As the sun was about to set, Emperor Constantine XI scratched his hair, retracted his overly divergent reverie from a very distant time and space, and once again focused his attention on the chaotic battlefield in front of him. ,!

At this time, on the sea surface of the port of Constantinople, a massacre like chopping melons and vegetables has come to an end.

As the curtain grew thicker and the view on the sea gradually blurred, the unscathed Venetian fleet had ended the battle and began to regroup.

And the Turks who fell into the water with the planks of the ship fluttering in the sea seemed to be relieved, and even the heart-rending screams became much softer.

But Emperor Constantine XI, who lived here, knew very well that for these drowning Turkish soldiers, the arrival of evening would only mean another more terrible fate, and the surplus reinforcements were now the most stormy winter and spring on the coast of the Mediterranean, and the sea would become more undulating after nightfall. The waves of the Sea of Marmara will crash against these broken pieces of wood, and will soon swallow up the wreckage and the overboard people clinging to it, if they can't get ashore as quickly as possible.

Of course, whether these water dogs are dead or alive is just a trivial matter for the emperor at this time. What really gave him a headache was the Venetian fleet, which was gathering its whole group at the sound of military trumpets and heading towards the Golden Horn in Constantinople.

First, what kind of attitude and strategy should be used on your side to face these redundant reinforcements?

If it was Emperor Bixia of Constantine XI, who was surrounded by the Turkish army and hung by a thread all the time, before those later generations of time-traveler compatriots arrived in this time and space, he would definitely be ecstatic about this precious new force like a charcoal in the snow, even if he couldn't rely on this bit of soldiers and horses to withstand the strong attack of the Turks, but he would have one more cushion when he died.

But the problem is that in the New Year's bell of 1453, a wormhole appeared in the emperor's prayer room...... Chapter 30: Excess Reinforcements

So "the 140,000 Turkish troops gathered outside the city with the Leeman poison gas released by the water planes of the traversers last night have now gone to see Allah, and the terrible urban cannon will never sound again, and even Sultan Mehmed II is dead."

Thus, "having repelled the Ottoman Turkish fleet today's attack, Constantinople is in fact safe and secure, and only needs to wait for the opponent to collapse on its own, without any need for more foreign aid." On the contrary, the sudden arrival of this Venetian fleet has added a bunch of variables to the fate of the Eastern Roman Empire.

As the emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire, Constantine XI certainly remembered very clearly how in 1204, these Venetians, who claimed to be descendants of the Western Roman Empire, carried the Crusaders across the sea to break through the walls of Constantinople, and broke the strongest shield of the Christian Shijie with the sharpest sword of the Christian Shijie, so that the Eastern Roman Empire was wiped out for half a century. In the following history, Venice and Genoa also humiliated the dignity of the empire with their fleets again and again, so that the late Eastern Roman emperors had to become their puppets.

This unforgettable hatred is still deeply buried in the soul of every generation of Eastern Roman emperors.

Seriously, "Emperor Constantine XI at this time really wanted to keep this uninvited Venetian fleet out.

But the trouble is that, firstly, the Venetians came this time with good intentions, and it would be unreasonable for Constantinople to close its doors: secondly, the Eastern Roman Empire, which was left with only one isolated city, could not afford to offend the rising Republic of Venice: zuihou "At this moment, apart from Emperor Constantine XI and the traversers posing as "Mongol crusaders", no one else in the whole of Constantinople knew about the fall of the Turkish army. In the minds of the military and civilians of the Eastern Roman Empire, hundreds of thousands of terrible Turks still surrounded the city, and this invincible and majestic Venetian fleet was the only lifeline that the Eastern Roman Empire could grasp in despair.

So "they all looked excitedly at the golden lion banner of the Republic of Venice and cheered loudly for the courage of the Venetians."

“… bixia！ The Venetians have sent someone to row a dinghy and shout! They want to get into the Golden Horn Thin Throwing Bell Mooring! ”

The commander of the Imperial Army, John Cantakuzhenus, who was wearing chain mail and was sitting on the battlefield with the Emperor, hurried up to the tower where Emperor Constantine XI was located," he shouted cheerfully.

And Constantine XI, after looking back at the little bird You Zhenbai, and she seemed to be at a loss, she had to sigh helplessly, "Alas, then put down the chains of the Golden Horn and welcome them to this city!" ””

The Emperor of the Traverser rubbed his bruised forehead and instructed General John, "Let Franz arrange a banquet to entertain these Venetians." In addition, you arrange a few more people to go outside the city tomorrow to investigate and see that the Turkish Sultan Weishenme has not moved..."

Just as the Venetian fleet was singing a triumphant song and sailing into the Golden Horn, it was defeated again and again today.

The commander of the Ottoman Turkish Imperial Navy, the Bulgarian Muslim convert, Suleiman, also ordered the remnants of the Turkish fleet to be collected in an atmosphere of miserable defeat, and at the same time salvaged the Turkish sailors who had fallen into the water, preparing to let the already miserable fleet dock to rest.

“… Thirty-two of our warships were sunk, thirty were missing, eleven were seriously wounded, and 3,000 officers and men were killed in just one day, and the fleet was beaten into this appearance, but the results of the battle were not a single one, I really don't know what kind of thunder and anger the Sultan will be after receiving the news."

After counting the losses, Suleiman couldn't help but fall to his feet and lament, as if he had seen the scene where the Sultan had ordered his execution!

However, the worried and frustrated commander of the Turkish Navy did not have to worry about his own safety.

For the one who could order his life had already gone to Allah last night.

“… Sultan Bixia is dead! The army on the shore is all dead! This must be the devil's curse! 140,000 people died in one night! Not even the horses and dogs survived! O Allah! What the hell is going on?! ”

With this incoherent and explosive message, the two messengers sent by Suleiman to the Sultan's camp all fell to the deck with spasms and foaming at the mouth, so frightened that no one knew that they were contaminated with residual poison gas, but took it as a curse of the devil.

That night, after the Sultan's violent death and the destruction of the army, the Turkish fleet broke up and the siege of Constantinople in 1453 was lifted!!.

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