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Chapter 669 Night Attack
It was raining heavily on the city wall.

The candles swaying under the eaves would occasionally emit a puff of green smoke due to the invasion of raindrops and mosquitoes.

The Roman militia, with the help of faint candlelight, braved the heavy rain and pushed the pile of corpses to the open space between the first low wall and the city wall. When the weather cleared, they poured kerosene on them and burned them.

The soldier, with a sleepy face and yawning, was on guard at the foot of the tower.

Today's battle is a huge test of the fighting will of both the attackers and defenders.

In just one day, the casualties of the defenders reached a terrifying number of over 1,200, which was one-tenth of the total strength of the defenders. Compared with the protracted offensive and defensive battle, this casualty figure was already terrifying.

At the end of the day, everyone was exhausted. The exhausted defenders took advantage of the rainy night to retreat to the inside of the city wall, barely ate a meal and fell into a deep sleep. However, the defenders who took turns to guard the night were in a general state of mind.

It would be difficult for anyone to sleep peacefully when the city walls could be breached at any time and heavy artillery bombardments could be heard from time to time.

The Roman emperor stood in a tower with four β flags flying, which served as a temporary combat command room, and silently looked at the enemy camp in the distance which was gradually becoming silent and endless, with no visible edge at all.

He picked up an amber glass and drank the wine in it.

Ironically, Constantinople, once famous for its glass products, still has glass products as its flagship industry today. However, the Roman glassmaking process has been lost in the war. This is a handicraft produced in the Venetian Concession.

There were light footsteps behind me.

The emperor asked without turning his head: "How is the injury?"

In today's battle, Viviana attracted firepower second only to his. As a magic warrior, her defense is linked to her mental power. Once her mental power is exhausted, her defense will be greatly reduced.

As the enemy retreated, she was shot in the shoulder with a musket by a Brotherhood assassin.

Viviana shook her head and said, "After the treatment by the Archbishop of Yerevan, there is nothing serious going on."

As she spoke, she subconsciously wanted to yawn, but she held it back.

But the eye sockets still became a little more crystal clear.

"You need to rest. You've done enough for today."

Losa said that, comparatively speaking, his spirit was still pretty good. For him, today's battle was at most a waste of some physical strength. With his current physical strength, he would not be exhausted even if a battle of this intensity lasted for a whole day and night.

Viviana shook her head: "I can still hold on."

People praised her and admired her, and she felt that she should protect them.

Just as she herself had never thought of being compared with the Knight of Glory and the Goddess of Lanterns, but people expected her to do so, she put aside her beloved poetry and books and instead devoted all her energy to studying swordsmanship.

"We have a Herrist in our team, it would be nice if she was here."

"Can she restore my mental strength for me?"

Viviana was a little surprised. A Herrscher who could impose buffing or weakening effects was an extremely rare profession, and those who could help people restore their mental strength were even rarer. At least she had never heard of such a thing.

"not only."

Losa smiled and added: "She is good at medicine and can cure your stubbornness."

The Candle Knight was stunned for a moment, and said awkwardly: "Sorry."

Losa said seriously, "Go and meditate and take a rest. I'm here tonight."

"Didn't you say in the combat meeting just now that the enemy would most likely launch a surprise attack at night?"

"Yes, but I said, I'm here."

"Are you not going to hide anymore?"

"If we don't reveal something to Mahamu II, how can he believe that we have reached the end of our rope?"

Losa smiled. It was impossible for the Ottomans to continue such a brutal siege as today's. They had not been able to capture Constantinople. Even if Mahamut II had great patience, he would probably be unable to sit still.

This conqueror had not yet gained the reputation of "Conqueror" (Fatih) at this time. Although he stabilized the government with the help of the dragon, his prestige was far less than that of Murad II.

He spread out his hands, and a small and exquisite crossbow appeared in it.

It is only the size of a palm and does not look like the legendary artifact that can shoot giants and dragons, but this thing is the dragon-shooting crossbow, a genuine artifact, all that is left of Rome, a legacy left to him.

"Are you planning to use this artifact tonight?"

"Yes, the Dragon Shooting Crossbow is the biggest fear of Mahamu II. If it didn't exist, there would be no need for Murad II. Constantinople might have been taken down by the Prisoner Lightning earlier."

"Prisoner Lightning?"

"It is the Bayezid of Osman, who is known as the Lightning."

Bayezid was also a very powerful figure. He conquered the once-powerful Serbia and crushed the Crusaders led by Sigismund. Unfortunately, he lost his integrity in his later years and was defeated by Timur the Lame. He was thrown into a cage and became "prisoner lightning".

This also triggered more than ten years of civil war in the Ottoman Empire, which indirectly saved the life of the dying Roman Empire. This is also the reason why the Ottoman Empire established the much-talked-about "Fratricide Succession Law" (in short, it is not illegal to kill brothers after succeeding to the throne) starting with Mahmud II.

Viviana couldn't help laughing and said, "You have a really bad mouth."

"It's getting late, go get some rest."

Lothar urged him, he was still counting on Viviana to play the role of dragon rider in his battle with Mahamu II. If he delayed any longer, he was worried that the assassins of the Brotherhood would have already touched the city wall.

"Ok."

The Candle Knight lifted his coat hem and bent his knees slightly: "Good night, Your Excellency the Captain."

Lothar nodded and said, "Good night, Miss Viviana. Before I use my mental power to notify you to go up to the city and join the battle, I hope you will continue to rest no matter what you hear."

"I will."

After bidding farewell to the Candle Knight, the expression on Lothar's face became cold and hard again. He walked to the window of the tower and let the cold wind carrying large raindrops blow on his face.

"Such a good opportunity, don't tell me you can resist it."

In the Ottoman camp.

Nearly ten thousand strong and powerful Janissary Guards were receiving blessings from Zoroastrian spellcasters.

They were all wearing heavy armor with waterproof felt robes on the outside, holding short weapons such as battle axes, hammers, scimitars, straight swords, etc. With the magical aura sprinkled on their bodies, everyone's breath was like a wild beast about to be released from the cage.

Mahamu II looked back at the towering walls and towers of Constantinople in the rain, and waved his arms:

"Go ahead and take Constantiniya for your master."

Thousands of Janissary troops immediately moved towards the city wall in neat steps, like silent ghosts, with the help of the rainy night and the cover of magic.

Before them, there were hundreds of Brotherhood assassins.

On the top of the city wall, Losa, who was dozing off, had a slight smile on his face.

The black-clad assassins, who were barely visible to the naked eye, were taking tiny steps and nimbly climbing over the trenches and piled up corpses like monkeys, and climbing onto the city walls that were extremely slippery after being watered by rain.

The Greek soldiers guarding the city chatted idly, complaining about the stupidity and vulgarity of the Venetian soldiers stationed in the nearby tower.

"Night attack, prepare!"

A roar, like thunder, suddenly rang in the ears of the relaxed defenders.

The brotherhood members who were halfway up the climb didn't know where they had been exposed, so they stopped trying to hide their tracks and quickly climbed up the city wall, engaging in a fight with the defenders who had reacted.

But not all members of the Brotherhood are extraordinary people. Instead, most of them are ordinary people. It is not easy for them, who are lightly equipped, to defeat the fully armed and armored defending soldiers.