"Oh?......"

Seeing Cybertron say this, Andrei III obviously felt a little unbearable on his face. However, what Cybertron said is also true, he came the fastest and ran the hardest, and the distance was the farthest, so why let himself go first?

Castillone's translation is: "Our army is on an expedition and needs more rest. I don't know how many enemies are entrenched in Greece, and there should be more reinforcements. There is absolutely no problem in participating in the war, but our army will not be meaningless cannon fodder. ”

"...... said Right. Andrei III nodded, touched his Hungarian-style two slender mustaches, and said: "Well, how about sending the Cossack cavalry to Greece with His Royal Highness the Prince on the right flank?"

Cybertron doesn't think it's possible to hold someone's mouth down with a word. He's the shortest here -- yes, he's the shortest! How could Nima not have a goblin like or goblin? Isn't that shorter than himself? really...... It looks like we're going to have to find a few goblins, gnomes, or dwarves in the future.

"I think the whole army should press together and attack the enemy outside Constantinople. When the time comes...... "grass, there is no word in this world to besiege Wei and save Zhao:" We [encircle the point to send reinforcements], and we can save Greece from being besieged - I don't understand why we should take Greece into account, the most critical place in the entire battlefield is clearly Constantinople. If you lose it, what if you save Greece?"

"The same is true of our thinking - except that the battlefield should be on the road from Constantinople to Greece. Andrei III's rhetoric is also very pertinent: "We want to keep the army defending Constantinople divided - to attack the Greek region." So that we can gather superior forces and attack Constantinople......"

...... After talking for a long time, I'm still cannon fodder?

Of course, after saying this, Andrei III himself felt as if he had slipped his mouth. So he hurriedly turned the words back: "However, at that time, as long as the enemy divides his troops to save you, you can retreat, and you can resist and entangle the enemy army a little." Greece has rugged terrain and it is not difficult to believe this ......"

After hearing this, Cybertron felt that there was really no reason in this world, and it was as if he would be sold no matter where he was. In an instant, he finally realized that he was just a little monkey with blond hair in a group of bearded [adults].

"The people of Bourkeso have been fighting in this land since antiquity. Cybertron stood up, his low, neutral voice echoing through the chamber. Everyone listened to him silently, and the fact that his Erlan English was translated into German by the courtiers around him: "Thousands of years of war have taught us enough experience in this land—that armies march as swift as the wind, and in formations as neat as mountains." Be as merciless as fire when attacking, and as solid as a mountain when defending. The first mile of our army must seem to the enemy as unpredictable as the weather, and when it is launched, it must be like thunder!--these six points are the summary of the thousand-year-old war history of our Bulkeso people, and to put it mildly, the god of war of those years...... Well. ”

Suddenly halfway through the conversation, everyone's addiction was suddenly aroused. It seems like the first time I've heard of something like this...... Ahh Do the European barbarians learn the art of war? Of course, they also learn it, and the hooligans must have a scientific ideological guidance, otherwise how can they get out of this line of work? Everyone generally learns Caesar's -- that, in simple terms, is one battle example and story after another. I, Caesar, great, glorious, right, how many barbarians I have killed today, and I, Caesar, have marched swiftly to defeat the Germans - to be honest, the content is very good, the writing is clear and the content is exciting. It's a pity that the Gallic Wars...... The blueprint is Caesar's report letter to the Senate, and the smell of the mole is stronger, which is not a very good method.

Otherwise, every sentence of the real fight is to teach you how to prepare for war efficiently, kill in war, and defeat the enemy more efficiently.

Considering that Cybertron, a Bourkeso, was indeed a family member who once served as the god of war, and then overthrew the fallen evil god of war. This...... Of course, in the eyes of many people, there is no secret at all in the war years, which is to face each other to see who can kill whom.

Everyone listened to Cybertron's words, but that's all there was to it - they were an ancient race, and they all smelled of war.

So he was silent and returned to his position: "Sue him, he will not go to Constantinople, I will go! I signed a rescue contract with Emperor Constantine XXIII, not with him." ”

Cybertron felt like it was being taken advantage of.

A group of Slavs in northeastern Europe did not have a negative intelligence value, and after thinking about it for more than ten seconds, it seemed that they felt that they were using themselves as bait, and they immediately spoke out against it.

The first meeting ended unhappily, and the final general tone was set. The holy army set out together, and the whole army went to the end of Constantinople - if you want to die, everyone will die together, and no one will run.

The question is......

There was such a big argument here, and there was even a discussion about who would bear the blame if they lost, but ...... It seems that everyone has forgotten, how many soldiers are there in Constantinople?

- Constantinople -

What is the concept of an army of 100,000 heretics? It's definitely not just 100,000, and that's going to be easy. Among them, the monster race accounted for about 20,000 horses - just a few hundred giant Anubis were enough for people to stand it. If you start from a human point of view, then Constantinople really had to hold on. Otherwise......

As mentioned earlier, the leader of the Crescent Holy War, Modra III, was a philanthropist, and although his brutal nature was in line with the basic moral conduct of a tyrant, he had the heart of a wise monarch - which is more difficult. He does not discriminate against any religion, from the Bahri Dynasty in Egypt, the Abyssinian region at the end of the world, the Atif Dynasty in the peninsula, etc., he has gathered countless excellent local monster troops.

To be honest, maybe Cybertron is still preconceived as an otherworldly, with a lot of empirical mistakes. To think that jihad is a fight between two religions is actually not at all. Even mercenaries of hostile religions will join their own jihadist forces for money, in the Anadorian Plateau or the Span Peninsula. For a long time, the Crescent Moon still couldn't change the faith of the Holy Light Sect. So he gave up on himself or gave these Holy Light Sects privileges (true story, but the name should be changed). As a result, you can basically see the army of the Holy Light Sect in the war ranks of the Crescent Moon Sect.

On August 15, Modra III, who had been besieging Constantinople for more than a month, looked happily at the imminent fall of the capital.

"I have only one request: Constantinople. ”

It was about impassioned generosity, but now it's ...... What I watched was urging people to pee.

The spies reported that the defenders of Constantinople were definitely no more than 10,000 men, and the theoretical value should fluctuate at 8,000 - so now the question is, why can't he defeat his own army of 100,000!!

Is it because there are fortifications along the coast of Constantinople? Is it because there are two layers of the Golden Horn on the back!(You don't know what despair is until you go into the first floor)Is it because there is a trench 100 feet deep outside the city!?

What about the good solid country and the danger of mountain streams?

To be honest, Modra III feels like he's in a good place right now.

At the beginning, he used the mage of the crescent moon to smash it with large-scale magic, but the mage on the opposite side was even more ruthless, and he actually reinvented the space to strengthen the city wall. It's useless for a warlock to smash it with hellfire, and it's useless to blast it with cataclysm. The Anubis Colossus army hammered the gates with a giant engineering hammer, and was defeated by the counter-charge of the Norse Giant Guards. The responsibility for filling in the trenches and erecting the ladders fell on the air cavalry. These crescent Wyvern Knights are targeted by Dwarven Griffon Knights with ground-assisted firepower.

Modra III can not be said to be a heroic master, and he forcibly put the usual individual troops ...... Or, because of religious, regional, or traditional beliefs, people are accustomed to (or must be restricted) to use a single class of troops together. Two-front combat on land and air. He even had a group of yodelers dig tunnels, but unfortunately it didn't seem to work well. The tunnels were discovered, and all old Timo was buried in the ground, and his death was horrific.

Modra III was very sleepy, and when he attacked the Annatorian Plateau, each city could definitely be defeated in no more than two days, and some surrendered directly without even fighting. At the beginning, he was full of self-confidence, and he began the siege without letting the army repair...... To be honest, it's nothing, the army can take turns to rest at this time. But...... When Nima said "I only want Constantinople", it was like going out to buy a bread, "I just want bean paste filling".

Now it's good, how big a face, how big eyes now!

"Hoo ......"

The Sultan, who is known as "handsome", is no longer young at this moment, and he is in his forties with a short black hair that is shorter than that of Europeans. As well as a black beard that is much longer than in Europe.

He took off the yarmulme hat on his head and put it aside a little tiredly. Improvised ...... outside the city However, after a month of repair, it has become a simple palace, and even a palace that can be papaed. His civil and military ministers, noble generals, and generals stood on the left and right. The day's offensive ended in failure, which was somewhat frustrating.

Leaning on the precious Magic Tung short-legged table, sitting cross-legged on the lamb cotton carpet. Modra III had his hand on his head, and he had been feeling some palpitations lately - perhaps because of the years of fighting?

"My great sultan?" and his chief of internal affairs (eunuch) asked him softly, "...... Do you want to pass on the imperial doctor?"