"The western wall is in a hurry!"

The high cry sounded in the sky over Constantinople, and the wolf smoke rushed into the sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Sultan, the most courageous of the Turki League, had already launched an onslaught on the relatively weak western wall.

The cluster of muskets, spitting out fiery tongues of fire, formed a powerful fire suppression on the city.

And the wide moat has long been filled with flesh and blood by the militia.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Three round stone projectiles smashed on the huge siege tower, and they exploded, splashing sparks in the sky.

As a result, the towering siege tower shattered and shattered along with the spearmen and archers inside!

"That's the 'collapse of the country'. ”

Someone said.

This is the strongest Byzantine defense weapon, a powerful cannon, I don't know how much more powerful than ordinary trebuchets and crossbows, can destroy a siege tower with a single blow, or blow up a squad of soldiers to meat sauce!

However, the slow launch speed and insufficient hit rate are its flaws.

The Turks did not care about casualties, and under the training of Scurry, they had already turned into a steel army.

Attacking the weakest areas with the most elite and intensive offensive is the right way to use troops.

Therefore, one or two national collapse cannons could not stop the stubborn assault of the Turkish army at all.

Someone looked at one of the brave generals who took the lead in the city.

He was only in his twenties, but he was extremely brave, shirtless, with a face like fine iron, muscles bulging like a mountain, and a spear in his hand, he swept away the rolling stones thrown from the city like rain, and some of them swept directly back to the city walls, smashing the city soldiers into meatloaf.

"That's Scurry's second son, Bayezet Yuanchun Tuli, who is brave and brave, an undefeated general who is known to be discolored, and he has also read the art of war books since he was a child, and there is no lack of resourcefulness!"

Someone commented.

Scurry's three sons were both wise and brave, but this time only Bayesset was the only one who accompanied Scurry, and he left the eldest and third sons on his homeland, taking the generals to guard against the Persians.

After all, "Wolf King's grandson" Bogard is really the strongest opponent Scurry has ever faced in his life, and there is no one.

"Beware of this boy going to the city first. ”

Humanitarian: "Pai Yong will tear a gap in the city wall, and then a large number of troops will rush up, which is the most common tactic of siege. ”

Before he could finish speaking, Bayezette suddenly pulled out a hard bow and shot it from under the twenty-meter-high city wall, sealing the mouth of the talking fellow with an arrow.

For a time, the nearby Byzantine army was in a state of horror.

But suddenly, cheers erupted.

"The two marshals of Thor and Fengshen have come to the front line in person!"

"Not only that, but His Majesty has also come over in person!"

"Long live Byzantium!"

For a time, morale was greatly boosted.

Byzantium, an ancient empire, actually valued certain morals.

The reason why Constantine XV killed his father with his own hands, but still won the love of his vassals, is because.

He himself is a brave general on the battlefield, and he often takes the lead with the two gods of wind and thunder and fights on the battlefield.

Duke Henry, a brave general who had established himself as king in northern Poland, was once so loud that he was captured by himself and brought back to Constantinople to be executed, which made the empire rejoice.

Moreover, whether it is the god of thunder, the god of wind, or the XV of Constantine, they are all famous half-saint masters!

Three demi-saint masters.

Byzantium is more glorious than the sun!

For a moment, everyone burst into laughter.

Oh, yes.

Bayezette is nothing, he is only in his twenties after all.

Whether it is the Duke of Thor, the Marquis of the Wind God, or His Majesty himself.

It could easily break this kid into two hundred and six bones!

No matter how brave he is, can he still dare to climb the city first?

Indeed, under the brave cover of Bayesset, several siege towers finally approached the walls and sent a group of elite Seljuk warriors armed with long knives onto the walls.

But Constantine XV sneered and waved his golden-red scepter.

The scepter let out a dragon-like roar, and a violent explosion erupted, sending one elite soldier after another of the Turkic Alliance screaming and flying out.

Under the strong pressure of the demi-saint masters, this small group of Tuli soldiers who were sent to the city wall were soon all wiped out!

"Long live Your Majesty!"

The Byzantine generals and soldiers cheered.

Constantine XV was very proud.

In addition to his old friend Bogard, what other king of a great country can be as brave as himself and take the lead in fighting the enemy?

At the beginning, the old drunkard in Egypt always relied on the first general, and as a result, he was beheaded by the other party.

Just when the morale of the Byzantine army was at its peak, a figure appeared in the military formation of the Turkic League.

He wears no armor, a white turban, a blue linen robe, and black boots.

This man looked to be in his forties, with thick eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a thick but neat beard on both cheeks and chin, and a majestic expression, but with a virtuous vicissitudes of life.

The head of the four great military gods, the Sultan of the Turki Alliance, Scuri!

"The old dog actually ran to the front of the battle......" The one who spoke was a true master named Wang Shu: "Your Majesty, quickly order the Divine Archer to gather fire and shoot him into a sieve!"

Constantine XV was not a fool.

So under his order, a continuous rain of arrows went towards Scurry.

Even if Scurry has a lot of elite shield soldiers around him who can block arrows for him, this wave of attacks is likely to hurt him.

But what the Byzantine people couldn't even think of happened.

Scurry smiled calmly and pulled a long whip from his waist.

With a flick of the whip, the endless rain of arrows turned into smoke and dust, and scattered below the city.

He jumped directly, like a phantom, appearing above the city wall more than twenty meters high, and when he fell, more than a dozen elite Byzantine warriors in the original place had turned into ashes.

Not plasma, but ashes, which are then blown away by the wind as if they disappeared from the world out of thin air.

"Xiao Zonglin, you still don't have a long memory. Scurry's voice was long and magnetic, and he looked at Constantine XV and said slowly.

Scurry was about ten years older than Constantine XV, and he was looked at like a child.

Wu Feng, who was watching the battle from the side, finally learned the real name of Constantine XV.

Zonlin Constantine. This is the name of Constantine XV.

Curry sighed, "After all, you weren't taught as often as Bogard, and I can't blame you." ”

As he spoke, the Duke of Flor, the god of thunder, and the Marquis of Brady, the god of wind, were already as pale as iron, with the power of a thunderbolt, rapidly approaching.

But they felt an even stronger coercion, which made their hearts tremble as a semi-saint powerhouse.

Scurry's eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes lit up like lightning.

A wave of energy swept in all directions in an instant.

Even under the powerful giant array of Constantinople, Scurry just exuded coercion, causing a huge cannon to shatter, and in an instant, dozens of Byzantine soldiers were blown into the sky!

Saint-level masters, there is no doubt about it.

The lonely lord of the Western Desert, Scurry, is worthy of the king of the military gods!

At this time, Constantine XV realized that he really didn't have a long memory.

The battle of Scurry's exit from the mountain was a surprise attack on 5,000 elites with 1,000 tribal soldiers, and the head of the main general was removed.

The main general is more than ten years older than Scurry, and he is still a famous brave general.

And at that time, the guy's head was cut off by Scurry's own hands.

So many years have passed.

Brave generals often use courage to disguise their resourcefulness.

So what about the wise generals?

Scurry set his sights on Constantine XV, as well as the "Anemo" and "Thor".

This is a famous three and a half saint masters.

"Let's go together, friends. Scurry raised the whip in his hand, as if no one was around. (To be continued.) )