The smoke of gunpowder was filled, the sound of artillery was rumbling, and the war drums were beating and the military trumpets were sounding.

The supreme commander of the Turkish defenders, Turahan Pasha, dressed in silver armor, stood on the walls of Adrianople with a solemn face.

When he learned that the Eastern Roman Empire was sending troops to invade, Turahan Pasha, who had just suppressed the rebellion in the city and supported Prince Bayezid to ascend to the throne of the sultan, hurriedly gathered the generals to discuss how to deal with it. Given that there were only two or three thousand men on hand, and that the Albanian legions in the northwest were likely to support Prince Mustafa to fight back, they really did not dare to lose their forces easily. Turahan Pasha had no choice but to adopt the most conservative strategy of stubbornly defending, while trying to organize the Turks in the countryside on the outskirts to take refuge in the city, and at the same time seizing the time to repair the city defenses and make preparations for defending the city, hoping to preserve the capital as much as possible while preparing for the arrival of the Albanian army.

However, to the surprise of the defenders of Adrianople, it was only in the evening of the day, and the evacuation and retreat were far from complete, and thousands of enemies had already arrived near Adrianople, set up camp along the Maricha River, and lit bonfires all over the hills, which turned the field red in the night. By the next day, the number of enemies had skyrocketed to tens of thousands!

To add insult to injury, although these Christians were a rabble of vagabonds, thanks to the "generous gifts" of Sultan Mehmed II under the city of Constantinople, they were no less than the regular Turkish army in terms of armament, except for the lack of war horses, all kinds of spears, javelins, swords, bows, crossbows, armor and firearms - in fact, this was originally the equipment distributed to the elite Turkish troops, and even the crescent symbol had not had time to erase it. A considerable number of them even went straight into battle in the red uniforms of the Turkish New Army (Janissary) - in short, they could not be compared with ordinary rebellious serfs in tattered clothes and armed with sticks and pitchforks.

To the greatest anger and frustration of the Turks in the city, not far from the city gates, a row of striking wooden pillars hung the head of Mehmed II, the royal robe, the crown, and various ceremonial utensils...... As if to mock the incompetence of the Turks.

-- When the Eastern Roman army had just erected this row of "pillars of shame", the thunderous Turahan Pasha opened the city gates and sent a small group of cavalry out of the city to assault. An attempt was made to recapture the remains of Sultan Mehmed II. But they were inexplicably ambushed, and fell down one after another on the way, and none of them could escape back...... As a result, the remaining Turkish defenders were suddenly silent and did not dare to leave the city again.

At this time. Under lead-gray clouds. The Eastern Roman Empire troops, holding the double-headed eagle banner, were as nervous as ants in the siege positions, running back and forth in a chaotic manner...... Immediately after, there was another loud bang. It shook all the Turks on the city walls.

- This is Emperor Constantine's order to fire cannons from the high ground outside the city, constantly bombarding the ancient walls of Adrianople.

In fact, due to the long distance of this expedition and the lack of cattle to pull carts, in order to hurry. The Eastern Roman army did not originally carry bulky mortars. But when Emperor Constantine came outside the city, he was very pleased to find that the Turks had thrown a few freshly cast siege mortars on the shooting range outside the capital, and because of the chaos and fratricidal fighting for several days, no one cared to drag them away or destroy them.

As a result, the shells that were used to bombard Christians are now slamming into the heads of Muslims like meteors......

Next. After another round of artillery roared and chiseled several gaps in the city wall, accompanied by the loud trumpets, the roar of war drums, and the chaotic noise, a dense and colorful creeping crowd of people carried rough ladders and crashed wood in a hurry. Armed with bows, crossbows, swords, and all kinds of weapons, he once again ran out of the messy camp outside the city, and rushed towards the moat of Adrianople like a tsunami. It can give people the illusion that the earth is shaking, and it also makes the Turkish defenders on the city wall change color in horror.

But. This seemingly huge crowd did not rush to the base of Adrianople's wall at all, but only shouted beside the wide moat, and then slowly calmed down, gradually changing from high tide to low tide, and once again wandered back the way it came.

Seeing that the other side had once again ended the offensive, Turahan Pasha on the city wall sighed with relief at first, and then couldn't help but bow his head and cough twice, feeling that his chest was like a ball of cotton, and he was so aggrieved that he couldn't even breathe.

-- Every siege is a pretense...... What are these Christians up to?

“…… My lord, do you think you will try to go out of the city again? Although the enemy is well equipped, after all, it is a mob that does not know how to fight. ”

A Turkish general couldn't help but be a little eager to see the Christians retreating in a mess, "...... Maybe with just one assault, they can be completely defeated, and by the way, the remains of their predecessor Bixia can be cleaned up, so as not to continue to damage the morale of our army. ”

Turahan Pasha hesitated slightly, then shook his head resolutely, "...... No! We can't afford to act rashly! The previous unsuccessful attempt had already caught twenty of my bravest cavalrymen, and we don't yet know what tricks the enemy had! Moreover, the inexplicable annihilation of the entire 140,000 troops outside Constantinople is even more incomprehensible...... Ahem......"

Facing the spring breeze that was still cold, he couldn't help but bow his head and cough a few times, and an unhealthy flush appeared on his haggard face, "...... The reasons for the fiasco at the Battle of Constantinople have not yet been clarified, the civil war of the princes has not yet ended, and even the spies in this city have not had time to be cleaned up, we must preserve our strength for the coming turmoil, and now is not the time for a decisive battle with the Christians...... By the same token, the Roman emperor probably didn't think about attacking Adrianople, just as we didn't attack Constantinople again. ”

Looking at the resentful and unwilling generals, Turahan Pasha explained, "...... Now the first enemy we have to deal with is the fleeing Prince Mustafa and the Albanian legions that support him! If we fail in this most critical battle, it will be meaningless for us to kill as many Christians as we do...... In short, as long as I hold out until my Moria army arrives from the south, everything will be better...... That's right. Did our peace letters reach the Roman emperor? ”

He suddenly turned to a chubby black eunuch and asked, and the fat eunuch immediately bowed in fear.

“…… Report to the Lord, the Lesser has sent someone to negotiate, but has not yet received any reply from the Christians......"

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Wang Qiu wore a long black trench coat. Inside is a bulletproof suit. Standing on a slightly raised mound outside the city, looking out at the battlefield from afar.

As the crowd retreated from under the walls, the artillery of the Eastern Roman Empire once again began to bombard Adrianople.

Heavy cannonballs streaked through the sky like meteors, cutting holes in the walls. Let the gravel and wood chips fly in the air in the smoke and dust, and even the earth seems to be beating. Occasionally, a cannonball was fired into the wall, setting off a storm of flesh...... As the shelling progressed, a thick fog as thick as white floc quickly enveloped the position. The pungent smoke drifted in the wind, making Wang Qiu couldn't help but sneeze.

It's a pity. The range and power of these guns were far inferior to the seventeen-ton urban cannon, and they could not directly destroy the walls of Adrianople, but could only dig shallow pits in the walls - in short, they could not open the gaps needed to attack the city.

- Although Emperor Constantine XI did not intend to actually attack the city from the beginning.

Then he saw Sister Balalaika and Commissar Sonya, cloaked in camouflage, coming listlessly from under the mound.

“…… Yo! How did you come back? Wang Qiu greeted them casually, "...... It's not time to eat yet! ”

“…… No waiting! The Turks have turned into turtles and refuse to come out! Commissar Sonia spread her hands. …… Everyone lay on their stomachs in the bushes and mud puddles for a long time, but they couldn't even wait for a goal, and they felt too bored, so they stopped playing. ”

-- Before, these bored Russian hairy people. Using the head of Sultan Mehmed II as bait, he set a trap outside the gates of Adrianople and easily shot a small group of Turkish cavalry out of the city with AK47s and sniper rifles. But the problem is, in the next few days. The frightened Turks became shrunken turtles. No matter how many flaws the pretentious siege troops revealed, they did not dare to go out of the city again.

So, the bored Russian werewolf space adepts hastily ended their sniper jihua - anyway, this operation didn't have any real military significance for them, just "playing" a more exciting game.

“…… By the way, we've been here for a few days! Hasn't the transfer of nuclear waste begun yet? ”

Looking back at the artillery positions filled with gunsmoke, Sonia asked casually, "...... Is it okay for you, a porter, to be so idle all the time? ”

In this regard, Wang Qiu could only shrug his shoulders helplessly, "...... Comrade Sonia, you shouldn't have forgotten the difference in the time flow rate between the two shijies! The time-spanning wormhole on our side is still on the highway from Tokyo to Fukushima! ”

-- Since there is a lack of an airport in the Fukushima radiation area, if you want to use a car to transport the wormhole from the starting point in the bustling downtown area of Tokyo to the Fukushima radiation area, which is 250 kilometers to the north, you will need to drive on the road for at least seven or eight hours, taking into account factors such as traffic jams, detours, and speed limits. Then multiply it by fifty times the difference in time flow rate, and in medieval Europe on this side of the wormhole, it is about half a month......

Therefore, this chaotic "holy war" of the Eastern Roman Empire obviously needs to hold out on to the outskirts of Adrianople for a while.

Just as Wang Qiu and the others were chatting idly, several Muslims who served luxuriously and wore turbans were suddenly escorted by a group of soldiers. But judging by the arrogance of these guys, it is clear that they are not captives, but have a mission.

Next, Wang Qiu received a message from Emperor Constantine XI through the miniature walkie-talkie on his chest.

- "The new Ottoman Turkish sultan in the city has sent a group of eunuchs to sue for peace!" ”

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