People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 663 Anxiety
The soldiers defending the city cheered as they watched the enemy troops abandon the burning siege towers, leave behind a pile of debris, and flee from the city walls in a panic.

At this moment, both the Greeks and the Venetians were cheering for once again defeating the pagan attack.

But soon, the smiles disappeared from their faces which were blackened by gun smoke.

The enemy's offensive returned again, more fiercely than last time.

The siege tower covered with iron sheets slowly approached. This siege tower was six stories high, and the top three floors were equipped with shooting holes. Before they got close, muskets were found in the shooting holes and arrows were shot at the city wall.

A soldier operating a Greek fire thrower was shot in the head by an arrow just as he was about to aim at the siege tower.

The Qiexue troops around Lothar launched a counterattack. With their exquisite archery skills, many of their arrows were able to pass through the shooting holes and hit the enemies behind them.

Soon, someone else took over the position of the Greek soldier, turned the flamethrower and aimed at the siege tower. The hot fuel turned into a fire snake the moment it came into contact with the air, but only a brilliant light shield lit up on the siege tower, and the fire snake sprayed on it slid directly to the side.

Lothar shouted, "Stop using Greek fire and prepare to engage the enemy!"

Constantinople had ample stores of food and cisterns of water.

However, there was a large gap in arrows, materials for Greek fire, gunpowder and other city defense equipment. Constantinople, which had lost its limbs and torso and was left with only a head, still had to share three-quarters of its profits with Venice and Genoa.

The most lacking thing was the fuel for Greek fire. As for the rest of the city defense equipment, at least there was support from the Venetians in the concession. Before that, the Genoese in Galata also sent a batch of supplies before reaching an agreement with the Ottomans.

But Greek fire was the empire’s secret, a heritage that even the empire itself had only just recovered, so how could it possibly prepare too much?

"Prepare to engage the enemy!"

The orders were passed down one by one.

The Venetian administrator, a sturdy man with the lion of St. Mark tattooed on his robe, stood on the city wall at the head of the troops, beating his shield with his weapon: "Come on, let the pagans see our power!"

"Roar!"

Behind him, the Venetian soldiers from the concession roared.

Although most Venetians were profit-seeking businessmen, there were also devout and courageous holy warriors, but these people often did not hold high positions.

The one who holds power in Venice today is no longer the Doge, but the Council of Ten. They are best described as short-sighted, profit-seeking, bickering with each other, and administratively inefficient.

"Don't let those Latin bastards look down on us Romans!"

A Greek general shouted loudly, ordering the soldiers hiding behind the bunkers to raise their shields and go to the top of the city wall to prepare for the enemy: "Stand up and prepare to meet the enemy, for God, for Rome!"

boom--

With a loud bang, the baffle hanging on the top of the siege tower fell heavily on the city wall. The Ghazi warriors wearing white or black turbans rushed out one after another, shouting "The holy fire will burn forever, the highest and greatest" in their mouths.

They waved their scimitars and round shields like waves hitting the rocks. The first soldiers to climb onto the city wall were pierced through the bodies by the spears of the defenders in the blink of an eye.

A red spiritual light transformed into a giant lion in mid-air, with fangs and claws bared, and rushed into the defenders' formation, ramming them violently. The Ghazi warriors behind him immediately swarmed forward and opened a gap.

Losa, who had an overview of the overall situation, saw clearly that it was the enemy's spellcaster, a veiled woman hiding in the siege tower who was causing trouble. Constantine XI's memory immediately reminded him of this person's identity: a female sheikh called Fatima, who was also the leader of the Sisterhood, a branch of the Ottoman Brotherhood.

This lion transformed by magic has quite strong fighting power. The Venetian administrator and his guards, each of them has strong fighting power, but they can only barely protect themselves when they join forces. Even if the weapons in their hands hurt it, the magic power will be replenished in the blink of an eye to heal its injuries.

Lothar drew out the shining cross sword and rushed forward to fight with the lion. He had many hidden cards, which he had not revealed yet. Mahamu II was also holding back. So far, Lothar had not truly felt the power of the three-headed dragon.

It all depends on who loses patience first.

"Be careful, Your Majesty!"

The Venetian administrator suddenly shouted.

But Lothar dealt with a summoned creature casually. The moment a black light came from behind him, he dodged sideways. He seemed to be in a state of danger in order to avoid being seen too much by the enemy.

The black light hit the wall bricks and immediately corroded a big hole. It turned out to be a black dagger that was poisoned.

The Brotherhood is not only a religious organization, but also, like the Assassins, is good at assassination. The Ottoman king is its supreme leader. Over the years, the Ottomans have been conquering all over the world, and their presence has never been absent.

The attack missed, and the assassins rushed towards Lothar from all directions.

The female Sheikh who controlled the lion also knew Losa's identity, and immediately ordered the lion to try to entangle Losa regardless of its own safety.

Lothar tightly grasped the cross sword in his hand, the red tyrannical dragon core on the hilt was blazing with fire, and a layer of dragon flame rose from the sword edge. When the assassins were about to rush to him, his face showed a cold expression, and with one sword he cut the flying lion in half.

The summoned creature was destroyed, and the female Sheikh hiding in the siege tower immediately let out a shrill scream.

Immediately afterwards, a huge fire broke out.

When the flames dissipated, the assassins were reduced to shriveled and charred corpses.

In front of the female sheikh, Lothar picked up the black dagger that was dipped in poison from the ground. Above her veil, her beautiful green eyes immediately widened with fear, and the omen of death kept echoing in her heart.

How is it possible? How could this Greek emperor take care of twelve elite Brotherhood assassins in an instant?
whoosh-

The black light flew out of his hand, penetrated the thick siege tower shell, and destroyed the magic shield covering the female Sheikh with ease, and directly nailed the female Sheikh's heart.

Lothar had resolved the battle, but other places on the city walls were still in the midst of a melee.

These Ghazi warriors are extremely powerful and well-equipped. Among them are many elite brotherhood members hiding among the many Ghazi. If they suddenly attack, they will surely take the life of a defender.

clang--

The iron shield blocked a stabbing attack from a brotherhood member at the critical moment.

The person who was rescued was a Venetian.

The rescuer was a Greek soldier, his face under the helmet full of unwillingness.

"Thank you."

"No need. If it weren't for the Ottomans, you Latin guys would be the people I hate the most."

The Greeks in Constantinople hated the Venetians deeply. The two sides had been entangled for hundreds of years. The former had launched the Latin Massacre, and the latter had led the Crusaders to capture Constantinople.

There is no hope that both sides can work together to overcome difficulties.

So far, there has been no large-scale fighting between the two sides, which is because his prestige is high enough and the pressure from the Ottomans is strong enough.

The rescued Venetian soldier was not angry, but smiled and said: "You are responsible for the left side, I am responsible for the right side, let's see who can kill more pagans?"

"Ha, that's ridiculous."

The Greek soldiers expressed disdain but did not act rashly and stood in a row with the Venetians.

Although many Greek nobles claimed that they would rather wear the Ottoman turban than worship the triple crown of the Latin Church, the real interests involved were church people or nobles. Even if they changed their masters, they could still live well in the more relaxed religious environment of the Ottomans.

There were also many Greek nobles serving under Mahamud II. They were afraid of Murad II's reputation and would often take the initiative to serve without the need to send troops. The Ottoman monarchs would also often generously grant them the qualifications to rule their old territories.

But the situation is different for lower-class citizens and ordinary soldiers.

(End of this chapter)