In front of the Golden Horn, the crew was on full standby, and the arrival of the Ottoman fleet made them nervous.

In command of the fleet was Diado, a veteran of the Navy.

"General, I really can't hold on." One of the seamen asked the general, "The Ottomans have no intention of attacking today. ”

Intimidated by the strong strength of the Ottoman fleet, no one dared to take it lightly, but looking at the tired faces of his crew, the general who had been nervous from morning to night could only sigh.

"Well, send someone to keep watch on the walls of Galata, and notify me as soon as there is an enemy."

The Genoese have done so openly that the Sultan has seen it, and the two countries have not declared war so far, which is really rare in the world.

"General, the Genoese helped us so much, don't the Ottomans know?" A seafarer asked, puzzled.

"Don't know?" Di Aido sneered, "They know better than anyone else, but they don't want to expand the war." ”

"Especially the Genoese, who have done this, still think they are neutral?"

It is normal that the fact that the Sultan does not deal with Genoa now does not mean that he will not deal with it in the future.

Although there was no engagement, the waters outside the Golden Horn had been completely blocked, and the Pope was ready to send troops to support.

Only a few people knew about the detention of Bishop Gregory, and the Pope was obviously not among them, so in order to prevent Constantinople from being captured by the infidels, the Pope hired three Genoese sailing ships to come to his aid.

There is no doubt that the Papal States did not have an army, after all, how could the servants of the Lord do the work of fighting and killing? The Pope's military campaigns relied mainly on mercenaries from the Italian city-states.

At this time, Italian mercenaries are very famous, not like the impression given to people in later generations, most of the current Italian mercenaries are brave and good at fighting, loyal and reliable, of course, there are also timid and fearful, but this kind of person does not have to charge into battle.

Three tall sailing ships rushed into the Sea of Marmara and went north with the south wind, which is still relatively rare in this season, perhaps because of the favor of the Lord, after all, it is the Pope's money.

Passing by the Ottoman port at Gallipoli, there was not a single ship in it, and by this time all of them had gone to the Golden Horn, and the three ships swaggered all the way to the Bosphorus, where they were already very close to the Golden Horn.

As soon as he appeared, the Ottoman navy discovered such an uninvited guest, and without waiting for orders, the red cross flag on a white background on the ship revealed the identity of the comer, and the ship hula-la.

The Sultan also learned of this, and rode to the harbor and told Bartoglu: "Take these sailing ships prisoner and bring the crew to me, or you will not return alive." ”

The Sultan's face was full of exasperation, and he was anxious about the lack of progress in the siege for several days.

"Yes," Baltoglu said quickly.

With the wind in hand, the sailboat was not far from the Golden Horn, but the Ottomans caught up.

The Ottomans piloted small Friulian ships, which were extremely agile and changeable, but they were still unable to cope with the tall sailing ships.

The battle began to heat up, and the current naval battle was mainly based on hand-to-hand combat.

"Fire, fire." Bartoglu commanded, "First with artillery fire, archers and musketeers to fire freely." ”

Cannonballs, feathered arrows, buckshots, and javelins rained down on the sailboats, but with little effect, and the cannon damage was high, but the small guns were still not enough.

Not to be outdone, the sailing ships also began to return fire, and the sailing ships were condescending, and people constantly capsized into the water, compared to the Ottomans, who suffered more casualties.

"Iron hooks, stairs ready, board, board." After a period of fighting, seeing that progress could not be made, the general gave a new order.

"Archers, musketeers, don't stop shooting, suppress the other side for me."

It seems that the process is very long, but in fact it does not take much time, and the sailboat is not here to fight, as long as the supplies are sent into the city, the task is completed, and under the blowing of the south wind, the sailboat slowly moves forward against the rain of bullets.

Suddenly, something unfortunate happened, the south wind stopped, and the sailboat was not powered by pulp, which meant that it would become a live target to be ground alive by the Ottomans.

Bartoglu was keenly aware of this and couldn't help but rejoice, "Hurry, at all costs, get me on board." ”

In order to capture these ships, the Sultan sent his Praetorian Guards to the navy, and the Janissaries, determined to climb up with the spears, stones, and ammunition of the sailing ships, which struggled to resist.

Suddenly, a cheer erupted from a ship, and a Janissary sergeant boarded the bow, which, though quickly beaten, greatly boosted the morale of the people.

The Sultan also showed a satisfied smile, the land wall had already annoyed him, if the sea power could not be controlled, it would be almost impossible to take Constantinople, and now although the Western European countries were divided, the Sultan knew that he would eventually send troops to the rescue, so the Sultan must take the city as soon as possible.

"Lord Almighty, heeded the wishes of your humble servant, and let us enter the Golden Horn safely." The situation on board was urgent, and the priest who accompanied the ship was praying.

Perhaps the Lord heard the prayers of the believers, and gradually, the slightest wind hung up and grew stronger, propping the sails like a ball, and the ship hurried uncontrollably towards the Golden Horn.

This time it was the turn of the sailboats to cheer, and the Praetorian Guards clinging to the ships continued to fall into the sea, and the whole scene was chaotic.

"Chase me, sail, paddle, chase me." Bartoglu was furious and kept jumping to his feet.

But obviously, this can only be in vain, not to mention whether to chase the ground or not, even if you catch up, you can only stare at the tall hull.

Both the Sultan and the citizens of the city witnessed this with their own eyes, and the Sultan blushed, waved his horsewhip fiercely, and left the place without saying a word.

On the other side, the citizens erupted in high cheers, the first victory since the siege, and the red cross brought not only supplies, but more importantly, hope.

"I need an explanation," the Sultan said coldly, looking at Bartoglu on his knees.

"I handed over the navy to you, and you reciprocated to me?"

"I am guilty, Your Majesty." Bartoglu's head was lowered to the ground, terrified.

"Dragged out, chopped."

As soon as these words came out, Khalil, who was standing on the side, was startled and hurriedly stepped out.

"Your Majesty, today's naval defeat is not Baltoglu's fault, it is really impermanent."

"What's more, among the generals, General Baltoglu is the best at naval warfare, and I hope Your Majesty will allow him to make meritorious contributions."

"Hmph." Without saying a word, the Sultan returned to the Great Horde.