As the night deepened, the moonlight seemed to be dying, and it cast rays of light along the windows. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

In the past, the Imperial Senate had already been empty, but today, with a faint candlelight, almost all the purple-robed senators and red-robed senators in Constantinople were here, a total of three hundred and nine, and there was no shortage of one.

Especially the purple-robed patriarch Leonti, staring blankly at the burning candle, his mind still echoing the scene of meeting with Hou Jie, a merchant from the Fujian Kingdom, in the afternoon.

"This time the Arab Empire's attack was frustrated because of the Shiite rebellion behind it, the war between Byzantium and the Arabs has reached this point, it has reached an extremely dangerous point, if you want to keep your rights and status, unless another empire can help, now, located in the rear of the Arab Empire, there is a sufficient number of powerful countries are indeed our Fujian."

"But the King of Min is very stubborn, he doesn't have enough interests and favors, he won't make a move, and now the Byzantine Emperor Constans has turned his back on Xiang It is very unpalatable to him, if you want to persuade him to send troops, you must have a trusted emperor of the King of Min to speak!"

In the West, playing diplomatic conspiracy, the Byzantines are really the ancestors, and after connecting the news they got from Hou Jie, a conspiracy naturally plumped up in Leonti's mind, Hou Jie Wu Yuanqing, fart Fujian businessmen, these two guys are clearly spies of Fujian, and they used conspiracy to squeeze the last child in the wallets of their colleagues around them, forcing them to stay in Constantinople and live and die with the land, and fight to the death with the Arabs, instead of running away if they couldn't beat it before.

But now, the land is bought and sold for huge profits, and he has a share of it, and he has long been regarded by the people of the Senate as a member of their Fujian country, and he has been on the thief ship, even if Hou Jie wants to promote a pig, he Leonti has to persuade his worried colleagues around him to carry him up with all his might, otherwise, once Constantinople cannot be saved, it is estimated that he should face tens of thousands of pairs of hateful eyes.

On the one hand, Theodosius's failed coup d'état was dismantled with eight bloody corpses, and on the other hand, after the emperor was replaced, the amazing benefits, the golden light of Huang Cancan and the bloody corpses were constantly intertwined in front of him, so that Leonti was always in a trance, not only him, but the three hundred and nine senators gathered in the entire Senate were all in a trance.

If a new emperor is established to replace the original emperor Constance, who blindly fled, not only can he say that he will mobilize the Fujian State to send troops to help and keep everyone's land, but also the new emperor will definitely be able to have a large number of rewards when he ascends the throne, and he can also fill up the empty warehouses of each family.

It seems that the old and noble lords who are high up in the sky are actually bought for this little thing, and it really doesn't matter to them who the emperor is on the head.

Faintly chanted poetry came out of the senate, just when all the senators were intertwined with fear and temptation, full of anxiety and waiting, the city wall of Constantine, the gate of victory, facing the port of the Golden Horn, crouching in the dark night, Hou Jie's long-planned offensive has also been arranged, facing the dim moonlight, Hou Jie, who did not know when to climb the city gate, swung his horizontal knife at the moonlight, and the light refracted the dim moonlight, and suddenly shone down.

"Who?"

The two Byzantine city guards had just come out of the shelter under the city, and the cold light suddenly flashed in front of them, and the two infantry couldn't help but look back at the top in amazement.

"What's wrong?"

More guards rushed out of the watchtower, but only shouted, these people retreated with weak legs, near the gate of victory, countless black shadows suddenly rushed out from all directions, one by one full of madness with simple stones rushed over, stone sticks smashed open the door of the watchtower with a few blows, shouting, crowding, crackling fighting, only a moment later, the sentinel's defense tower was dead silent.

The victory gate that originally welcomed the victorious return of the Imperial Navy suddenly opened, the torches were suddenly lit, and in an instant, the port of the Golden Horn was densely covered with countless fire dragons, and the fierce and aggressive character of the Byzantines was completely stimulated, just like the siege of Hagia Sophia and the pursuit of Wu Yuanqing, countless greens and blues flocked to the big ships anchored in the Golden Horn.

"Rescue Princess Anna!"

"Deliver Saint Paul!"

In the midst of these two calls, in a short time, twenty-seven boats were built into a bridge across the sea, and in the midst of a loud roar, the nobles and commoners crowded onto the bridge together, like the Galatian Fort opposite, where more than two hundred infantry of the Byzantine Military District were already waiting, led by the confidant of the general of the Asia Minor Military Region, Mezchos, the centurion Manius.

Yang Xiong, who originally listened to it, relayed that Hou Jie claimed that he was worthy of the soldiers of the ten military regions, but Manius still scoffed, how could he not expect that in less than a month, Hou Jie actually tossed so much manpower, seeing the rolling fire dragon rushing towards Galatafort, Manius really couldn't help but be ecstatic.

"Here, here, take your weapons!"

Not many people came, but while the guards were negligent in all kinds of weapons, a boatload of weapons came, and at Manius, the mad Christians each grabbed a weapon and swooped down fiercely on the cliff of Galatafort.

"Quick, pull on the drawbridge!"

When the fire dragon appeared, Ivankovich, the guard of Galataburg and the hired Slavic general, had already been alert, and at this time he was even more armed, holding his iron-clad round shield, wearing heavy Nordic scale armor, carrying a large axe and roaring at the fortress wall, and a large group of Slavic barbarian mercenaries were also panicked and shy, pulling the chains of the drawbridge.

But a strange scene appeared, all the Nordic barbarians who were as strong as cattle used their milking strength, the chains of the drawbridge rattled, but the thin drawbridge seemed to have roots, allowing them to gnash their teeth but not move.

What made Ivankovic even more angry, seven or eight Norse barbarian soldiers ran up in a panic, and reported to Ivankovic in a panic: "Chief, it's not good, I don't know why the door of the barracks has fallen, and the brothers are locked inside. ”

The Byzantine army widely used various barbarian mercenaries, but for these barbarians, the Byzantines did not trust, so they generally set up a partition door at the entrance of the barracks where they were stationed, that is, an iron cage inlaid with heavy iron bars.

Normally, there were only about 100 people patrolling the fortress, and more than 300 people spent most of their time resting in the fortress barracks.

Hou Jie's reconnaissance of the Galatai Fort these days is not in vain.

"Chief, what are we going to do?"

The seven Slavic mercenaries asked nonsense, and Ivankovich, who was already not bright-headed, was even more noisy, his eyes were blood-red, and he simply slammed the handle of the axe to the ground regardless of it, and roared angrily: "What else can I do, pick up the axe and cut down these chaos!" ”

Anyway, the drawbridge at the door could not be pulled, and more than 100 simple-minded Slavic mercenaries, carrying iron shields and large axes, wearing Nord helmets with horn-eyed eyes unique to Northern Europe, faced the inhabitants of Constantinople who had already rushed halfway up the mountain.

It is really ironic that relying on large shields to form a shield wall, good military discipline once allowed the Romans to fight all over Europe, but now a group of barbarians have mastered this skill, but the descendants of Rome, the inhabitants of Constantinople, only carry swords, with a fanaticism for faith or a fanaticism for the land, which is really about the same as the Celts or the Gallic barbarians.

The Slavs, who cowered behind the shield wall, became Roman warriors, their thick iron shields defending against most of the attacks from all sides, and heavy iron axes poured out from the cracks in the shield walls, each time blood splattered.

The sound of crackling bones, the residents of Constantinople who were fanatically killed halfway up the mountainside of Galatacastle were actually slowly pressed backwards, tens of thousands of people were killed by a hundred or so people step by step, and the corpses rolled, especially Ivankovich, two of his subordinates held shields for him, and the chief from Northern Europe met Although he talked forward about his two-handed big axe, the heavy two-handed axe brought a large clump of blood every time it was chopped down, and in a short time he actually slashed more than twenty people.

With a click, crisp cracking sound, Ivankovich split a Byzantine peasant into two pieces from head to toe, and the gushing blood dyed his beard red, just when the barbarian general was laughing fiercely with an axe, a chill suddenly rose in his heart, and as far as he could see, a very thin woman wearing a strange silver mask was staring at him coldly, and her black eyes revealed a rich mockery.

Under the extremely uncomfortable sense of crisis in his heart, Ivankovich was like an enraged bear, roaring wildly and pulling the big axe to tear the woman who dared to mock him to pieces, but he didn't want to wait for him to take two steps, and a chill suddenly came out of his chest.

Looking at the barbarian general who was holding his chest with disdain and collapsed like a bear, Li Que skillfully took out the second musket projectile and stuffed it into the long fire gun given by Li Jie.

Rumble~

After all, there were too few Slavic barbarians, there was no city wall to protect, and after missing a few openings, they were quickly surrounded by nimble rebels, and countless stones, clubs, and swords beckoned to their bodies, even the Norse barbarians had to drink and hate this, and in just a few breaths, tens of thousands of rioting citizens drowned more than 100 people in it, and rushed in one fell swoop along the gate of the fortress that had not yet been closed.

The Byzantine royal family painstakingly set up a prediction, and the fortified fortress of Galata, where the ****** was held, was broken!

In a cell that was maddeningly silent, Anna knelt down in front of her bed and prayed softly, as the door of the cold prison was slammed open by a knife, and she turned back in astonishment, and a Roman centurion wearing a crest of bird feathers knelt on the ground excitedly.

"Meet Her Highness Anna!"