Radiant wasteland in the 49th and 15th centuries (middle)

Emperor Constantine XI couldn't help but gasp when he heard that the spent fuel dismantled from the reactors of Japan's nuclear power plants, as well as the highly radioactive waste residue left over after recycling, had such a terrifying and irresistible lethality - as an ordinary modern shijie traverser, although he knew that nuclear radiation was terrible, he did not expect it to be so serious.

“…… Hiss - How lethal nuclear waste can be? I'm starting to worry a little bit about the safety of Constantinople! ”

The Emperor of the Traveler folded his fingers worriedly and muttered wriedly—the distance from Adrianople, the center of nuclear contamination, to Constantinople, the capital of the Empire, was about one hundred and fifty kilometers, and in the Emperor's opinion, such a distance should have been enough to be safe. But by the current inference...... Alas, I can only hope that this time I don't play it off.

If the radiation contamination was completely out of control and even Constantinople became uninhabitable, he would probably have to consider moving the capital - the current Eastern Roman Empire is only the size of a cat's forehead, and even if he wanted to, there was nowhere to move......

Really, how can you have the illusion that you are the Lich King Arthas? I hope the Eastern Roman Empire doesn't turn into the kingdom of Lordaeron!

Looking at the double-headed eagle purple imperial flag fluttering on the mast of the battleship, Emperor Constantine XI helplessly held his forehead with his hand, shook his head and sighed again and again.

On the other hand, as you would expect, inside and outside Adrianople, there was already a scene of purgatory on earth.

-- The cities in Europe were quite small these days. A giant city like Constantinople is also unique in all of Europe. Adrianople, which was converted from a frontier fortress of the Eastern Roman Empire, is obviously not that large-scale.

And part of the abandoned tents of the "mujahideen" of the Eastern Roman Empire, or the dumping site of nuclear waste in later generations, are located less than 400 meters from the city walls...... As a result, the lethal area of nuclear radiation encompasses the whole of Adrianople. The radiation intensity in the city is not about 400 roentgenium, as estimated by the traversers, but as high as 1,500 roentgenium! As for the radiation intensity in the camp, it has reached a frenzied 4,000 roentgenium! Radiation levels like this are enough to kill those who lack adequate protection from acute radiation sickness in a matter of hours!

Based on post-mortem estimates. The "red zone" on the map, the death zone with a radiation dose of more than 1,000 roentgenium, created by the discarding of nuclear waste, has a radius of up to 10 kilometers. Although ordinary people staying in the red zone will not die immediately, they will also suffer from nausea and vomiting, and as long as they endure it for dozens of minutes, they will inevitably suffer from terminal illness. In the worst-case scenario, a person may die of a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.

Even if some people are a little more lucky, upwind or sheltered in a sealed house, they often suffer from intestinal bleeding and bone marrow damage due to strong radiation. Onset occurs within a few days to dozens of days, and the skin ulcerates. Pus is all over, organs are abnormal, and there is absolutely no cure – even with the level of medical care in the early 21st century, the patient can last about 20 days after the onset of the disease.

In the face of this sudden frenzy of death, the Turks trapped in Adrianople were helpless for a while, and they were frightened by the "infidel angels" not long ago, so they only knew to gather in the mosque to pray and pray for Allah's blessing - unfortunately, even by the power of Allah. It seems that the invisible nuclear radiation that kills people cannot be eliminated, from the new sultan and the queen mother, down to the peddlers and pawns, all of them can only watch more and more people fall around them together with the Islamic imams and "imams" in the mosque.

Then, before the remaining people could discuss what to do, the shadow of death had already fallen on them......

- After spending so much time in a radiation field of lethal intensity. Even if you want to escape, it's too late.

As for the Albanian regiments, which came one after another from the northwest, their luck was even worse. Since they didn't see the previous "Angel Descending" drama, they recklessly drove all the way to the city of Adrianople. And they took over the abandoned camp left behind by the Greek Christians, preparing to storm the city after a short rest, but they did not know that this was tantamount to self-defeating, and sat on the edge of the deadly radioactive waste.

It wasn't until they found that all the officers and soldiers were constantly suffering from nausea, vomiting, gastrointestinal cramps and other symptoms, and even the war horses had fallen one after another, that they finally began to panic...... But the problem is that, given the peculiar nature of radiation sickness, these Turks have already stepped into the threshold of hell with one foot when they find out that something is wrong with their bodies. Next, whether they resign themselves to fate or run away quickly, they can't escape the scythe of death, the only difference is whether it lasts for days or months in a hospital bed, and whether Zuihou dies of leukemia, organ failure, or ulcers all over his body.

As the angel who danced the onion danced said, Adrianople had become a cursed land of death, where no one could survive.

The only Turks who escaped from this fifteenth-century radiant wasteland were the prophetic Turakhan Pasha and his more than 200 knights, who had no intention of continuing to hold out when the apparition of the "angel" appeared. Unable to convince the Empress Dowager and the little Sultan to abandon the city, he had to abandon the Ottoman royal family, quietly open the city gates, and take advantage of the gap between the Greeks who were busy retreating and lacking guard, and ran wildly for dozens of miles overnight with a small number of reliable personal knights, and finally escaped from the imminent radiation field in time.

At this moment, in a Turkish immigrant village in northern Greece, a haggard Turahan Pasha was resting and eating while listening to the latest news about Adrianople that had just been collected by his entourage.

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Fragrant honey water, hand-crushed minced rice balls, charred and crispy roast lamb, oily fried meatballs, and a handful of seasoned pickled olives...... In order to entertain the dignitaries and dignitaries of this line, the local mayor has done his best to bring out the most haode food, but the travelers, who should be hungry, are tasteless in the face of the sumptuous food on the table.

Turahan Pasha held a roast leg of lamb in his hand, and he didn't bite a bite for a long time. In front of him, a black-clad guard was kneeling to report on the military situation.

“…… According to the accounts of the refugees who followed, shortly after we left Adrianople, a plague broke out, leaving the city with a foul stench. The number of deaths continued to emerge at an alarming rate, with black bumps the size of bird's eggs bulging in the armpits and groin, followed by bleeding pus, ulcers, intestinal cramps, diarrhoea and vomiting blood. When they arrived in Zuihou, their whole bodies began to emit a disgusting rancid stench, soaked in pus, dirty blood, and feces...... Even the strongest people can't survive five days in the face of illness......"

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