The tranquil sea breeze blows through this land kissed by angels.

Valerinto, a small bay where moored fishermen's boats rise and fall with the waves, and the imam who reverently recites in the white-roofed mosque does not notice the huge beast slowly approaching the sea level for the first time.

Ebius - Radiance. John and Francisco never let go of their love for this behemoth. Now, after dormant in the port of Athens for another half a year, as a standard maritime war machine, it obviously has incomparable protection and destructive power, and the armor and artillery fire it can obtain are close to the limits of the power industry of this era.

This small city was one of the last Ottoman territories to be plundered by the Ottolians, and there were many remnants of the empire, except for the naturally migrating Eastern Turks and a small number of returning nomads. It's just that there is still some faith in Valleo and Hagia Sophia, which is unknown.

"General Giovanni, any further on, the fleet is at risk of running aground." Several sailors dropped their anchor chains and returned to Francisco, who were looking out over the seemingly harmless town of Valerinto, "This is not a natural harbor, the shallow road,"

"Isn't it too dangerous?"

"There is no pagan lookout nearby, this is an ordinary fishing village, and it is daylight...... The likelihood of being ambushed should be almost zero. ”

Of course, the Roman Empire was constantly suffering from internal and external troubles, and on the other side, the peace and security of the country and the people would not fall on the heads of the Ottomans. Even Valerinto was such a humble bay town that the Ottomans would not have been left undefended.

Giovanni was still hesitating, and Angelo was also standing on the deck without saying a word. Siege equipment, sophisticated war horses, the treasured cannons of His Majesty the Emperor of the Co-governance, and a large number of supplies cannot be put in place in one step with this transport fleet, and the most elite combat strength of the empire is now combined to ensure that a stable landing point can be opened up to create an absolutely safe supply line. Only in this way can we ensure that the Phoenix Legion and the Holy See Guard, which are fighting in different places, can exert their due combat effectiveness.

Their first target was Cesme on the other side of the island of Chios, which was the first target of the two armies after landing. After the empire continued to suppress and erode the Ottomans' maritime superiority, the Ottoman fortresses built on the island of Chios had gradually been abandoned, and the remaining defenders were inevitably unable to stop the sea supply under the escort of the Phoenix fleet. And Cesme is the best landing springboard. If you capture it, you can drive straight into Izmir and capture the city of Izmir. - The city was the throat of the Ottomans on the coast of Asia Minor. If this road is cut off, the north and south lines of Asia Minor will sooner or later fall into the pockets of the Empire.

It is also because of this that they can hardly take any possible risks. No matter how strong the artillery fire of Ebius Radiance is, it cannot launch support for land operations at any time. The Phoenix Guards were originally relatively weak in siege, and the Holy See Guards lacked equipment support, so it can be said that this was a race against time. If the assault plan is delayed and Cesme's defenders wait for reinforcements, there will probably be no more chance to launch a surprise attack on the coastline.

"Giovanni, I have to say, we can't afford to delay, and we can't afford to wait." Angelo touched his forehead, the pressure on the two legions was very unimaginable, and every decision had to be thought about twice, "The armor and the half-body shield, the kite-shaped shield, and the tower shield will be transported by the laborers and sailors for a while, and the light infantry will march immediately without repairing after coming ashore, and the others will 'collect' some provisions, livestock, and sampan boats in this village to help with the transportation." There is only one principle, to ensure that the assault on Cesme is completed as soon as possible, and it must be ensured...... Completed before the fall of Cutthroat Fort. ”

If we wait for the supply lines and landing points to be established, then I am afraid that the Cutting Throat Fort that is being taken care of will have been able to fall ten times, and expanding the results as soon as possible is the necessary mission of these two elite legions.

As the boat approached the shore, it did not encounter much resistance. The servants in charge of logistics were busy with their work at the same time as the light infantry who landed first. After a brief formation, they descended into the tree-lined path and hurried north towards Cesme. As for Valerinto, dozens of "militiamen" armed with single knives and halberds just watched vigilantly as the Imperial legions landed round after round, and left round after round.

They were powerless to stop everything, let alone above the waves, the muzzles of the black guns were facing them, seemingly without any emotion.

The beacon fire on the watchtower had long since been lit, but the Imperial soldiers still ignored it - in fact, they had no time to pay attention to the inevitable situation, and Giovanni only made a compromise judgment that there were no spare troops on the west coast to support Cesme. There is no backup plan, no retreat. Although the miracle of the empire's death and resurrection continues to be staged, it only takes a moment to recover.

"Imam Slamma! The mountains are full of Romans! It's all Romans! The little monk slammed the door open and stumbled to his knees in front of the imam. And the priest, who was called Slammah, did not seem to hear such an urgent cry.

"They're heading north! There are big boats. And a lot of soldiers! ”

Slama half-opened her eyes and glanced at the little one, who was no more than ten years old. When the mosque was hastily erected, he was nothing more than a sick and infirm orphan who knew nothing but was "thinking about Muhammad" and his "land" under the influence of his ears.

"What do we have to do with this?"

The imam stopped chanting. Interrupted, and without reverence, he went to the bay window at the top of the cave and looked out onto the shores of Valerinto, where countless light boats had come on the waves, carrying countless warriors with resolute faces and firm faith, and set foot on the land of Asia Minor, their native land.

"Aren't you worried? Teacher! They will plunder our land! Kill our loved ones and compatriots! ”

"Little one, what do you call our land? Who are our relatives and compatriots? ”

"Teacher? What do you mean? They might come and plunder our fields, take our livestock – they will storm the mosque and set us on fire! They will defile our faith! How can the hadith of the Prophet be ...... like this Teacher! You see, they're rushing over! They rushed over."

"Nothing to do with faith, my little one. This is war. ”

The moment the flames of the white-roofed mosque in Valerinto ignited, the bloody curtain was finally gradually opened.

In the small fishing village, there is only a sad whimper, and the wailing of innocents who have no time to escape. The displaced refugees, with tears in their eyes, look back at their homeland for the last time, and then carry a few belongings on their backs, no longer nostalgic.

"Catch up with me and cut down that infidel with a child!"

Among the people who were ordered to plunder the provisions, I don't know who shouted such a voice......