After the pack mules passed through the Paril Pass, they could already see the long-empty village of Ermerli.

The villagers had already been evacuated to the city walls by the Empire with their belongings, so no one could have detected Karacha's determination to deliver the final blow to the fortress.

Several cannons, battering rams and catapults in heavy iron armor were methodically pushed to the front line, and the stars and moon banners were hunting at the front of the team, which was tantamount to the death knell of the so-called Roman Empire in the ears of the adjutant who escorted the supplies.

"General Karacha."

After the curtain of the big tent was opened, the cold winter wind made everyone shiver. But after seeing the comer, the frenzy in everyone's blood and bones was rekindled.

"The muddy roads of Sakalia have caused us quite a few problems, General Karacha. But we're living up to our mission and bringing you what you need most right now. ”

"Indeed, this is enough to settle the dust of war...... "Karacha's old face showed a long-lost smile, and the wrinkles and scars stacked on top of each other reflected the most simple and heavy glory of a warrior.

He fought countless battles in his life, almost never defeated, and countless generals in this military tent worshipped him like a god, and despite the defeat of the Greeks in the First World War, his prestige in the army was unsurpassed. At this time, in the eyes of many generals, a heavy military feat was already placed in front of them, so without waiting for Karacha to finish speaking, they rushed to introduce their own siege plan.

In fact, there is already heavy firepower, and there is something missing to talk about how to break the city. So after the rest of the tent had calmed down again, Karacha spoke slowly, "I know what you're longing for. A glory at your fingertips. We are about to expel the Greeks from our land again, and then we can strike the final blow against a weakened Rome, as we did a hundred years ago. This is undoubtedly the best gift for the Sultan and to Allah...... I know...... I know ......"

As if encouraged, the desire to fight intensified in their eyes, and after suppressing the impulse, they continued to listen to Karacha.

"But we all know that after the fortress is the harbor, and even if we tear down the wall, it will only drive away the bedbugs. Again and again, they will covet a chance to re-ascend to Anatolia. It's not just the wheat and sugar beets they crave here, but what they call their old homeland. But these should belong to our Sultan. Karacha stood up and picked up his sword from his table, "You know, they still have a powerful army rushing towards the heart of our empire, and your brothers and compatriots are stubbornly resisting their attacks......

"You say, how dare a city and a country that is almost crushed by us now, how dare you, how can you be, how can you pose such a great threat to us?"

"Our Murad Sultan should not have died so early......"

It was a young general in his early thirties, and although the words were rather tactful, his words did reflect the thinking of a considerable part of the current Ottoman army. Mehmed II's ability to rule has already aroused doubts among some people. At first, the hatred of the vast majority of people who had been expelled from the Balkans by humiliation was remembered on the head of John, who had beheaded Murad, but as time went on, the repeated setbacks of the war forced people to have a suspicion of the young sultan. What's more, the Roman Empire on the other side has a more vivid example to compare.

One is to break the cocoon and be reborn, and the other is to cut the land and pay compensation, and the mountains and rivers are broken. The fates of the two empires have been reversed at some point. Shih Tzu literature

"It's a coward's excuse!" After hearing this, Karacha's face gradually became solemn, and then he said in a deep voice, "John IX, he is completely different from his ancestors, and the emperor who now sits in the palace of Constantinople. I admit his abilities, and he does cause us endless trouble...... But it's time for all this to come to an end. ”

"The conquest and expansion of the Ottoman Empire, which should not stop here. They seemed firmly convinced that with their fleet, the turtle-like flagship, they could firmly hold the Bosphorus by the throat...... They seem to be naïve enough to think that the ocean, which is only a few kilometers wide, can easily escape with their whole body......"

"Cut Throat Fort, this time, will personally cut John's throat and make this place his burial place!"

"Inform the whole army, after nightfall, launch a general attack!"

……

At this time, on the outskirts of the Dardanelles, there was no city of Canakkale that could hold the gateway to the Sea of Marmara, and only a few small villages and fortresses were built on the ruins of Troy, which were the only outposts in the strait that was only 1.2 thousand meters narrowest.

At this time, in the port of Lesvos, a large fleet, with the flag of the Venetians, sailed into the Marmara in the moonlight, through the calm sea, and half an hour earlier, thousands of Ottoman soldiers had already lurked in several camouflaged supply and grain ships to raid the port of Leyzin.

The smoke was not ignited until the end......

……

"The sentry can't be relaxed, Karacha didn't launch an overnight attack, it doesn't mean he won't use this trick, maybe the layout of the past few days is just paralyzing us. The moonlight is good today, so let the soldiers open my eyes wide. ”

The tranquility of the siege camp only made John more suspicious. Evacuation or onslaught, it all makes sense logically, only this negative siege should be the most meaningless and difficult to explain for the Ottomans.

The unimpeded Bosphorus meant that Constantinople's supplies could travel back and forth between the two sides as quickly as possible, and Caracha would not have waited for the empire to be dragged down by famine first.

"If Carachar does not withdraw his troops, we can assume that he still has ambitions for the Cut Throat Fort, although we do not know Giovanni's movements for the time being, but Smyrna will be breached sooner or later, and if we withdraw from the Cut Throat Fort at that time, we will have no loss at all......," Duke Latius also thought with a puzzled face, "If we had attacked it earlier, the fall of the Cut Throat Fort would have been a matter of the next few days...... It's hard to ......"

He slowly raised his head, his gaze involuntarily falling on the map pinned by a wooden wedge.

"Karacha is not a big man, according to common sense, whether it is a strong attack now or waiting for the artillery to reach the front, we just need to retreat to Constantinople, and in the end, the Ottomans will only get a ruin, and he will not waste so much time here." Sophia is also meeting her gaze in the middle of the strait, "unless...... He's going to break that common sense......"