People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 658 Fighting General
Orhan led his army to station at the Schönbrunn Gate. He was flattered but also felt a heavy pressure when the Emperor decided to entrust him with the defense of the four southern gates.

Most of the soldiers under his command were Greeks.

After he was baptized in Hagia Sophia and demonstrated his bravery as a descendant of dragon blood, with the support of the emperor, he was recognized by his officers and soldiers.

Genoa's reinforcements were concentrated on the northern section of the city wall, assisted by Greek militia. The Venetians and Genoa were sworn enemies, so the Venetian militia in the concession area were mostly concentrated on the middle section of the city wall where His Majesty the Emperor was personally stationed.

After receiving the order, Orhan subconsciously showed a trace of worry on his face.

"Your Majesty wants me to fight?"

He carefully examined the wax seal on the order document, took a deep breath, and made up his mind.

"Prepare the horses and go to the stables!"

He rushed to the animal pen and saw the Sharp-clawed Dragon, which had been restless due to the tense atmosphere on the battlefield, pacing back and forth. He quickly reached in and stroked its scales to comfort it.

"You feel it too, mate. But it's okay, I'll fight alongside you!"

He ordered his men to open the animal pens, jumped onto the dragon's back, and took the giant lance, kite shield, javelin, and long sword handed to him by the servants, and hung them one by one on the hooks on the dragon's saddle.

Roar--

The Sharp-Clawed Dragon escaped from the cage, leaving two deep marks on the ground with its two front claws as sharp as blades, and then walked towards the city gate at Orhan's urging.

One of the guards nearby said worriedly, "Sir, why don't you ask His Majesty to take back his order?"

In the eyes of the guards, Orhan was undoubtedly a thorn in the side of Mahamu II. If Orhan went to fight like this, Murad's young but brutal son would definitely send people to kill him at all costs.

"This is the opportunity your majesty has given me to announce to my subjects that I am still alive."

Orhan had a solemn expression, he had imagined this scene countless times, but when that day really came, he couldn't help feeling a little panic in his heart. Who among the Osmanoglu family would not be afraid of his nephew who had tamed the three-headed dragon of Murad II at such a young age?
He raised his head and looked at the looming black giant shadow in the clouds. His eyes instantly turned into golden animal pupils. He raised his voice, the fear in his heart was covered by the boiling dragon blood, and he said in high spirits: "Mahamu, your uncle is here!"

The steel gate creaked up.

With a roar, a sharp-clawed dragon that was more than three meters tall and five meters long rushed out with a roar.

Although it was called a little guy by Lothar, it was still a formidable beast compared to a warhorse. Moreover, after being replenished with Lothar's blood and devouring a large amount of flesh and blood, the shriveled body of the Claw Dragon recovered.

In addition, it and Orhan, who share the same blood, are more able to communicate with each other's minds. When the two sides are combined, their fighting power is far more than just one plus one equals two.

The enemy generals outside the city were still shouting and cursing.

Orhan suddenly rushed out and launched a charge at the first moment. The distance of more than a thousand meters was crossed by the claw dragon in less than a minute: "How dare you, a despicable person, insult the great emperor and his subjects!"

Orhan's shouts rang like thunder in the ears of the enemy generals.

"Dragon"

The enemy looked at this scene in disbelief, clamped their legs against the horse's belly, and tried to escape.

But when it got closer, the sharp-clawed dragon, which was thought to be charging at full speed, really displayed its extreme speed. It kicked its legs and leaped directly into the air behind him.

He stabbed hastily, but Orhan caught the spear with his bare hands, drew his sword and cut off his head.

The victorious Orhan, holding high the head of the enemy general in his hand, stood at the foot of the city wall and shouted loudly: "The pagans surrender, Rome will win!"

The morale of the defenders was greatly boosted.

"God bless me!"

"Rome must win!"

The atmosphere on the other side seemed a little solemn.

Some old officials whispered in the corner where no one could see them, "Is it Orhan?"

"Yes, it is the bloodline of the dragon taming family."

They had a lot of thoughts in their minds, and they thought of the letter sent by the Greek emperor, but no one dared to say anything more. The young Mahmud II had already eliminated the disobedience in the court and the country, took control of the Janissary Guards, and held great power.

The reason why Lothar sent Orhan to supervise the southern city wall and took the initiative to fight at this time was to make Orhan famous. His loyalty was beyond doubt after he was transformed into a dragon-blooded follower.

Afterwards, even if he gave up micromanagement and let the world evolve on its own, Orhan would not betray him.

If this battle was ultimately won, Orhan would become an important bargaining chip in Lothar's hands. At that time, he would even consider granting Orhan the title of co-emperor in order to win the service of the Ottoman subjects as much as possible.

The templates obtained from the simulated battle are closely related to the achievements made.

If possible, he did not want to just barely win, fight the Ottomans to a draw and ultimately see the fortress of Constantine fall to the Latins or new Turkish warlords.

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In the clouds, the young and ambitious Mahamu II watched the situation unfold below with a mocking smile on his face.

He recalled the blackmail that the Greek emperor had inflicted on him.

"You poor idiot, you really think I care about a piece of crap like Orhan."

He pretended to agree to the Greek emperor's request just to show his rebellion and disloyalty to the ministers of the kingdom, so that those conservatives who were unwilling to start a war and put the stability of the kingdom first after the death of his father King Murad would not be able to oppose the reasons for war he proposed.

There are quite a large number of conservatives represented by these old guys. Some of them have received money from the Romans, and some of them are afraid of another Varna Crusade.

In this attack on Constantinople, a large number of Zoroastrians from the Balkans to Asia Minor, under the call of Sufi orders and numerous brotherhoods, resolutely participated in this jihad to conquer Constantinople.

If he wins, he will gain supreme prestige and honor no less than that of the Zoroastrian Patriarch, laying the foundation for the Ottoman dynasty's hegemony.

But if you lose.
Oh, how is it possible.

Mahamu II sneered.

As for Orhan, although he had royal blood, he was just a loser in the previous generation's competition for the throne. He was never taken seriously by him. Even if he became a dragon knight, a mere clawed dragon was just an ant compared to his three-headed black dragon.

No matter how stupid those old guys are, they still know how to compare size. It is impossible for them to support Orhan just because of such a small thing.

According to his original plan, he should ride the three-headed magic dragon to Constantinople today. No matter how strong the city walls engraved with magic circles are, they cannot even protect the sky. But he always feels that things may not go so smoothly.

There was a faint aura coming from the city that made him feel anxious.

But this aura was definitely not from the two opponents he had identified.

In the entire Roman region (the name of the Balkan Peninsula at that time), there were only two enemies that he took seriously.

One of them is Hunyadi and his Order of the Dragon.

He has terrifying blood magic hidden in his body, but as long as his true spirit has not awakened, the Piercing Man is not worth mentioning and can only be considered half a magician.

As for the Albanian Skanderbeg, that despicable traitor, he had only won a few insignificant victories by taking advantage of the terrain. In his opinion, he was at most a half-rival.

"Is it a dragon-shooting crossbow?"

Mahamu II suddenly remembered this information.

He looked at the calm emperor on the city wall and felt a little unhappy.

In his opinion, the Greek emperor should now be filled with despair, even crying bitterly - the Crusade on which he placed his hopes could not be restarted no matter how the old Pope called on him.

Although the merchants in Venice and Genoa kept making small moves in private, no one dared to really break off relations with him.

"Poor self-righteous wretch."

"If the dragon-shooting crossbow is all you rely on, the delicious red apple of the Queen of Cities will be mine."

Mahamu II murmured in a low voice.

However, the subsequent development of the situation was somewhat beyond his expectations.

This uncle whom he had never met was actually very powerful. Unlike a dragon tamer like himself who mainly relied on enhancing the dragon's combat power and commanding its battles, Orhan's fighting style was more like a "dragon rider" like Hunyadi.

After his victory, he did not return to Constantinople, but instead held the head in his hand and shouted curses at his own camp.

"I understand. You want to use this method to anger me so as to attract me to fight, and then use the Dragon Shooting Crossbow to deal with me."

Mahamu II suppressed the passion that a young man should have, calmed down his emotions, and sent a message: "Send Zahir Pasha and his pet to fight, and tell him that he will not return until he takes Orhan's head."

The army had just arrived, and it would take at least a week to build the camp and assemble the siege equipment.

Unless he took action himself, or ignored casualties and let the cannon fodder soldiers carry ladders and go to slaughter the defenders.

Otherwise, the most intense confrontation during this period would be this kind of fight in front of the formation.