The night was deep and vast over the Thracian plains outside Constantinople.

At this time, according to the calendar, it is already the beginning of spring, but the weather is still very cold. The howling cold winds carried the damp mist from the Sea of Marmara in the southeast, and the Turkish soldiers on the night vigil could not help but grit their teeth and shiver - although the climate in Constantinople was far from cold, and it was as warm and inhabitable as the Garden of Eden compared to the Russian wasteland on the other side of the Black Sea, it was still a little too cold and too humid for these Turkic nomads who had been conscripted from the vast deserts of Asia Minor and were accustomed to dry hot winds and bright sunshine.

(Turkey is actually another transliteration of the Turks, who have always claimed to be Turkic people who migrated from the east.) ）

Fortunately, the numerous bonfires dotted throughout the camp brought them some warmth.

“…… The Romans' walls were really high enough! It looks like a mountain ......."

A young sentry with no beard and a childish face, curled up and shivering on the fire, looked up at the towering walls of Constantinople in the distance, and said to his middle-aged companion next to him, "...... This pagan wall is taller than the minaret of the mosque in my hometown. Will we be able to climb up tomorrow? Looks like even the monkey is going to fall! ”

“…… Rest assured, the Sultan's artillery will blow it down, and we don't have to climb that high......"

Although he was about to face an unprecedented fierce battle, the battle-hardened middle-aged Turkish warrior didn't seem to care. At least it still looks calm on the outside," ...... Kid, I know you're nervous. But don't be afraid, as long as the battle starts tomorrow, after you kill the first man, you won't be afraid—and then you won't have time to be afraid! He exhorted in a deliberately light-hearted tone. While patting his young companion on the shoulder, "...... Be mental! Don't let the infidels laugh at us as bastards. I'm going to give you my back! ”

It has to be admitted that the Turks at this time. It is also a great nation that is quite vigorous and brave and good at fighting.

-- Riding a horse on the steppe in the saddle, enjoying the pleasure of galloping, and attacking the rich pagan villages and towns. Plundering wealth, killing men, subjugating women, and enjoying the happiness of Allah are the ideals shared by every Turkish warrior.

“…… We are all great warriors of Allah and must not be seen as a seed. ”

Another junior officer, who was tall, bearded, and had striking scars on his cheeks, also said, "...... For the glory of Allah. For the sake of Dosti, who has been buried at the foot of the city for 700 years, we will surely win no matter whether there is a mountain of swords or a sea of fire ahead...... Well? Did you hear anything? ”

“…… Buzz Buzz Boom Boom - "

An unfamiliar sound, unheard before, came from afar. The alert Turkish sentries immediately rose from the side of the fire and squinted in the direction from which the noise came, but saw that the sea and land were empty, and that nothing unusual was noticed.

-- In ancient times, when there were no airplanes and there was no concept of "air raid," no one paid attention to the sky the first time they heard an unusual noise.

Not to mention. In this dark night, where you can't see your fingers, there is a faint mist all around, and it is difficult to spot these seaplanes painted with gray and black camouflage from the ground with the naked eye without deliberately distinguishing them carefully.

So, the Turkish sentry, who vaguely heard the sound of the plane's engine, tried to keep his eyes open and searched the night around him, but in the end he still found nothing, but he felt that the noise was getting louder and louder, and the uneasiness in his heart was getting worse.

It was suggested that the pasha (Turkish nobility) or the sultan bixia should be informed, but the problem was that no one dared to drag these nobles out of their bed - after all, false military information was a felony of felonies, and they could not even figure out what was going on.

Many people vaguely remember that on the march to suppress the rebellion in Asia Minor not long ago, on a certain night when they were camping and resting, there was a guy who had no eyesight, and he shouted because the strong wind blew away the military flag, and the whole camp was in chaos, and some people even mistakenly thought that the enemy had come to attack him...... As a result, this unlucky man was immediately arrested by order of the distraught Sultan and beheaded on charges of disturbing the morale of the army......

In short, in the midst of the wondering, panic and hesitation of these Turkish sentinels, a black death quietly descended on their heads.

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In the night sky filled with a faint haze, three seaplanes loaded with Soman gas bombs were forming a column, whistling and soaring.

Although the cockpit seals of these seaplanes should have been good, Colonel Ihonovsky and his associates put on gas masks in order to safely break into the enemy camp, drop gas bombs, and return to Constantinople safe and sound.

At this moment, the dark waters of the Golden Horn had quietly disappeared from their field of vision, and the tents of the 160,000 Turkish troops were piled up on the entire land in front of them, and countless bonfires formed a bright carpet, making the goal of this night attack extremely clear.

-- Although it is still impossible to confirm the location of the royal tent of Sultan Mehmed II, this operation was originally a carpet bombing in pursuit of a large number of casualties, so as long as the approximate location of the Turkish siege force camp can be determined, it is almost possible to throw poison gas bombs. What's more, the ancient military camps were more compact than the modern ones, and there were more soldiers crowded in the same place, which was more conducive to launching poison gas warfare.

Realistically speaking, in ancient times, shijie used poison gas, which was indeed a highly efficient means of cleaning up "unsafe factors".

In the modern society of the 21st century. Fundamentally speaking, the reason why Shijie countries rarely use poison gas on the battlefield is absolutely not because they are constrained by humanitarianism and Shijie public opinion, but because they are afraid that the enemy will use poison gas to retaliate -- when Aum Shinrikyo can synthesize a large amount of sarin poison gas with civilian experimental equipment, it is difficult to imagine that a country that is a little more angry will actually not have the ability to transform a fertilizer plant into a poison gas factory.

And in ancient times, when there were no international conventions and shijie public opinion constraints, especially when the opponent did not have any countermeasures. Destroying the enemy in large quantities with nerve gas is obviously the cheapest and quickest option—just as Japan dared to release poison gas on Chinese with no industrial base in World War II, but no matter how badly beaten in the Pacific theater. I don't dare to smoke the Americans with poison gas.

-- There is no way, if the Japanese dare to use poison gas to wipe out a beachhead of the US Marines on the islands of the South Seas, the US Strategic Air Force will dare to bomb Osaka and Tokyo with ten times the number of poison gas bombs. Retaliation as a violation of international conventions by the Japanese......

By the same token, Nazi Germany, even at the end of its rope, did not try to use poison gas to stop the Allied offensive.

The distance of thousands of meters from the sea to the enemy camp was fleeting, and the "carpet" of bonfires was already under his feet, and Colonel Ihonovsky couldn't help but sigh when he saw this, shook his head vigorously, and drove Fang Cai's chaotic thoughts out of his mind.

“…… About to enter the target area, uninsure! Start preparing now...... One, two, three...... Bombing! ”

He radioed the command as he reached out and pressed a red button in the center of the dashboard......

And underneath the three seaplanes, Turkish sentinels who had been following the noise for a long time in all directions. He finally found these metal monsters flying above his head, and was stunned for a moment by these flying objects that were beyond his ability to comprehend his mind.

Then, before they could think about whether they should report to the general or pray to Allah, Soman gas bombs were thrown.

-- Countless heavy metal cans. It suddenly falls from the sky, and once it hits the ground, it automatically bursts open, spewing milky white mist with a "snort".

Suddenly, a faint, good-smelling smell of fruit quickly spread through the Turkish barracks, and the evening breeze poured into the nostrils of every soldier. Because the fragrance is so sweet, they even involuntarily take a few more sips......

But in the next moment, this sweet and seductive aroma became a source of fatal pain, and everyone who inhaled the poisonous gas felt dizzy, tight, and tearful, and before they could understand what was happening, they fell to the ground like insects sprayed by insecticide, clutching their necks vigorously, foaming at the mouth, twitching their limbs, and kicking their feet into a large pit in the ground, and then their heads tilted, and they could no longer move.

Only a very small number of people with a keen reaction, after seeing these jars of white mist, immediately remembered the traditional poisonous smoke, and immediately took countermeasures according to experience - tore a piece of cloth off their clothes, covered their mouths and noses tightly, and then ran away into the open area.

But the problem is that the reason why nervous gas is terrible is not that you can carry it by blocking your mouth and nose and holding your breath - it is so poisonous that it can directly kill people through exposed skin - so these "smart people" usually fail to run a few steps, and they can no longer stabilize their bodies, and fall limply in the mud, unable to scream or move their limbs, and can only die quickly in the spasms of the whole body......

Next, a large area of Soman poison gas smoke, under the action of the wind, diffused the entire Turkish military camp. While most of the Turkish soldiers were still asleep in their tents, a mist with a faint fruity scent crept through the curtain and descended on them.

Fortunately, the wind was blowing inland from the sea, and the high walls prevented the invasion of poison gas, so the city of Constantinople was largely unaffected...... At the same time, tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians of the Eastern Roman Empire in the city still gathered in the Hagia Sophia, singing hymns and praying for God's blessing in fear, while the more than 100,000 Turkish troops outside the city were already shrouded in the deadly Soman poison gas.

- The battle of Constantinople, which had been brewing for a long time, had already come to an end before it could really begin......)

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