July 1453, 200 kilometers west of Constantinople, on the Gallipoli Peninsula

Golden sand, golden sun, clear pure water, fresh moisture in the air. The lush shrub foliage on the steep cliffs is all covered with crystal droplets, shining in the dazzling sunlight. A rare summer rain washed the sky purer than sapphires, and white clouds like cotton wool floated on it, slowly changing shapes.

With such a romantic view of the sea, the modern traveler may be tempted to change into a bright swimsuit, put on sunglasses, set up a beach chair and sun umbrella and enjoy the beautiful sunbathing at the first opportunity. However, the Turkish immigrants trapped in the Gallipoli Peninsula at this time only looked out at the undulating sea day after day, while watching in horror at the "Christian militants" who roamed and clamoured outside the camp from time to time.

In a disorganized, fence-barred camp, a young Turkish soldier, Said, squatted opposite each other with a middle-aged imam (Islamic cleric) who had been expelled from the mosque. Behind them were a jumble of tents and shacks, with a disgusting stench wafting through the air, and muffled moans and weepings rang from time to time.

In front of them, a bonfire was lit, and a broken crockpot was set on the fire, in which a pot of black soup was boiled. Saeed stirred the boiling soup with a stick, and threw all sorts of messes into it—slightly spoiled jerky, stinking salted fish, wild herbs, and even tree bark...... After being trapped in the camp for many days, the food stock in the camp began to become increasingly scarce.

When the pot of chowder was boiling, the two of them each took out a piece of black bread that was as hard as wood, and broke off a piece from time to time. Dip it in the thick soup, then gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and forced this piece of "disgusting thing" mixed with a lot of wood chips and mud and sand into his mouth, chewed it quickly a few times, endured the stinging pain in his throat, forcibly swallowed it into his stomach, and then exhaled a long breath.

“…… Said, there is only enough food to eat for two or three days! Do we want to die here, you say? ”

The middle-aged imam took a few bites of food and suddenly raised his sleeve to wipe his eyes. Asked Said.

“…… Who knows? Even the great Sultan can die silently, let alone us humble little people? ”

Said sighed and shook his head, swallowing a little black bread from his hand, and picking up a small wooden stick and starting to pick something out of the crockpot to eat—the past few months have been full of war. The upheaval of life has made him accustomed to such a bad diet. And. In today's precarious escape, it is really impossible to find fault with the quality of food.

- After the blatant divine punishment of that pagan God, the lands of Europe no longer belonged to the Turks!

Said and his Turkish army were originally stationed at a military fortress on the western side of the Gallipoli Peninsula, near the Aegean Sea.

Since this military fortress is also one of the home ports of the Turkish fleet, so. Even when Sultan Mehmed II launched a siege of Constantinople, Saeed's troops were not mobilized, allowing him to escape.

However, in the event that the Ottoman Turkish Empire State Building will fall. The Turks on the Gallipoli Peninsula did not last long - the fortress was the easiest to storm from within. At this time, only a century after the Turks landed in Eastern Europe, the inhabitants of the Gallipoli Peninsula were still predominantly Greek Christians who believed in Orthodox Christianity, and the Turkish Muslims who ruled them were as clear as water and oil.

Thus, after the violent death of Sultan Mehmed II and 140,000 Turkish troops overnight, an eerie atmosphere began to permeate the Gallipoli Peninsula. When news of the destruction of Adrianople arrived, the Greek inhabitants of the Gallipoli Peninsula immediately rebelled, destroying and burning mosques and massacring Turkish expatriates who had migrated there......

What's worse is that the Greek and Bulgarian auxiliaries, which had been employed by the Ottoman Turkish Empire, also defected en masse at the call of the Orthodox priests - hey, the omnipotent God has already manifested his wrath, and he has been angry twice in a row! As a Christian, isn't it a joke on one's soul to continue working for Muslim infidels?

In another time and space, in 1915, the Turks won their only victory in the First Shijie War with the steep cliffs and strong fortresses of the Gallipoli Peninsula in the face of the Anglo-French troops who landed from the sea.

But at this time, in the face of the collective rebellion of the Greek aborigines and Christian "puppet army", the small number of Turkish immigrants who had not yet really established themselves here were suddenly beaten to pieces and had to flee in a hurry.

In the midst of this unprecedented chaotic ethnic vendetta, Said and others, under the command of the commander, barely managed to fight their way out, crossed the narrow Gallipoli Peninsula, and fled to the shore of the Dardanelles. Here, Saeed and others successively met some Turkish immigrants who had escaped from the pursuit, and there were nearly 10,000 people in total, preparing to cross the strait together and go to Asia, which is relatively safe at the moment.

However, they had an intractable problem - the lack of ships!

At this time, the Ottoman Turkish Empire had fallen apart, and the Turkish fleet originally stationed in this area naturally completely collapsed, and the sailors either burned their ships home or became pirates, so Said and others did not even have a ship on hand.

Although the Dardanelles Strait, one of the busiest maritime arteries in Europe at the time, was always full of Italian merchant ships that could transport all these Turkish refugees across the strait - after all, the strait was extremely narrow, only one or two kilometers wide - but the problem was that the Italian captains who took advantage of the fire and looted actually sold tickets for five gold coins per person!

Zuihou, some Turks who still had some savings around them, gritted their teeth and bought expensive ferry tickets and fled back to Asia across the sea. The unfortunate ones, who had nothing left with their belongings, could only continue to languish in a humble camp by the sea, waiting for help to come at some unknown time - when Said's commander had brought a few of his entourage aboard, he had promised the rest of the men that as soon as he arrived at a port city in Asia Minor, he would find a way to explain the local Turkish military governor and organize a fleet to come to the Gallipoli Peninsula to rescue the Turkish soldiers and civilians trapped there.

Unfortunately, they waited for a long, long time, and they could not wait for the rescue fleet from Asia, but for the crusading army of the Eastern Roman Empire.

“…… Woo-"

“…… Greek! The army of the Greeks is coming! ”

With the sound of trumpets in the distance, there was a commotion in the camp for Turkish refugees. And when the women wept and wept wrapped in veils, and the men grabbed their weapons and prepared to fight the Christians, the scene in front of them made them gasp.

“…… A purple crown of thorns and a double-headed eagle banner? Could it be that the pagan emperor is coming?! ”

Syed, who was holding the spear in his hand tightly and cold sweat began to ooze from his forehead, couldn't help but mutter. (To be continued.) )