The glorious afterglow of the sunset on the west slope reflects on the undulating Sea of Marmara and also reflects the Asian skyline on the other side of the Bosphorus. Come on,.!

The sky gradually darkened, and under the blood-colored sunset, the purple and red sunset became thicker and thicker, and with the evening breeze transformed into various shapes, like the scale armor of a knight across the entire sky, and like the spiral pattern on the shell, rippling in a circle.

At the same time, the sparkling golden light and white foam form a piece of golden waves like autumn wheat waves on the dark green Marmara Sea, which seems to embellish this beautiful sea area with a bit of romantic feelings that attract reverie.

Who would have thought that on this romantic and charming ocean, tens of thousands of armies are still fighting weakly.

- It's really a "weak" fight...... For an entire afternoon, not a single stone bullet or crossbow arrow had been fired at the top of the walls of Constantinople, and apart from a few accidents caused by their own men, the soldiers and civilians of the Eastern Roman Empire defending the city were almost unscathed.

After repelling the first wave of the fiercest attack of the Turkish fleet in the morning, the situation on both sides changed to this state of lukewarm.

The Turkish fleet, which had been attacked head-on, had a great drop in morale for a while, and no longer dared to enter the range of the trebuchets, Greek fires, and ballistae on the city walls, but only wandered around the sea hundreds of meters away from the city walls, occasionally approaching for a while, firing a few stone bullets and crossbow arrows indiscriminately, which was considered to be a courage to ...... But all of them fell far away from the sea, not causing any damage to the towering walls of Constantinople.

In the same way, the soldiers and civilians of the Eastern Roman Empire, who were guarding the city walls, could only stare at the Turkish fleet that had retreated beyond the range of the trebuchet. It was proposed to use arsonists to fight back, but the wind was blowing from the sea to the land, and the arsonists against the wind could not let go at all.

As for the line of the Golden Horn, the Eastern Roman fleet was also separated by a sea-barrage chain from the Turkish fleet, competing with each other and staring at each other - the clumsy Turkish fleet could not break this iron chain from the sea, and the Eastern Roman fleet, which was weak and weak, did not dare to let go of the iron chain. Take a risk.

Therefore, the fierce battle on the sea of Constantinople, which was once hot, finally turned into this half-dead appearance.

Let's be honest. After a fierce battle, the Turkish fleet had no desire to continue fighting, but the commander of the Suleiman navy was forced by the strict orders of Sultan Mehmed II and did not dare to withdraw from the battlefield without permission. They had to play the trick of passive sabotage, and gathered on the sea to patrol - limited to the ancient conditions of communication and reconnaissance, the officers and men of the Turkish fleet on the Sea of Marmara did not know about the death of Sultan Mehmed II at this time.

“…… It's starting to recede...... Well, today's battle can be fought here. That's about it......"

Lying on the side of the new flagship, Suleiman, the commander of the Turkish Navy, looked at the walls of Constantinople that were still standing majestically in front of him, and sighed with infinite exhaustion—although the results of the battle were not satisfactory, as a feint force, he felt that he had performed his duties enough. But what made him wonder was that yesterday it was clearly said that he would attack both by sea and land at the same time, and he fought from morning to evening, but there was no movement at all on the land side?

Thereupon. He commanded the fleet to close the formation. As he prepared to retreat, he sent a messenger to land and ask the Sultan why he had not moved.

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“…… Alas, is the tide now receding? Anyway, the day has finally passed......"

Just as the commander of the Suleiman Navy was ready to retire, Emperor Constantine XI was also standing on an ancient tower that plunged into the sea. Looking down at the base of the outer wall, the shallows that gradually emerge as the sea recedes. Lines and lines are mixed with white debris. Slowly retreating into the sea, fish, shrimp and crabs on the beach. Foaming at the water in the glowing puddle, it seems to be waiting for the next tide to save it.

A warm sea breeze blew in his face, lifting Emperor Bixia's purple robe stained with gunsmoke and dust, bringing him a touch of comfort and coolness.

Although his face seemed very tired and haggard, Emperor Constantine XI was in an unusually high mood.

- While everyone else thought that the end of this outpost battle was just the beginning of an even more tragic battle, the emperor knew that this battle was almost a battle of Zuihou...... Because, under the indiscriminate bombardment of seven tons of Soman poison gas brought by the compatriots of the traverser, the more than 100,000 Ottoman Turkish troops on land have long been wiped out, and only a pile of hideous and twisted corpses is still surrounding Constantinople......

Although even the sailors of the Turkish fleet numbered as many as 20,000, which was five times the number of the defenders of Constantinople. But when the thunderbolt of the Sultan's death and the destruction of the army reached the Turkish fleet, Constantine XI could not believe that the rabble could continue to fight.

“…… The catastrophe of 1453 probably survived like this! The state of the Eastern Roman Empire should also be extended for a few more years...... It seems that we have to find a wife, or at least a mistress, otherwise the Roman emperor will be too tasteless......"

Constantine XI muttered so much that he ordered the soldiers and civilians defending the city to eat immediately, wait until the Turkish fleet had retreated, and then go back to rest, and then raised his hand and summoned the commander of the Imperial Army, John, and ordered him to start counting the casualties, and at the same time organize a group of priests to prepare for a mass funeral......

However, before the emperor's words were finished, from the top of the tower behind him, the watchman exclaimed:

“…… Fleet! Fleet! A new fleet has come to the southwest! They can't be identified for the time being! ”

Suddenly, on the walls of Constantinople, which had been quiet for a long time, there were once again piercing alarm bells, bugles and war drums, loud roars and shouts, and chaotic running and footsteps.

The soldiers and civilians defending the city, who had been lining up to take out black bread from the rattan basket and plan to have dinner with cold water, also dropped the food in their hands and grabbed all kinds of weapons from trebuchets and ballistas to Greek fire, and prepared for a new battle.

In the midst of this hectic and noisy area, Emperor Constantine XI, who was very curious about this, quietly climbed to the top of a tower alone, first sent away a few sentries who stayed here under the pretext of an excuse, and then took out the Russian military telescope that he had just obtained from his robe, carefully approached the eyes, aimed at the unknown fleet in the distance, and slowly adjusted the focus.

The next moment, the pupils of this traverser emperor suddenly tightened into a slit like a cat, and there was a look of surprise on his face.

“…… Belch? A golden lion flag on a red background? Oh God, it's a Venetian! How did they come at this time?! ”……)

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