has at least ten years, and these ten years may be able to change many things.

Constantine XI, the last emperor of the empire, took over the imperial power in advance, and the whole empire had a little more hope, and he was still young now, and his identity was also under one person in this small Constantinople, and he still had the opportunity to create some miracles.

Zhou Heng did not have any great dream of recovering Rome, and in his heart, not being divided by the Ottomans' sabers and muskets was his greatest wish at present.

"John, what the hell is going on, you haven't said yet."

Constantine spoke again, much less bored than at first.

"I hope that from today onwards, I can learn the art of fighting."

……

The third time, in the dormitory, the sound of the silver needle falling to the ground could be heard clearly.

"Why?"

Previously, due to the covetousness of his two younger brothers to the throne, Constantine did not have time to take care of his family and discipline his son. After succeeding to the throne, he almost always stayed in the dormitory to think about the key to breaking the situation, and John's education was always left behind him, and only occasionally learned from the maid's report that John Jr. preferred to study history rather than military affairs.

All this is understandable, but Constantine understands that history is always a tool for the victors to sing the praises of virtue.

Right now, Zhou Heng also understands this truth. Even if it does not become a myth like Belisarius, at least, in the face of the current situation, it is much more useful to learn the skills of military formations and killing enemies than to study history.

Constantine's eyes finally showed a hint of relief, and then he nodded, "I—promise you." ”