Constantine XI was leaning against the gate of Saint Romanus.

Tiredness and sleepiness surged up like a tide. The battles of many consecutive days made the emperor, who was in his forties, exhausted.

After the Mass, I took a rare nap here.

Outside the city, the Ottoman Empire's horn sounded again.

He knew that this time, it was the enemy's general attack.

Looking around, accompanied by the sound of shocking shouts and the sound of artillery fire, Ottoman soldiers rushed over like a tide.

This time, Mohammed II started playing tricks.

He organized suicide squads to try to wipe out the spirit of the defending city. When the enemy is exhausted, he will organize an elite army to launch a final impact on the enemy.

This part of the plan seems seamless.

Due to the weak combat effectiveness of the suicide squad and the geographical advantage, the Constantinople firmly gained the upper hand. It is worth noting that Mohammed II's tactics played a role. Under the exhaustion of these suicide squads, the defenders were on the verge of collapse in terms of their energy and morale.

You should know that there are only a few thousand people in Constantinople, and they need to change defenses back and forth to stabilize the defense line. In this round-trip run, the consumption is even greater than that of the Ottomans.

Just as the vigorous energy of the Constantinople defenders was exhausted, the next wave of offensive surged up.

An elite Anatolian soldier!

When the Eastern Roman Empire still controlled the Anatolian region, the soldiers in this area were also the elite of the Eastern Roman Empire, but now they have become sharp scimitars in the hands of the Ottomans.

They were wearing elite chain mail and rushed up to the city walls. The exhausted Constantinople were in chaos. At this critical moment, the bells in the city rang, and Constantinople began to use all their power to try to stop the crazy Ottomans!

What is frustrating is that the commander Giustiniani was hit by a stray bullet and was seriously injured and had to go back for treatment. The chaos of the defenders who learned that the chief general was seriously injured seriously affected the morale. The Ottomans seized this opportunity and climbed the city wall!

At this moment, Constantine XI resolutely rushed to the front line.

He was not afraid of the stones and went on a battle to kill the enemy himself, comforting and encouraging every soldier. The morale of the Constantinople defenders was greatly boosted. With the unity, they drove the Ottomans off the city wall again and saved them from danger again.

However, fate made a joke on Constantinople.

Not far from the front battlefield, several Ottoman soldiers broke between the two city walls like headless flies. They were surprised to find that a small city gate called to the inner city was quietly opened.

This city gate is called Corkpota Gate, which is the only way for Constantinople to enter and exit.

In normal times, this is a trivial matter.

But now this is a war period! This is definitely the life and death that determines the situation of the war!

Several Ottoman Guard soldiers rubbed their eyes and couldn't believe the facts in front of them. They communicated with each other and decided to make a breakthrough. Anyway, it was a death, so it would be better to take a risk!

As it turns out, they succeeded.

When these guards appeared in the inner city, they were frightened to death. In a panic, someone shouted: "Constantinople have been captured!"

As soon as the deadly rumor sounded, Constantinople's morale collapsed in an instant. The mercenaries who tried to ensure Constantinople thought they had been betrayed and fled one after another. Constantinople's XI looked at the rushing wolf in front of him, their eyes were bloodshot and heartbroken.

He lifted the great sword and became a brave man who was rushing toward the harbor.

He had decided that as the Roman emperor, his best destination was his death in front of the capital gate.

He prayed in his heart.

"God...I am your unqualified believer..."

"Not only did you not spread your glory to the barren land, but your country was completely ruined..."

"But...if you are really as omniscient and omnipotent as the believers say..."

"Please listen to my prayers..."

"Save my people...Save my Rome..."

While praying, Constantine waved his sword and cut over a ferocious Ottoman Guard.

Just when he was desperate, there were sounds in his mind.

"Are you joining the chat group of the world?"

He did not hesitate at all, like a drowning man who grabbed the last straw, happily chose to confirm.

[System Tips: Constantine XI joined the group chat]

As soon as he entered the group, he couldn't wait to send a message.

Constantine XI: "Lord, have you finally responded to the prayer of your devout servant..."

The Greek Lord, automatically translated into God.

The fairy who had a good deal worked very hard and asked Chu Yi directly: "@官网官网, your believers are looking for you."

The Lord of Qixia Palace: "Who...uh? Constantine XI?"

Constantine XI: "Omnipotent Lord... Please save my Rome and my Constantinople! She is about to be captured by the pagans... The Ottoman Sultan ordered that on the day the city was broken, he would plunder and slaughter... "

The fairy worked very hard: "Oh, this is too much, right? It's so savage..."

So Constantine XI heard an invitation.

[The group leader Qixia Palace Master invites you to start the live broadcast. Do you agree?]

[The group leader Qixia Palace Master is requesting to connect to your world. Do you agree?]

As a devout believer, Constantine clicked to confirm without thinking.

The live broadcast is started in the group.

What a picture it was? Under the dawn light, the lonely city was standing beside the Bosphorus Strait. The walls were like tides that rushed into the bearded soldiers wearing Fess hats or turbans. Behind Constantine, the terrified citizens and soldiers were running wildly.

Chu Yi understood that this was the day when Constantinople fell on May 29, 1453.

As a Chinese, he could best understand the tragic tragedy of the end of the empire.

Just like the Battle of Yashan and the End of Coal Mountain, what else can resonate with the Chinese is the demise of the Eastern Roman Empire.

He sighed, used the spell blessed by voice, and said, "My believers..."

A thunderous voice resounded through the sky, and both the Ottoman soldiers who were crowding into the city and the fleeing Constantinople defenders couldn't help but stop and hold their breath.

It's so strange. I've never heard of such a strange language, but everyone knows what he is saying.

Both groups of people were praying secretly, hoping that this voice came from the gods they believed in.

"Constantinople is the holy city of God, and should not be blasphemed!"

The majestic voice sounded again.

"I specially granted the Roman Emperor Constantine de Lagarese Valleole the long holy sword to defend my glory."

“—So said by God.”

A great sword with a strong white holy light shining down from the sky and landed in front of Constantine XI. Then, a holy light falling from the sky enveloped him.

As the holy light disappeared, the onlookers took a breath of air. Constantine, who had originally had a fair and elegant black hair, had become a handsome and elegant young man.

After a while of silence, a strong cheer erupted from the Constantinople camp, and the sound waves rose and rushed straight into the sky.

Constantine XI drew out the holy sword and swung it with one sword. The sword energy brought up cut a Ottoman soldier who was pressing on the Roman women into two sections. The sword energy continued to decay, and then cut off more than a dozen Ottoman soldiers along the way and sank into the thick Theodossi walls.

The divine voice sounded again.

"I said, my believers will be healthy as before!"

"I say, Giovanni Giustiniani, to defend my glory, and be blessed!"
Chapter completed!