Seeing that Sultan Mehmed II's determination to storm Constantinople was so firm - that he had raised the strategic goal of conquering Constantinople and destroying the Eastern Roman Empire to the level of his life ideal - and now that hundreds of thousands of troops were gathered under the city, and mobilization had been made, the bounty might have been offered, and it would have been sent out on the bowel, otherwise it would have been worse than defeating...... Even though the ministers were not optimistic about the prospects of the war, they had to praise the Sultan's ambitions in unison, and wished him success in a successful start. ,!

Even Harril Davizi, the leader of the anti-war faction who had just spoken out, knelt on the ground in fear and begged for Sultan Bixia's forgiveness.

Listening to the shouts of worship from the mountains with different thoughts of the ministers under his tent, Sultan Mehmed II seemed to accept Harrier's Daoqian with a pleasant face, but secretly he had already made up his mind that once he succeeded in taking Constantinople, he would casually put this old thing who did not know how to advance or retreat to death!

(Historically, two days after the capture of Constantinople, Sultan Mehmed II executed the anti-war leader Harriel Grand Vizi.) ）

Then, after another eulogy to the Sultan and prayers to Allah, Mohammed II hastily concluded the military council.

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When one of the imperial ministers left the tent, the silk curtain decorated with a silver crescent moon was slowly lowered by several eunuch eunuchs, and Sultan Mehmed II reached out and rubbed his temples. He sighed slightly. At the same time, he took out a handkerchief, pulled open the collar between them, and wiped his sweat.

- Before he knew it, a layer of cold sweat had oozed from his neck.

After sitting alone on the throne for a while, he finally stood up, was waited by a few eunuchs, took off his splendid robes, and then went out of the vestibule, lifted a thin white veil, and turned into the back tent of his daily life—a myriad of veils embroidered with gold and silver threads, which divided the palace-like tent into many small rooms. Through the colorful tulle, you can see all kinds of gorgeous furnishings, and there are looming slender figures scratching their heads inside...... Unfortunately, the Sultan at this time was not interested in that at all.

In a hanging tabernacle with filigree is inlaid with countless precious stones. On a coral bed of ivory and gold ornaments, Sultan Mehmed II sat down silently, first waved off two Persian ladies dressed in translucent colored tulle and with delicate glass-like skin, and then took a glass and poured a large glass of spiced grape juice from an oriental blue and white porcelain flask on the bedside table, and held it quietly in his hand.

Look at the hand of this skilled craftsman from Antioch, and the glass glass decorated with grape patterns is as deep as a violet. The young Sultan suddenly felt a faint sense of fatigue, as if there was an indescribable magic that was gradually causing him to fall into some wonderful vision.

- No one knows that the true heart of Sultan Mehmed II was not as calm as he was in the face of his courtiers.

In the darkness, there always seemed to be an ethereal voice warning him: O servant of Allah! New dangers are coming!

But the question is, where does this danger come from?

The Sultan touched the beard on his chin and scrutinized all the potential enemies he could think of, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

The countries of Western Europe that once organized crusades. At this time, they are deeply involved in the cruel fight between each other, and they have no time to care about anything else.

Although the papacy shouted the slogan of saving Constantinople with great sound, he did not see a single Christian king who responded to the call.

Venice and Genoa, who had the ability and willingness to come to the aid of the isolated city, were still hesitant, while the latter's reinforcements had been repulsed.

In the north of Hungary, Albania line. He also left enough garrisons to monitor the movements of these old adversaries.

The Turkic chieftains of Asia Minor had just been suppressed once. The Sultan did not believe that they had the courage to do so in such a short period of time.

After thinking about it, the Sultan found that around the battlefield now, there was no Liliang who could threaten his safety.

He now has an army of 160,000 and his opponents are alone. Even if this battle is not a chance to win, at least it is easy to advance and retreat.

Puzzled, the Sultan lifted the curtains, looked at the metallic glow of the Gurban cannon in the distance under the light of the campfire, and looked down at the silver scimitar carved with a beautiful pattern on his waist, smiled self-deprecatingly, poured the violet drink from the glass into his mouth, and then rolled over to bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

- No matter what new enemies will appear, my cannon and the scimitar of the Turkish warriors will make them regret coming to this shijie.

What the Sultan did not know, however, was that the Cannons of Urban, which he had spent so much money forged, would never have the opportunity to bombard Constantinople.

And his 160,000 Ottoman Turkish army will never be able to climb the towering walls of Constantinople.

A significant number of them will no longer even be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Because, there is a group of Grim Reapers, who are from Yishijie, have quietly raised their butcher knives to them......

-- This war is almost over before it has even begun.

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In a gloomy secret warehouse, looking at the huge metal box in front of him, which was only carried out by Russian comrades shouting a trumpet, with a striking skull pattern painted on the lid, Wang Qiu couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and felt that his legs seemed to tremble slightly.

-- This is a weapon of mass destruction that can turn a metropolis of a million people into a ghost town in an instant!

If something goes wrong during the teleportation process, you won't be able to die even if you have nine lives!

But after all, a task is a task, and under the repeated urging of Sonya's political commissar, who was already a little impatient, Wang Qiu finally hardened his head, walked over in fear, put his hand on the lid of the box, and took a deep breath of the turbid air rich in the smell of lubricating oil.

“…… 800 military Soman gas bombs of the XX model have been prepared, and now they will start to carry out interdimensional teleportation in batches......"

At the same time, it seems that there is nothing to do here, Lori Cai Rong, is still bouncing up and down to cheer everyone up, and in her own way she is mobilizing in the style of a middle two girl:

“…… Come on, comrades! We're going to team up now to farm the Turkish Sultan! You're sure to be able to burst out a lot of good treasures! ”……) ……)

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