Just when Murad was still feeling the warrior of the East, several of the guards had already flown up, and then the guy was carrying a strange weapon and crashed out in a field of blood.

The next moment he roared like a lion.

In the chaos of the guards behind him, they rushed straight at him.

Murad, who was dumbfounded, was still awake in an anxious shout, and rushed into the formation that was parting.

And the sharp arrows of the cavalry on both sides were shot intensively.

But at the same time, an eerie whistling sounded in the sky, as if a boulder thrown by a trebuchet had fallen.

Before he could turn his head, something passed behind him, and the war horse under his crotch screamed and flipped up, throwing him directly backwards from the horse, with a sharp pain in his back, he smashed to the ground again, and he almost fainted, relying on a fierce turn and struggled to get up, but then the black shadow flashed in front of him, and the huge force was pumped in his face, and he was pumped backwards and fell over.

Now he couldn't get up again.

Spurting out a mouthful of blood, he opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the figure in front of him.

It was a man dressed in flowers, holding a strange weapon in his hand, with a thick brass mallet in the front and a ball the size of a human head behind the handle, and although he didn't understand what it was, he knew that it must be very heavy, because the man was smashing it around. The smashing cavalry fell in a splash of flesh and blood, along with men and horses, and even a horse's entire head was smashed, and the blood and scraps of flesh that had been stirred up and thrown fell like raindrops. Under this violent attack, in the blink of an eye, there were no living people around him, and the corpses and even limbs of people and horses were piled up bloody, and the cavalry on the periphery was so frightened that no one dared to step forward again......

"You're Murad?"

The man said in Turkic dialect very hideously.

Murad opened his mouth, but because he was filled with blood, he could only make some strange noises.

The man slammed his weapon to the ground, then lowered his head and lifted him to one foot, bewildered as he did not understand what the man was going to do.

The latter lifted his foot and stepped on his other leg.

Murad raised his hand tremblingly, wanting to ask the guy, but the guy suddenly lifted the leg he was holding in his hand upwards.

Because the leg below was stepped on, it was actually fixed to the ground, and Murad was lying on the ground on his side by him, so the sharp pain of this tearing came, Murad couldn't help but scream, and then he watched his leg continue to rise, the sharp pain made him let out a heart-rending scream, he struggled like crazy to try to get rid of the claws, but the result was that the angle of the two legs spread wider and wider, and at the same time, the sharp pain of the tearing also overwhelmed his consciousness......

"Ma, it's not as strong as Milan Shah!"

Yang Feng looked at Murad who was twitching under his feet and said.

As he spoke, he looked around in a stunned voice, and the Ottoman soldiers looked stupidly at the strangely shaped Pasha in his hand.

Pasha's blood was still flowing at Yang Feng's feet.

Yang Feng looked at them with an evil smile on his face, and then continued to move forward little by little until Murad's leg and body were almost parallel to each other......

"Come, give you Pasha!"

He shouted.

Then he grabbed Murad's feet and neck with both hands, and threw it at an Ottoman cavalryman like a dead dog.

The latter dodged in horror, but was still hit on the head, because Pasha's body was relatively empty, so they were so entangled and fell......

"Hahahaha......"

Envoy Yang laughed wildly.

Then he ignored the Ottoman soldiers around him and turned straight towards the Ming army.

And the latter has already begun to move forward......

"I feel like it's the same with or without me in this world."

Yang Feng stood on the hill and looked at the battlefield below with emotion.

Although only three thousand Ming troops participated in the battle, and the others were all Zhaosheng troops, the situation was still overwhelming.

Three small phalanxes in the shape of three thousand Ming troops attacked and advanced on the battlefield, and the three phalanxes alternately covered, attracting the Ottomans and Bulgarians to attack, and then using the artillery on the high ground in the rear and the magic guns in their hands to shoot the enemy. Neither the Ottomans nor the Bulgarians had any experience in fighting the Ming army, and all they had was the legend of the Ottomans, Serbians and other soldiers who fled to the west in the last battle.

The latter, of course, is seriously fictional.

Therefore, they lacked understanding of the Ming army, and they still bravely attacked these three phalanxes.

Then, under the heavy fire, the corpses were scattered all over the field.

It's a well-designed firepower trap.

Because the Ming army leaned on the Golden Horn on one side and the high ground on the other, but deliberately left room for cavalry to outflank on the coast......

At sea are warships.

Although Zhu Di did not have heavy artillery battleships, but for those rapid-fire guns and field guns, even if it was a small merchant ship, it could also be carried, as for the magic machine gun in the hands of the soldiers, this small sampan would do, and after taking Galata, these warships all poured into the Golden Horn. The Ottoman cavalry, who did not know that these warships had a strike range of hundreds of meters, naturally tried to attack the Ming army from the flank, but they happened to fall into the range of these warships' shells and even bullets. On the warships dozens of meters from the shore, all kinds of light artillery and magic guns shot at the Ottoman cavalry crossing in front of them like targets, and on the other side of the latter, the fire of the Ming army's array was also shooting these cavalry.

As for the other side of the phalanx, there is a high ground thirty or forty meters high.

There's heavy artillery on top of that.

Even a heavy siege gun that had been painstakingly pushed up.

It was originally a position for bombardment of Galata, and there were not only heavy artillery, but also mortars, rockets, and heavy weapons.

The Bulgarians, who lacked an understanding of the range and power of these weapons, likewise crashed headlong into their strike range and then shattered in a shell strike.

"It's time to see it."

Zhang Fu, who is in charge of the command, said.

The signalman beside him waved the signal flag, and then on the hot air balloon overhead, the signalman gave the order to attack the waiting Zhaosheng army.

Zhang Fu looked at Ambassador Yang, who was still pretentious......

"Then hurry back, you are really not needed here."

He said.

"Indeed, it is your sister who needs me more."

Yang Feng said very seriously.

On the battlefield ahead, with the addition of the Zhaosheng army, the Ottoman and Bulgarian combined forces immediately began to rout.

With the loneliness of the invincible, Yang Feng turned around and hugged his new favorite, walked to the seaside to wait for his ferry, and after getting on the boat, he changed into his tartar suit and returned to the castle to convey Zhu Di's instructions to Manuel II, who obediently accepted it, but he watched the rout of the Ottomans from the city wall......

Of course, he definitely couldn't see Yang Feng tearing people apart.

The city wall of Junbao is at least a thousand meters away from the place where Yang Feng tore the living, and the Daming self-produced telescope in the hands of Manuel II does not have this ability.

The rout of the Ottoman and Bulgarian coalition strengthened Manuel II's determination to surrender, and since Zhu Di wanted him to attract reinforcements here, it would be better for him, and there was no need to take risks.

Yang Feng then left Junbao, as for his new favorite......

Of course, take it back.

And he also gave Manuel II a letter of surrender to the Ming Emperor with the latter, even if he had to cooperate with Zhu Di to act next, but this letter had to be sent to the Ming Dynasty first, and Isabella was his official messenger and followed Yang Feng to the Ming Dynasty, as for the identity, of course, it was given to a Roman princess. Anyway, the Ming is also the empress, and the ruling is also a princess, and Her Royal Highness the Princess of Rome represents the Roman Emperor to present a letter of surrender to the Ming Emperor to complete the key step of Rome's surrender to the Ming Dynasty.

It's also on the safe side.

Manuel II also knew that even if he really cooperated with Zhu Di, in fact, Zhu Di had the possibility of killing him after breaking the city.

He's not so innocent yet.

But he first surrendered to the Ming Emperor through Yang Feng, who could guarantee that Zhu Di would not dare to do so.

I understand it all.

Yang Feng took Isabella out of the castle and then overland through the Ottoman territory, where Isabella told the Ottomans in a public capacity that she had been ordered to go to Manuel II's other domain, the Duchy of Moria in the Peloponnese.

This explanation makes sense, after all, it is the safest place.

Then Yang Feng took the identity of her retinue, and in this way they first reached Adrianople, and then continued forward to avoid the allied forces of Issa and other troops who were attacking there, and went inland south to Greece, so as far as Athens, and then only six miles through the Great Wall into Moria. His original intention was to visit Greece, especially the cities of Athens and Sparta, and then find a port to hire a ship to Syria, and then to Basra, from where it would be faster to take the Ming merchant ships.

However......

Athens.

Parthenon.

It is still in ruins, in fact it is still used as an Orthodox church.

It's just that later the Ottomans used it as a fortress, especially an arsenal, and then it was killed by mortar shells during the Venetian siege.

"Oh yes, did he really drive the fleet over?"

Yang Feng stood in front of this temple, looking at the huge fleet on the sea in the distance.

The ships were spraying flames on the side of the ships, and the cannons were rolling like thunder, while the Venetian fleet, which had just arrived in the port of Athens, was being destroyed one by one under the bombardment of shells.

Zheng He's fleet arrived.

I don't know how he managed to complete this multi-thousand-mile voyage, but he did bring this huge fleet from Canton to Athens, and it doesn't seem that the losses were large, at least the number of warships did not seem to have decreased significantly. In fact, it should be more, but there are some more Arabian warships, which should be the North African pirates who followed him to make a profit, they blocked dozens of Venetian warships in the port of Athens, the latter was beaten helplessly, and their burning smoke filled the entire Athens.

A priest behind Yang Feng watched the destruction with horror.

"Tell him that if you want to save the city, go and tell the people below to surrender to this fleet honestly."

Yang Feng said.

Isabella hurried over to the priest.

(End of chapter)