God knows what kind of hatred could make the Romans fight together as if they had been robbed of their minds by the devil.

The walls that the Romans used to defend against the barbarians are now being repeatedly attacked by the Romans themselves.

Berialius led an army of sailors and citizens to storm the walls of Constantinople again and again, and the soldiers who were constantly shooting arrows had become numb, and they completely mechanized the whole process, mechanically stretching their bows and arrows, and shooting mechanically.

None of them knew exactly how many people they had killed, just stared blankly at the thickening corpses below and the blood that stained the entire street.

The roar of the citizens of Constantinople did not cease, on the contrary, they were running out of arrows.

"Caesar, Flavies. Luga's army has climbed the walls! ”

It's hard to imagine what kind of will drove this, the moat in front of the walls of Constantinople was filled with corpses, and the water was blood-red. However, Luga's soldiers were able to force their way across the moat and rely on the small land below the walls to erect ladders, eventually pushing them up the walls after suffering heavy casualties.

By this time, the walls of Constantinople had become crumbling, and the two sides on the walls were strangled together, and people were constantly falling from the walls.

If there were a historian who dared to come and watch from afar, he would have feasted his eyes on this battle, and if there were some critical historians who saw this situation, they could not help but say: "The Romans are far less effective against foreign barbarians than they are from killing each other." ”

"For Baselus! For Baseles! Andrew stood on the banks of the moat, one by one pushing the steady stream of soldiers against the plank bridge that hung up on the moat. Let them rush up the ladder at the front, climb up, and die for the succession of Baseles.

The attacking soldiers kept moving forward, and the wounded soldiers were also constantly being transported back, standing in the middle of it, with the soldiers on the left who kept attacking forward, and the wounded soldiers who retreated on the right.

"It is worthy of the garrison of Constantinople, and it can be so tenacious in the face of being flanked from both sides." Luga looked at the city wall that had fallen into the melee, and secretly wondered in his heart, he didn't expect to meet such a tenacious army here.

"Malenius! Malenius! Luga turned around and saw Malenius, who was arranging the wounded soldiers, so he hurried to call him over.

"What's the matter, sir?"

"How many casualties have we had?"

"Oh my God, after more than an hour of attacking, we suffered more than 500 casualties, and now the number is still increasing, it is close to 800."

"But we have absolutely no way to shake the walls of Constantinople, which is worthy of the walls of Constantinople with all the wisdom of the present era."

Catapults were not as useful as they should, as such trebuchets would not do any damage to such a strong and heavy wall, so they would be the home of the infantry, and only the infantry would be able to attack the city.

And such a human attack is bound to show that it is extremely costly to take the city walls, even the outermost ones of Constantinople.

The archers stood in a dense array on the opposite side of the moat, raising their compound bows with their hands up, and the rain of arrows weighed down the defenders of the city from raising their heads.

The stubborn garrison of Constantinople was depleted of arrows and had to keep an eye on their shields to collect arrows under the walls to supply the archers who were struggling to support them, but more and more the enemy rushed to the walls.

"Hold them off, don't be discouraged, boys!" The centurion on the rampart shouted over and over again to cheer up his soldiers to maintain morale, and stabbed his sword into the belly of one of the soldiers who had just climbed up.

"Damn, you should have been!" The red-eyed centurion slammed into the abrupt rock and slid into the river, becoming one of the corpses floating on the river.

"We've got to find a way to chisel through this damn gate, our army is so poor at delivering on the ladder." Seeing such a scene, Lu Jia was naturally anxious, such a stalemate would only increase the casualties, maybe one thousand, two thousand, five thousand, or even ten thousand.

At this time, Luga had to look back at Licchia sitting behind him, who was now holding the cross made of gold on her chest with both hands, closing her eyes and praying over and over again, hoping that God would appear and help Luga's army succeed in taking the impossible breachable wall.

The barbarians are far away from each other, even the invincible Attila chose to take a detour and leave the secondary city where it was easier to attack, no one wanted to gnaw this hard bone, but they didn't think that the strong walls built by the civilized world could only be attacked by the armies of the civilized world.

"We must shake the gates so we can take the walls!"

Although this was a problem that everyone knew, there was no way for them to shake the impregnable gates of steel.

"With fire oil, with fire oil!"

Under Luga's command, the soldiers carrying the oil barrels rushed to the city gate against the steady stream of arrows that were constantly tilting down from the city wall, and piled the oil barrels under the city gate. Then the soldier with a compound bow shot a flaming arrow at the oil barrel under the city gate.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, there was a violent explosion under the city gate, and the huge flames bloomed like a flower of flames blooming from hell in an instant, and rushed upwards to flood an entire section of the city wall.

A violent fire engulfed the iron gates, startling the soldiers guarding the walls and causing Luga to burst into loud cheers.

"Attack! Offensive! ”

Immediately afterwards, the soldiers pushing the siege engine rushed to the bridgehead, and they specially inlaid a huge metal ramming angle on the siege cone.

The flames burned for nearly two hours, and the iron gate was already red from the heat, and it was about to dissolve. The wooden gate at the back was even more crumbling to the ground, and it was not able to resist at all.

Without further ado, the soldiers pushing the siege vehicle quickened their pace and slammed into the metal gate with the siege cone.

"Boom!"

The burnt red, soft iron gates were vulnerable to blows, and were soon shattered by the impact of the siege cones. Coupled with the further advance of the siege engines, the burning wooden gate soon collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The gates fell, and countless soldiers poured into the walls of Constantine in flames, but were met with stubborn resistance from the ground guards.

The battle lasted for a whole day and night, until dawn the next day, when the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the streets and walls of Constantinople were covered with corpses.

The battle was far less intense than it had been, and Marcian and his army were at the end of their battle.

"What a bunch of tough guys, I can't understand why." Luga asked himself, looking at the blackened city wall in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh: "Perhaps, only the army of the civilized world can overcome such an impregnable wall." ”