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Chapter 661: Booming Gunfire
Early morning of the sixth day.

A thin mist descended over Constantinople, obscuring the vast Ottoman camp below, which looked like an endless sea.

The defenders looked much more relaxed. They chatted with each other and swallowed their breakfast with difficulty amid the pungent smell of blood in the air.

A conservative estimate is that the enemy left thousands of corpses outside the city yesterday alone.

The temperature is now getting warmer. Experienced mercenaries believe that what they smell today is just the smell of blood, but in a few days, the smell will be rotten. Those who can't eat now will be even less likely to eat on that day.

"Oh, no, if you can't stand even the smell of blood, you will definitely not live to see that day."

By noon, the mist gradually dissipated.

The huge siege camp came into view again, and the faces of the defenders, who had been chatting and laughing, became depressed again.

With a loud bang.

A huge solid stone bullet hit Constantinople with a terrifying force that shook the world.

boom--

The stone bullet hit the city wall, but the violent vibration was transmitted to the ground in less than a second. The city wall hit by it was still solid, and there was not even a crack on the bricks.

Mahamu II, standing next to the cannon, cast a cold gaze at the Hungarian craftsman beside him.

The craftsman named Urban said quickly, "It's the power of magic, Your Majesty. The Greeks buried a magic circle in the city wall. This is the reason why the Theodosian Wall has continued to exist since its construction. But the power of the magic circle of the Theodosian Wall is limited. The Greeks haven't produced a legendary spellcaster for hundreds of years, and the craftsmanship of repairing the magic circle has long been lost. So as long as the wall continues to be bombarded, it will definitely be broken."

Mahamu II's cold voice came: "Urban, I have placed the highest trust in you and will treat you ten times better than any other craftsman in the empire. Don't let me down."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Urban fell to his knees in fear.

After a long time, he stood up with the help of his servants.

Looking at the familiar city wall and the flying four-beta flag, he sighed with a complicated expression. He once served the Greek emperor, and Constantine XI treated him with courtesy.

Unfortunately, impoverished Rome could not afford the horrific expenses of casting cannons, and the salary he received was pitifully low.

But who could blame an emperor whose crown, when he ascended the throne, was decorated with fake gems and whose purple robe was covered with patches?

I'm sorry, Your Majesty.

He silently made a cross in his heart, and then resolutely gave the order loudly: "Clean the barrel and prepare for the second round of firing!"

The test firing of the Urban Cannon was just the beginning.

The Ottomans deployed artillery positions, and hundreds of artillery pieces all began to fire their weapons. After the mist dissipated, layers of pungent smoke rose again under the city of Constantinople.

Although the magic circle buried in the Theodosian Wall protected the wall from being attacked.

But people still feel a little anxious as to how long the magic circle, which has not been repaired for a long time, can last.

In addition, the outermost one was not included in the three city walls. It was only 1.5 meters high and was built on the edge of the moat. It was used to snipe the enemy and fill up the moat. There was no magic array set up in the battle wall, and it soon collapsed under the enemy's bombardment.

Once the enemy has filled in the moat, they will have one less obstacle to overcome and can attack the city walls directly.

In addition to artillery, the large-scale trebuchet positions are equally frightening.

Giant catapults began to fire flaming projectiles.

But the Ottomans soon discovered that after the flaming projectiles hit the city walls or inside the city, they quickly lost their temperature, and the splashing sparks failed to cause any disaster. All the flames seemed to no longer be hot and could not ignite any fire starter.

But this is just the only good news among countless bad news.

In the enemy camp, there was no attempt to conceal the huge siege towers and battering rams that were visible to the naked eye, and even the busy work of digging tunnels and packing the excavated soil into bags to fill the moat.

In the past, the barbarians were shocked by the fortifications and stone bridges that the Roman legions built so quickly, but now the situation has been reversed.

The army of Mahamu II, who controlled a vast territory, inherited most of the Roman heritage and had countless craftsmen serving him, was openly showing the Christians that his attack would be simultaneous from the sea, the sky, the land, and even underground.

The artillery fire roared and the momentum was huge, but the flags of the four βs were still flying high.

The emperor in a purple robe, with one hand on his sword, was listening to his subjects reporting on the damage to various sections of the city wall. As expected, the enemy's attack focus was on the middle section, which was the weakest section of the city wall and was guarded by him personally.

"Any movement from the Genoese in Galata?"

"They claimed they were threatened and had to cut off the food supplies that came to support us."

Is it just cutting off support?

Losa breathed a sigh of relief. "Always keep an eye on the movements of the Genoese in Galata. Don't put all your hopes on the spies we bribed. If there is an emergency, we may not be able to react."

The best scenario is that Galata remains neutral. Once Galata falls to his side, he has no confidence in defending Constantinople and sending people to support Galata from being occupied by the Ottomans.

Falling to the enemy would be even more terrifying, as it would mean the loss of the Golden Horn. The enemy's fleet, with its overwhelming numerical advantage, would easily defeat the Roman fleet that had lost its iron chain defense line and threaten Constantinople's sea wall defense line.

But it is predictable that the Ottomans would not allow the Genoese in Galata to remain neutral. Once the Ottoman offensive was thwarted and the losses were too severe, Mahamut II would either attack Galata or stage the famous scene of sailing on dry land.

After he finished speaking, he climbed up the city wall again.

"Your Majesty, it's very dangerous on the city wall now!"

Lothar shook his head and said, "I have to tell the soldiers that I am with them. This is my promise to them."

His only hope for reinforcements, the Knights Hospitaller of Rhodes Island, did not respond.

Perhaps, like the Commercial Republic, it is caught up in disputes.

Some of the emperor's trusted ministers who heard the news seemed to have expected it. Instead of being disappointed, they comforted the emperor: "Your Majesty, those Europeans are not trustworthy. Instead of counting on them, we should count on the pagans of Karaman to send troops to contain them at this time."

He sighed in his heart, it is better to rely on oneself than on others. In terms of running around and seeking help, the brothers John and Constantine have done well enough.

As for the Karaman Bey State, it was once the Ottoman Empire's biggest enemy in Asia Minor, and stabbed the Ottoman Empire in the back several times when the Ottoman Empire attacked the Rumelia region.

The Ottomans hated the Karamanians for betraying their fellow countrymen and obstructing the cause of jihad.

The Karamanians angrily accused the Ottomans of driving pagans to fight and slaughtering their own brothers. The two sides were already hostile to each other. Even though they had intermarried with each other, this did not change the relationship between the two sides.

After all, it is still Asia Minor, which cannot accommodate two superpowers.

However, Karaman had declined because of its previous defeats in the Ottoman Empire. In order to prevent the Karaman from causing trouble, the Ottomans left enough troops to guard the border.

In fact, Karaman Bey was in a similar situation to Constantine XI. Both of them were already dead bones in the grave, and they were only able to survive by relying on the two banners of Timur and the Mamluk dynasty.

They are indeed more trustworthy than the Latins.

But I am powerless.