Who will the traitor be?

A sailor who is familiar with the nature of the water, a captain of a ship, there are too many objects to be suspected, but when he said this, Maxlemai's eyes were aimed at the east, and Faleda also stiffened his back. [Ran^Text^Library] []

In the East, only the prime minister, the governor of Syria, Emir Hujie, can do this, and they have brought down Hussein, and their expeditionary force has become the last thorn in Houjie's side.

"General, the Byzantines are not scattered, you go back to the shore to command the army support, and the last general commands the navy to fight, no matter what kind of conspiracy this group of Greek heretics has, the last general will definitely fight it back!"

Nodding heavily, he patted Maxlemai on the shoulder, Faleda didn't say a word, strode off the flagship, and simply rowed back to the shore in a small boat.

Thousands of Arab archers armed with bows and arrows quickly converged on the shore, nervously waiting to respond.

With this effort, the battlefield has undergone new changes.

The Arabs blocked most of the space through the half-sunken wrecked ships and reefs in a narrow bay, leaving only eight passages to the Bosphorus as the passage for the fleet to enter and exit.

About fifty or so Byzantine ships, which were not too large, rushed in first, blocking the exits of these corridors and exchanging fire with the Arab ships that rushed out.

Around the narrow waters of dozens of meters, hundreds of boats were crowded together, and the arrows flying between each other even pierced the side of the ship like a hedgehog skin, and on the Galie boat that crashed together, the hand-to-hand combat soldiers who had been preparing for a long time roared together, and the shield collided with sparks, and the short sword scimitar stabbed into the opponent's body, and the gushing blood stained everyone red.

Looking at this scene, Maxlemai couldn't help frowning.

Naval warfare was nothing more than several ways, hand-to-hand combat, ramming enemy ships, and setting fire to them, and the Byzantines did not take advantage of the fact that most of their ships were still anchored in the harbor and used the strongest assault power of the Uriel warship to enter first, and to take themselves by surprise, but to use this smaller ship to entangle.

The strategic intentions of the Byzantines were really incomprehensible to Meslemai.

At this time, a new exclamation suddenly came from the rear of the camp again, and Meslemai shuddered and waved his hand to look, but it was the huge Byzantine navy of about two or three hundred warships coming from the rear, and the same golden double-headed eagle battle flag was reflected in the setting sun, which was very eye-catching.

The Athenian fleet of the Byzantines has arrived!

Seeing the enemy's reinforcements, Maslemai was not surprised or overjoyed, his rather handsome face was full of excitement, and he shouted loudly: "Pass the order, the whole army will be dispatched, and there will be a decisive battle with the Greek pagans!" ”

The most frightening thing is not a strong enemy, but the danger of it, before Meslemai had to guess what the Byzantines had, but now it is clear, it is clear that the Byzantine reinforcements have arrived, and they have also obtained the layout of their camp, which has attracted the Byzantine navy, which has been besieged for more than a year, to come out for a decisive battle.

But even so, the last battle of the mast was not in the coastal sea, but also with the Byzantine navy in its heyday, but what was the outcome, the enemy was outnumbered and the Byzantine corpses were all over the sea, and the corpses floated out dozens of miles away, this time it was still their own people.

In particular, this kind of ship crowding greatly limited the navigation skills of the Byzantines, allowing the Arabs to calmly climb onto the enemy ship and jump into the gang battle.

Even if the Byzantines were bound to win, and the conspiracy came, hand-to-hand fighting, who were the Arabs afraid of? Maybe this time, while the Byzantine navy is crowded, they can fight another glorious battle of the mast last time, and completely annihilate the sea power of the Byzantine Empire.

When the time comes, without a fleet to cross the Golden Horn, Constantinople will be completely dead, and even the impregnable Constantinople will have to bow its proud head to Allah for a few more months.

As for being flanked by the Athenian fleet in front and back? Mesley Michael was not at all worried, except for the eight small semicircles leading to the Bosphorus, the rest of the rear was made of old ships that were half-sunk under water, and the timber formed a reef.

It's just a floating reef one or two meters deep from the water, not to mention those Canadian warships, even if the small boats can't pass, they can only fight around the eight corridors, and if the Athenian fleet is also blocked here, it will fall into the hands of the Arabs.

The direction of the Athenian fleet was still countercurrent, and even if the Greeks had ships similar to icebreakers, they would not be able to do it, so Meslemai was not worried at all.

In order to improve efficiency, Meslemai's flagship even personally killed the front, seeing that the flagship moved, the Arab fleet in the rear did not need to be ordered, but also followed the swarm forward, and as many as more than 500 Arab warships cut through the wind and waves, galloping over.

The whole scene was like a group of whales roaring.

Standing at the bow of the ship, you can even see the frightened faces of the soldiers on the Byzantine triremes congested in the corridor, with a loud bang, despite the current, the heavy inertia of the battleship still slammed into the Roman warship.

With a bang, the Arab boats and the three Byzantine warships that were fighting at the entrance of the corridor were even smashed by the huge flagship of Meslemai, and the Roman soldiers scattered like cannonballs, smashing out columns of water.

The wolf howled like a wolf, and the archers on the ship shot a dense rain of arrows at the Byzantine fleet crowded behind, and the Byzantine navy, which was still in the Arab gang fight, was immediately shot to death, screaming and falling into the sea.

The blood seemed to stimulate all the ferocity hidden in the bones of the Arabs, even if the gums were still bleeding, the Arab sailors who were emaciated by disease and hunger were like hungry tigers descending from the mountains, urging them to hang ropes and fall down, and quickly fought with the Roman sailors and soldiers below on the deck of the Roman ships.

After more than a year of siege, it was not only the Byzantines who were depressed, they couldn't get close to the city wall at all, and the Arabs who were guarding the city were also choking enough, hoping to finish the war quickly, return to the dry desert of Arabia, and completely get rid of the maddening dampness here.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the Byzantine army that was congested in the eight waterways was quickly cleared, and the Byzantine corpses fell into the sea like dumplings, jumping from one boat to another like the earthy yellow infection of the Arabs, and even protruding the narrow waterways and killing the Byzantine ships on the periphery.

Seeing that the Byzantine five columns of battleships that could not afford to lose finally collided with each other regardless of the screams of the soldiers of the two armies, the behemoth also crashed into the narrow waterway along the current, and the strong impact force even the three columns of warships captured by the Arabs were crowded on both sides, deformed and stranded on the artificial reef, and the bottom of the ship leaked and slowly sank.

But before a few Byzantine battleships could stabilize, the spider-like Arabs threw ropes on the corner tower of the Byzantine ships, and on the masts, countless Arab sailors crawled over.

Looking at the soldiers of the two armies fighting on the opposite big ship, the Byzantine ship with a river of blood flowing under the beating of the Arab warriors, and the ship full of corpses, Meslemai's face also showed an extremely excited and bloodthirsty gaze, shouting loudly and brandishing a scimitar, and he actually stepped on a floating ladder and personally killed the opponent's ship.

In the roaring shouts of killing, the Byzantine ships were taken away one by one, and they left the station in a hurry, and the Byzantine sailors who did not have the Arabs in the desert fell into the sea one by one under such a fierce attack, and the Byzantine Royal Navy seemed to be about to repeat the irreparable tragedy of the ship-mast battle, but the Athenian fleet that came from a distance stopped behind the Arab water village full of floating obstacles, and there was no intention of going up to support at all.

During the Athenian fleet, under the protection of dozens of Janissaries, the purple-robed Byzantine Emperor Constantine IV actually watched this scene with relish, watching his soldiers in the distance being killed.

After several years of offensive and defensive battles with the Arabs, Constantine IV, who was in his thirties, was now old as if he was in his fifties, his hair was gray, his face was full of wrinkles, and his originally handsome cheeks had become cruel and ugly.

Holding the Fujian telescope left by Anna, he watched the play for a long time, and then Constantine IV turned around with a smile, laughed and nodded at a fat Arab man wearing a white robe and a turban with a beard behind him.

"Augustus liked this gift from your Emir of Houjie, and Augustus agreed to his proposal to divide Ancatolia as a frontier, Armenia and Syria, Antioch can give you the Arab Empire, and Rome is willing to coexist peacefully with Emir Houjie!"

"Your Majesty, you should call your Majesty the Caliph Houji!" The obese Arab merchant reminded him of his dissatisfaction, and immediately made Constantine IV laugh and pat his wrinkled head.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Caliph of Huj!"

A strong disdain was revealed in the corners of Constantine IV's eyes full of crow's feet, and after laughing dryly, he couldn't help but roar excitedly.

"It's time, give the order to go down and put the bucket!"

Then the last bit of sunshine, the flags flew, and from the towering mast, the Athenian sailors laboriously carried huge wooden barrels and threw them into the sea, and the heavy wooden barrels splashed a large splash, and after a while, more than a hundred Athenian fleets, the waterline actually rose by half a meter.

Looking at the Arab armies that had been beaten by him for several years in the setting sun, Constantine IV burst out laughing with great resentment, and the laughter was as poignant as the Siren......