Under the banner of hunting, the armored Emperor Constantine XI narrowed his eyes and swept at the Turkish "army" opposite.

In fact, it is really a very reluctant thing to forcibly count these rabble, who do not have a single war horse, as armies.

At this time, more than seventy percent of the Turks gathered on this beach were women, children, and old people who had no combat effectiveness, and the few young men who were ready to face the battle were all ragged, haggard, and scattered, and they all looked like they had not received any military training.

Most of them had only the crudest spear in their hands, that is, at the tip of the pole, with a pointed end wrapped in rusty iron. There was no chain mail or leather armor on his body, but he could only wear all the clothes he could find, and wrapped himself like a furball. Although so many layers of clothes can barely play a role in defending against arrows, in the scorching summer sun, they will soon be hot and sweaty.

A few people also had rudimentary shields in their hands, but in the eyes of the emperor, they were nothing more than the lid of a wine barrel nailed to two cloth bands.

Due to the small number of young men among the Turkish refugees, even some able-bodied women wearing veils were incorporated into the ranks.

On the contrary, thanks to the huge amount of ordnance seized outside the city of Constantinople, the troops under Emperor Constantine XI, although most of them were also a rabble that had not been gathered for a long time, but in terms of equipment they were already called "luxurious" - everyone wore a full set of chain mail or leather armor, as well as iron helmets, plus a full set of weapons such as scimitars, long swords, and javelins, and the small round shields in their hands were also covered with iron high-class goods.

But, despite the absolute superiority in equipment, the Emperor did not intend to attack directly - now. He was surrounded by only a few knights, a few dozen professional mercenaries, two hundred half-hung militiamen who had been hastily trained from Constantinople for months, and a hundred or so armed peasants who had been summoned from nearby villages and were completely untrained, less than half the number of the "enemy army" on the other side...... Although it was definitely possible to drive the opponent into the sea and drown as long as he launched a fierce attack at any cost, the emperor did not like this lack of jishu content.

So, in the face of the Turkish people's fierce inward noise. Constantine XI simply raised his horsewhip and sent a signal.

Next, a small group of crossbowmen who had received the order ran forward, each with a crossbow. Aiming at the crowded Turks, a rain of arrows "whoosh" was fired. Splashed with several striking blood flowers...... However. This small casualty did not deter the Turks, who were accustomed to war, but aroused their ferocity - seeing that the Greeks were also dominated by infantry, and there were basically no cavalry, the Turks relied on their own side to outnumber the Turks, and had no intention of retreating at all. Instead, he shouted violently, waving the scene and rushing over quickly!

However, the next moment, they were blocked by a gushing wall of fire. Burnt to the core.

“…… Oh damn it, it's Greek fire! ”“…… Flowing fire! ”

In the face of the raging flames erupting from the brass pipes, some of the Turkish warriors who charged at the front could not dodge, and rolled on the ground in pain wrapped in flames. The rest stopped in horror and began to hesitate. Immediately, as the Eastern Roman Pyros marched forward with iron shields and tongues of fire licking at them, the frightened rabble finally let out a shout, turned their heads and dispersed.

“…… Tsk, although it is far inferior to modern flamethrowers, but in this era, the intimidating power is already good. ”

Standing beside Emperor Constantine XI, the little bird Yu Mahaku, smacked his lips calmly as he looked at the battle situation, and commented.

“…… Miss Takami said that although Greek fire was the signature weapon of the Eastern Roman Empire, in addition to defending the city and naval battles, it could only scare and scare this rabble. In fact, without your crude oil, I wouldn't even be able to use these Pyros! ”

Constantine XI turned around and bowed his head to the former Prime Minister of Birdie and said in a humble manner.

Don't look at the title of Roman Emperor seems to be very noble, but in this era of imperial decline, even by Japanese standards, his strength as an emperor is only equivalent to a prince daimyo in Japan's Warring States Period, and even far from Takeda Shingen, Imagawa Yoshimoto, Uesugi Kenshin and other lord-level daimyos. If you compare it to Kotori Mashiro, who once became the prime minister of Japan and ruled over more than 100 million Japanese people, it is really not enough to see - you must know that in 1453 AD, the population of the whole of Europe was only about 70 million to 80 million!

In addition, Constantine XI was able to easily put together so many flamethrower troops, which was also thanks to the former Japanese prime minister.

-- Although Greek fire is not small, it needs to refine oil to spew fire, and Greece does not produce oil. At the time of the Eastern Roman Empire, the oil needed was generally from Asia Minor or Syria, but by this time all of the Eastern Roman Empire's Asian territory had become enemy territory, and the supply of raw materials for Greek fire had become a problem. Relying on the little oil smuggled in, the Empire barely prioritized the operational needs of the Navy's Spitfires. As for the surplus infantry Spitfire equipment, it can only be piled up in warehouses and rusted.

Fortunately, after the opening of the interdimensional wormhole, the traversers were able to easily get a batch of unprocessed crude oil from the Keihin Refinery in Japan through the channel of Birdie Mashiro, allowing the Greek fire workshops in Constantinople to resume production. As a result, Emperor Constantine XI, who was extremely embarrassed in military strength, actually formed a Spitfire force of hundreds of people in one go.

Limited to the jishu conditions of medieval Europe, the flamethrowers of the Eastern Roman Empire were quite heavy in their fire-breathing equipment, so they were unable to continue the pursuit after only advancing a short distance. Fortunately, another group of soldiers immediately chased after the Turks' buttocks, and as if throwing grenades, they threw round canisters of fire oil at their tents, and in an instant black smoke filled the air, and a large field of scorching fire was raised!

In the midst of the billowing smoke, the shouting and running Turks suddenly became a mess - when they suddenly encountered fire, most people's first reaction was to water it, but this not only did nothing for the fuel oil, which was lighter than water, but accelerated the speed of its spread, and fueled the fire more and more...... By the time they finally remembered to put out the fire with sand, many Turks were screaming and charred, and some had jumped into the sea in a panic before they realized they couldn't swim. But sadly, in order to avoid the fire, the people in the back are still rushing over, pushing the people in front of them into the water. It didn't take much effort, and the sea was densely covered with corpses.

Strangely, the Eastern Roman army, which was a stone's throw away, did not take advantage of the chaos to attack, but stayed there quietly. It was not until the fire in the camp was almost extinguished that an interpreter rode up and shouted to the panicked Turks. (To be continued.) )