It was dark and swarthy, and even the sea looked swarthy.

In the distance, the sky and the sea merged, and the waves crashed against the shore in waves, and finally broke into countless white sprays.

A dinghy emerges from the darkness like an actor emerging from the curtain, and it looks a little abrupt.

Soon there will be a second, a third, a fourth, a fifth......!

Finally numerous dinghys rushed to the shore, and groups of soldiers climbed out of the dinghy and ran to the shore with wading through the water.

The whole process seems to be a group of puppets moving, except for the sound of the waves, only the sound of the howling wind.

These soldiers, armed with guns, quickly advanced inland.

The dinghy quickly returned, ready to carry the next group of landing soldiers.

Zuckerberg looked at his watch, and it was four o'clock in the morning. Cover artillery fire would begin an hour later, and within that hour it would never be detected by the enemy.

Otherwise, they will all die under the artillery.

Picking up the binoculars, I could only see the black silhouette in the distance.

That was the Ottoman Empire's coastal forts, and the Ottoman army, with the coastal forts as the center, built a strong fortification.

It was not easy to break through this fortification, and today I don't know how many brothers will fall under the scorching bullets.

Gesturing to his men, they continued their march towards the battery.

If all goes well, they will suddenly attack after artillery fire and before the enemy has entered the trenches.

In that way, this huge coastal battery will not become an obstacle to the landing.

On the battleship King David in the distance, Ben-Gurion stood on the Jianqiao Bridge, holding a telescope and looking at the quiet shore.

"The first commandos have landed, and soon we will be transporting the second batch."

"How many people are sent?"

"Nine hundred, with men and equipment."

"Damn, if it weren't for the Ming blocking the Bosphorus, we should have more ships.

It's not a problem to send 2,000 people at once!

But now, the same work is done three times.

The time has also tripled, and the odds of failure have increased countless times. ”

Listening to the conversation of the staff officers, Ben Gurion also had mixed feelings in his heart.

The kingdom of Israel that he had in mind was finally built, and it flourished over the next four years.

With the help of the Hebrews all over the world, they traveled in four years to many countries in forty years, if not four hundred years.

The Hebrew elite from all over the world gathered here, each working hard for the ideal kingdom.

But Constantinople seemed to be a shackle firmly around the neck of the nation of Israel.

Whenever Israel needed to breathe completely, the Ming Empire tightened its shackles.

Every time the State of Israel wanted to do much, the Bosphorus was blocked.

Just half a month ago, Daming once again blocked the Bosphorus.

This made Ben Gurion unable to hold back any longer!

The Middle East, which is in full swing, needs a steady stream of arms support from Israel.

He firmly believed that as long as the oil fields were seized. The Ming Empire also had to succumb!

Especially when the iron chariot had already appeared north of Kiev, Ben-Gurion was even more convinced of this.

It's time to pull out the nail of Constantinople, it's time to break free from the yoke that has bound Israel for the longest time.

Looking at my watch, there were still ten minutes left to prepare for the artillery fire.

The turrets on the deck were already in full position, and huge 480-mm shells had been stuffed into the chambers.

The chamber was so big, taller than an adult.

The clock ticked minute by minute, and finally five o'clock in the morning came.

"Fire!"

With the release of the password, but a few seconds later. The triple front main gun emitted a huge roar, and the power of the 480-millimeter cannon even made the battleship drift back dozens of meters.

Cannonballs smashed down on the coastal batteries with a furious whistling!

The air became hot in an instant, and the reinforced concrete bunker was blasted into the sky like a stone.

Zuckerberg, who was five hundred meters away, felt a tightness in his chest, but thanks to the guidance of the veteran, they all squatted on the ground.

If it was lying on his stomach, it is estimated that he would have been shocked to death by this time.

Five hundred meters, which is the closest distance to warn them.

Zuckerberg was glad that he didn't let the troops advance another 100 meters without permission.

The artillery preparations, which lasted only fifteen minutes, turned the coastal forts into purgatory.

Everywhere there was turned dirt upturned up, and there were charred and blackened pieces of cement everywhere.

The huge crater is four or five meters deep, and within fifty meters, there will not be any living creatures.

Even if you're hiding in a sturdy bunker!

You will also be shocked to death by a huge explosion!

The moment the cannon stopped, Zuckerberg jumped up from the ground like a spring.

"For the honor of King David, rush!"

Countless Hebrew soldiers took up their guns, they had endured for too long, and they wanted to return to the glory of the Empire of Israel.

Defeat the Ming Dynasty and defeat the most powerful empire in the world.

Everywhere there was the rustle of rubber shoes stepping on the sand, no one shouting, no one roaring.

The Hebrew soldiers were like a fierce beast that had been suppressed for too long.

The Ottoman soldier was clearly still in a state of confusion, and he did not understand why he had been attacked.

Inside the barracks, the surviving soldiers were dragged up by their own commanders and stuffed into the remaining bunkers and fortifications.

"Da da da ......!" The moment the machine gun rang out, it rang out.

Blood gushed from the chests of the Hebrew soldiers who rushed ahead!

"For the glory of King David!" A Hebrew soldier grabbed the explosives bag and rushed frantically to the front of the bunker.

The smoking explosives bag was stuffed inside, and it was quickly thrown out by the frightened Ottoman soldiers inside.

The Hebrew soldier picked up the explosive bag again and crammed it again.

The people inside are desperately pushing outward, and the people outside are desperately pushing inside.

Just when the people on both sides are trying their best, "boom".

The reinforced concrete fortifications were blasted into a huge gap, and smoke billowed from them.

The Hebrew soldier's upper body was blown up, and the lower half of his body was thrown more than twenty meters away.

The Hebrew soldiers did not pause, they just rushed forward with their guns in silence.

Every bunker spewing out tongues of machine-gun fire would be killed by Hebrew soldiers holding explosives packets.

Explosions came and went, and smoke rose from the position.

Zuckerberg ran with a gun "whoop" and "whoop" and saw a flash of light in front of him. The body hurriedly flashed to the side!

He is a veteran who has been on the battlefield several times, and he has survived to this day with this innate perception ability.

This time, keen perception saved his life again.

The bullet almost grazed his thigh.

Rolling twice in a row, hiding behind the wreckage of a bunker.

Machine gun bullets sent concrete debris flying and sparks flew on the steel bars.

Refilling the magazine with bullets, Zuckerberg spat out.

In the moments when the machine guns stopped, Zuckerberg leaned out. Half-kneeling, gun against his shoulder.

Shoot non-stop at the machine gun bunker!

Five bullets, quickly exhausted.

As a last resort, Zuckerberg shrank back again.

"Mortar!" Zuckerberg roared.

While yelling, he pressed the bullet into the magazine.

This broken rifle is still an old British product back then.

I heard that the guns of the Ming infantry were much better, with magazines. It can be loaded with 30 rounds at a time, and it is easy to change magazines.

Unlike this broken gun, it can only be loaded with five bullets at a time, and you have to pull the bolt to shoot one shot.

Against the machine gun on the opposite side, the only weapon that works well is the mortar.

The soldiers of the artillery platoon behind him carried mortars and rushed up with "whoop" and "whoop".

The mortar was mounted behind the wreckage of the pillbox, and Zuckerberg was confident in the artillery platoon.

The soldiers who can be assigned to the artillery platoon are all elite in the army. On weekdays, training is also the hardest.

The hard work of the artillery platoon was not in vain, just a salvo directly overturned the bunker made of sandbags on the opposite side.

The machine gun was blown up more than ten meters high, fell to the ground and fell apart, and the barrel fell out.

The fleet on the sea began to stretch with artillery fire.

The deep positions of the Ottoman Empire, everywhere there was billowing smoke. High-powered artillery shells, so that the second-line troops did not dare to reinforce the positions on the beach.

Ben-Gurion picked up his binoculars and looked at Constantinople in the distance. The huge dome of Sophia Cathedral reflects the golden light of the morning sun.

Puffs of smoke obscured his vision, and Ben-Gurion had to put down his binoculars.

When the battle came to this point, there was basically nothing to do with him. It was the battalion and company platoon commanders who rushed to the front who really fought.

Soldiers on cargo ships were constantly descending into the dinghy and then being taken to the beachhead by the dinghy that rode the waves.

I envy the Ming Army!

Their dinghy was larger than that built by Israel, and could transport forty or fifty people at a time.

It's like your own dinghy, which can only carry a dozen people at a time.

"Report to the commander, the battle is going well.

The forward troops have already occupied and consolidated the beachhead, and our army is developing in depth. The port is being attacked! ”

It went well!

Ben Gurion let out a long sigh of relief, this time gambling on the lack of preparation of the beachhead troops.

This time the big gamble wins, as long as you take the port area. A larger landing force would be able to land from the port.

This makes it much more efficient!

From the port to the Golden Horn of Constantinople, the whole field is twenty-seven kilometers.

As long as you have fought these twenty-seven kilometers, you will be under the city of Constantinople.

However, the real battle will begin in the Golden Horn.

Because, there his army was to make a second landing. Only by crossing the Golden Horn could we attack the fortified positions of Constantinople.

There, there were not only Ottoman soldiers who were weak in combat.

And there is also the elite Ming Marine Corps, although it is not the most elite in the Ming army, but for the Israeli army, it is still a strong opponent.

But Ben Gurion was not worried, weapons had entered a new era, and it was no longer the era when swords were wielded.

Israel now has the Ming Dynasty's 480-millimeter cannons, and it is impossible for any city wall to withstand such a powerful artillery bombardment.

Until now, Ben-Gurion couldn't understand why the Ming would sell such a powerful weapon to an obviously hostile country.

The matter of bribing the wife of the commander of the navy is not on the table at all.

Moreover, Ben-Gurion also understood. The wife of the commander of the Navy did not have such a great ability to sell such important weapons and equipment overseas.

And they clearly know that these weapons will fall into the hands of Israel.

I don't understand!

If you can't figure it out, don't figure it out.

Anyway, now that the army is in the hands of the Hebrews, the shells will fall on the heads of the Ottoman Empire.

Oh, and the Daming Marines.

The fleet of the Israeli Navy began to continue to advance. The destroyer fired directly at the Ottoman defenders in the harbor.

However, they bombarded very measuredly, and tried not to shell places where there were important port facilities.

The Ottoman army, the combat effectiveness is really miserable.

Very often, shells fell more than a hundred meters away. There will be rows and companies of Ottoman troops to break up!

They went mad and retreated into the city of Constantinople!

The shells landed in the retreating crowd, sending stumps and severed arms flying wildly.

But the scattered crowd doesn't care about this, they just know how to run, run backwards!

Zuckerberg and his men were in hot pursuit, and he couldn't hear anything in his ears. It's all a "whoosh" and "whoosh" gasp!

The Ottomans ran like rabbits, one stuffed the other fast.

Aiming and firing in a crouching position, a cloud of blood erupts from the back of an Ottoman soldier.

But when he was ready to aim at people again, he found that these guys were out of range.

Helpless, he could only continue to chase, but no matter how he chased, he didn't find a second chance to shoot.

Many soldiers really couldn't run, and they sat on the ground with blue faces.

Zuckerberg was running with a fluttering foot, and his throat was very dry. But when you pack lightly, the kettle is thrown on the boat.

Each of them carried only a hundred rounds of ammunition and a rifle.

In the end, there were only a dozen people left around him who were still insisting on chasing.

It is clear that those Ottoman soldiers have also reached the end of their crossbows.

Many Ottoman soldiers lay on the ground as soon as their guns were thrown. I really can't run, even if it's a prisoner.

If you continue to run like this, you will be exhausted to death.

Finally, the Ottoman soldiers stopped running.

Because a sea ...... appeared in front of them!

When the Golden Horn arrived, everyone rushed to the ferry like crazy.

The guy who got on the boat first took a gun and put it on the boatman's head. shouted: "Sail the boat." ”

The boatman had no choice but to sail forward.

But gunshots soon rang out behind him, and at first just one or two people were shooting. Later, more and more people shot at them!

Without the slightest hesitation, the boatman plunged his head into the water.

He knew that if he continued to hold on, he would die.

Although the marksmanship of these soldiers is very bad, so many people are not sure which one is the sharpshooter who wears Yang in a hundred steps.

The guy who got on the boat couldn't steer the boat, and the ferry kept spinning in the water. Soon, a bullet found this selfish bastard.