At the head of the city, another 20-meter-high tower was captured, and the scarred Byzantine ballista artillery was thrown off the tower by the bloodthirsty and excited Arab warriors, followed by the glorious Byzantine double-headed eagle banner, the glittering golden banner had been stained by the splash of blood and fire. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

Mu'awiyah was not at all happy, however, for on the second towering tower near the gap, the Byzantine flag was still fluttering stubbornly, and the ballistas were still throwing stone projectiles one after another, and the shouts of killing continued unceasingly in the city.

The wrinkled muscles of his face were trembling, but Mu'awiyah forced himself to say in a calm tone: "Now, that Byzantine bitch still refuses to give in?"

"I'm afraid yes, my great caliph." Amur shook his head regretfully.

"The Caliph has no patience to wait any longer, and tells the soldiers to let go and kill all the infidels, burn all the false Christian buildings, destroy the houses, destroy everything, and destroy what the Caliph can't get, destroy him!"

The restlessness and anxiety in his heart no longer concealed completely exploded, and listening to Mu'awiyah's roar, a dozen or so Arab generals bent down and bowed together, "As you wish!"

The last stone projectiles were piled up, and 1,300 ballistas were aimed at the tower where Anna was, but Amur no longer paid attention to it, no matter how dazzling, its destruction was doomed, and the rest was to look forward.

"Caliph, we need to repair the walls here, and immigrate the people loyal to Allah here, take control of the land here, and turn Constantinople into a bridgehead for our attack on the West."

Seeing that the last tail of the Arabian knights had already entered the gate of Constantinople, Amur recounted his plan to Mu'awiyah in a chatty manner.

"None of the Byzantine Muslims here can be trusted, and we need truly loyal people from the Great Arabia to defend Constantinople and defeat the invasion of the Min Kingdom, so that we can take the next step in the cause of conquest."

The Muslims of Asia Minor, who became cannon fodder under Constantinople and Yankuai cover, did not expect that they worked desperately, shed blood and tears in exchange for the promise of land, and were vetoed by Amur in the blink of an eye, but Amur Ke didn't care about their feelings at all, whoever let them betray, traitors always obeyed.

"The city can't be called Constantinople anymore, the name has already been thought of, so it's called, Istanbul!"

Amur was still talking, on the other side, on the ballista position, a large number of Persian craftsmen also completed the final winding, jumped straight, two or three meters long crossbow arms bent to the limit, picked up the hammer, the Arab soldiers who fired were about to smash the trigger.

Bang~

After grinding, the black and shiny stone bullet was still lying on the ballistic, and the Arab soldier was hit by an arrow in the neck, and the head of the Arab soldier was slammed into the ballista.

"Enemy attack!"

A terrible shout sounded, Amur's words came to an abrupt end, and Muawiya also turned back in astonishment, and in the northwest direction, tens of thousands of cavalry roared with strange battle cries, as if they appeared out of thin air, suddenly appeared on the horizon under the slanting light of the setting sun, and on the galloping horses, a sharp stabbing sound that made the eardrums tingle suddenly sounded, and large black dots were projected into the air, and then fell suddenly.

Rain of arrows!

"Ahhh!!hhh

Bursts of screams came from the ballista positions, and the Persian craftsmen and Arab ballistaemen who lacked armor were killed among the ballistas like leeks, and only a hundred or so gunners had time to turn the ballistas, and the whistling cannon stones did make a few waves in the sudden cavalry, but the survivors did not have time to wind the ballista a second time, and they were drowned in the rain of arrows fired by the nomads.

"Bulgarians!"

A few words were almost squeezed out of the roots of Muawiyyah's teeth.

As a great commander and a mature politician, Muawiya naturally could not ignore this nomadic force operating in northern Byzantium, and indeed sent people to surrender, but unfortunately, the Bulgarian uncle was very arrogant, and did not eat the Arab Empire at all, and the gift money sent was accepted, but the envoy was driven back.

At present, all the forces are on Constantinople, and Muawiya has no energy to take care of this nomadic tribe, there are many such nomadic tribes in Central Asia, with a population of tens of thousands, less than 10,000 light cavalry, anyway, the Bulgarians are also fighting Byzantium, Muawiya didn't care about them, and he didn't expect that these bastards would actually stand on the side of the Byzantines.

"Kill! Kill all these barbarians, inferior peoples, kill them all! ”

Extremely annoyed, brandishing a Damascus scimitar, Mu'awiyah shouted like a furious wolf, but unfortunately, the Arab army was in an awkward position at this time.

Most of the cavalry and infantry had already stormed into Constantinople, and the remaining 10,000 men or so were scattered among the royal banners, ballistas, barracks, and the scattered Byzantine cannon fodder.

Even the Arabs of this era needed to be protected by formation, and after the ballista positions were shot, the scattered Arab infantry were driven to run like flies, and then the excited Turks cut off their heads from behind.

The Arabs were Arabs in the end, and the two thousand caliph guards fearlessly organized their formation, and immediately rushed towards the nomadic cavalry four times their size, and the two sides rushed to shoot a rain of arrows, and then collided fiercely.

The cavalry hedging is really fancy, relying on horses and iron horses, fast eyes and hands, the armor is the best armor in the entire Arab Empire, and the hand is also a heavy cavalry spear, sharp Uzi steel scimitar, how to touch, the Bulgarian cavalry who had just roared and ran wildly immediately fell hundreds of horses, screamed and was pierced, and then fell into the vast dust.

The two horsemen intersected, the sword flashed, the iron-blooded experience of the Arab cavalry to conquer half the world was not covered after all, even the Turks galloping on the steppe could not parry for a while, and the two thousand caliphate personal guards cavalry suppressed the more than 8,000 Bulgarians without the power to fight back, and the smoke and dust were billowing, and Muawiyah laughed heartily with his beard.

"Kill all these Bulgarians, the caliph will wipe this lowly race from the world!"

The Arab cavalry that had entered Constantinople began to slowly withdraw, and the scattered infantry also began to form a formation, surrounding the Bulgarians.

"How is that possible? And nomads? ”

This time, even Muawiya couldn't help but be stunned, and the anxiety in Amur's heart was even more intense, but the galloping cavalry was real, and in the unique roar of the Turks, countless steppe cavalry killed them.

"Kill!"

The rain of arrows from the surprise attack knocked down pieces of Arab infantry who were about to outflank from the side, and the thousands of infantry who hurriedly turned back to meet were caught in the cutting and strangulation of the steppe cavalry.

The more than 2,000 Arab cavalry who had just escaped from the city had to go around in a circle to meet these uninvited guests again, and seeing the scene of the cavalry melee, Mu'awiyah was already so angry that his beard was shaking, and an inexplicable panic also rose in his heart.

The Caliph's tent is empty!

"Order, all the armies give up the siege and go out of the city to fight!"

With the order, more and more hard battles were fought, and the hungry and thirsty Arab army poured out of Constantinople from the gates and gaps, and approached Muawiya in a panic, but at this juncture, the third steppe cavalry came to kill again.

And it's the East, behind the Arab armies!

Wearing Tang-style Mingguang armor, Hou Jie's face sank like water, and he sat calmly in the army, this cavalry was obviously much smaller, only about two thousand, but it happened to be inserted in the weakest part of the Arab army!

"Let go of the Caliphate, and I'm going to fight to the death with this lowly group of infidels!"

In the morning, he was still dreaming of King's Byzantium, and he was one step away from realizing this dream, but at this time he was interrupted by such an uninvited guest, Mu'awiyah's eyes were already red with anger at this time, and he picked up his war knife and was about to turn back desperately, but where did a group of ministers dare to let the caliph have a distraction?

"Caliph, the Tang people have a saying, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood! You still have an empire! Ignoring Mu'awiyah's struggles, Amur and other generals dragged their caliphates, pulled their horses and fled.

The Islamic banner also fled with the movement of Mu'awiyah as the commander dragged the huge banner.

Refusing to let go at all, biting Muawiyeh's tail, Hou Jie's overseers ran wildly behind.

After a hard day, tired and hungry, panicked out of the city to rescue, and lack of order, seeing that the caliph was defeated again, and the thousands of Arab infantry cavalry who had just left the city were also crushed by Hou Jie in an instant, the caliph sent an incident, and the caliph's pro-army facing the Bulgarians also lost their fighting spirit in an instant, covered the flag and retreated, and the Arab army outside the city, which was already in danger under the attack of Li Ke, could not support it and was defeated.

Holding the telescope presented by Li Jie, looking at it from a distance, even if he was as calm as Anna, he couldn't help but burst into tears of excitement at this moment, and turned his head and ordered the Gothguard captain who was also choked up: "Blow the Roman battle horn, it's time to counterattack!"

The long and dull sound of battle trumpets passed through the streets and alleys of Constantinople, and groups of Arabs rushed out of the city, behind them, the Byzantine heavy cavalry with blood flowing through the gaps in their armor, and the Gothguard dragged their tired bodies back again, followed by countless city militias, citizens, and Anna even saw the senators in purple robes dragging their families and rushing into the streets angrily.

The Romans finally remembered how they had protected themselves!

It was finally dark, and near the huge Bosphorus, on the shore, there were countless torches still flickering, and countless cries of fighting came from the night, and most of the screams were actually in Arabic.

Staggering to be pushed onto the ship by his servants, looking back at the shore where he had been hunted down in a fiased manner, Muawiyah could not help but feel sad and let out the mournful voice that Heraclius had made decades earlier.

"Farewell, beautiful Constantinople!"