Chapter 653 Enemy Arrives
"Your Majesty, how did you do it?"
Orhan was dumbfounded. He even began to doubt whether Constantine XI had the blood of the Osmanoglu family.
"Send people to prepare more cheap meat. This claw dragon is so thin, where does it get its fighting power?"
Lothar glanced at Orhan, who was full of awe, and his Turkish guards, and said lightly: "Later, I will hold a ceremony for you to give you new power so that you can communicate with this little thing."
Lothar has decided to promote Orhan to a dragon blood family, and then drip some of his own dragon blood to make this claw dragon reborn.
Otherwise, with Orhan's personal strength, even with this claw dragon, it would be difficult to use.
"Order again, send the dragon crossbow to the bedroom."
The dragon crossbow was the artifact that Constantine XI originally prepared to deal with Osman's magic dragon. It was also the only artifact that the old man of the Roman Empire could take out, although according to Jeanna, this thing did not play any role.
But this thing is also the only remaining artifact, and Lothar intends to study it carefully.
Osman occupied most of the vast territory of Asia Minor and the Balkans, and he must have a lot of artifacts. He had to strengthen his own strength as much as possible.
After settling Orhan and the claw dragon, Lothar returned to the palace.
He still had two dragon blood followers left.
Dragon blood followers are his unique ability. Using them in this world will not affect all his quotas after returning. In addition, the quota of the Qiexue Army comes from his ability, and some of the stronger militias can also be converted.
Although converting ordinary old farmers into Qiexue Army has the highest cost-effectiveness, those people are usually not trained, and they can't even fill their stomachs. Instead, it is a waste of the excellent archery and combat experience of the Qiexue Army.
Therefore, his military strength will not increase at all.
The outer wall of Theodosius, from the Sea of Marmara to Brenache, stretches 5,600 meters and has hundreds of towers.
Seven thousand defenders, even with the eight hundred Genoese mercenaries brought by Giovanni, eight thousand people can only allocate five thousand people on the city wall at the same time, which is really stretched.
In history, forgetting to close a side door is not a low-level mistake, the number of defenders is too small.
In addition, although the Golden Horn is connected by iron chains, it is by no means an insurmountable natural barrier, and troops must be allocated for defense.
There are also several brothers of Constantine XI who have outstanding abilities, but they are not in military affairs, but in art, astronomy, and painting. At this critical juncture, they are not even as good as ordinary soldiers.
If they can be of great use, promoting them to dragon blood relatives can be regarded as a powerful help.
There are too many abstract emperors of the Palaiologos dynasty. After finally regaining Constantinople, they fell into civil wars one after another. Constantine XI is the last fig leaf of this dynasty.
Lothar wrote all the letters for help and stamped them with wax seals one by one.
He breathed a sigh of relief and thought, it's time to summon the Candle Knight.
A golden glow flashed and filled the entire hall.
A female knight with long platinum hair walked out of the space crack. She was wearing a gorgeous battle suit that looked more like a dress than a combat uniform. She was elegant and calm: "Are you the captain who summoned me?"
"I guess so, but not entirely."
Lothar's current appearance is that of Constantine XI.
"This doesn't look like a ship."
The Candle Knight lowered his eyes and bowed slightly. His movements were elegant, and he implemented excellent aristocratic etiquette: "Candle Knight, Viviana von Hohenzollern, I will work for you from now on."
Lothar raised his hand in vain. Under the antler hood, the girl seemed to have a flame hidden in her heart, weak but strong.
"Just call me Losa. This is not a ship. Yesterday's ship is not a real ship. It can take us on a journey through time. This is Constantinople in 1453."
"Traveling through time, it is worthy of being the ship recorded in the epic."
A trace of longing flashed across Viviana's face, but she immediately realized the key to this time node: "So, what should we do now? Rescue some precious books from Constantinople? Or select some crew members you like?"
Lothar smiled helplessly: "Look at my clothes, what do you think my current identity should be?"
Viviana hesitated: "Could it be the emperor of Byzantium?"
"There is no Byzantium, only Rome."
Lothar emphasized.
The name of Byzantium, like the Eastern Han Dynasty and the Western Han Dynasty, was given by later generations.
Viviana didn't bother with the name: "So, what we are facing next is the Ottoman army? The conqueror riding the three-headed dragon will soon be at the gates of the city, right?"
"That's right."
"Captain, can I ask you a question?"
"Please go ahead."
"Where are my colleagues?"
"No, there are only two of us."
Looking at the Candle Knight pursing his lips and looking helpless, Lothar couldn't help laughing and said: "But don't worry, I'm a good fighter, and Mahamu II can be left to me."
"Since you have confidence, as your crew member, I have no other opinions."
She lifted the hem of her skirt, bowed slightly, and then asked: "It is a very memorable experience to have the opportunity to visit Constantinople, the lost Greek city. Maybe I can write a poem for it."
"Then you will be disappointed. Constantinople now is no different from all the Western European cities of the same period. It is just a big rural village, even more desolate."
Constantinople can only be truly revived after it is renamed "Constantinye".
A metropolis is like a huge head. After losing its limbs to support it, it will only gradually shrink.
"It is said that the Italian Renaissance originated from the literary books brought by Greek merchants and nobles who fled after the fall of Rome. Even if there is nothing to see in this city, the library will be a place where people will linger."
She paused: "After the fall of this city, there will be no such opportunity."
"You are really honest."
Lothar waved his hand helplessly: "Please wait a moment, I will ask the servants to take you to the library, but don't have too high expectations."
The Renaissance originated from Rome to a large extent, but it was actually a long process.
This process began as early as the Crusaders broke through Constantinople and turned it into the capital of the Latin Empire. Countless precious books were sold to Latin merchants at low prices by the Crusaders. The long war afterwards turned Greece into a desolate battlefield.
How can books and knowledge be as useful as swords and guns?
The Crusader lords entrenched in Greece, or the original Roman warlords, sold a large number of precious books at a bargain price in exchange for the assistance of Latin merchants.
At present, the technological level that Rome was once proud of has been left behind, and even the shipbuilding technology and the secret recipe of Greek fire have been lost.
A system prompt suddenly sounded in Losa's ears: The King of the Ottomans, the Conqueror Mahamu II, has led his army to Constantinople.
Let us choose:
A, hold a mass in Hagia Sophia, and God will guide us forward.
B, in the Colosseum, launch an emperor's speech to mobilize the morale of all Romans and prepare to meet the enemy!
C, send someone to escort Orhan out of the city, flee to Asia Minor, contact the Karaman people, and order him to raise the banner of rebellion in Ottoman to involve Mahamu II's experience.
Oh, it's so fast.
Losa's expression moved slightly. Adrianople, where the Ottoman capital is located, is close to Constantinople. Mahamu II has never thought of hiding his actions of summoning troops in recent days.
The enemy is about to arrive at the city.
Lothar stood up with a stern look on his face: "Pass on my military order. Everyone gather in the arena tomorrow morning. I will give a speech."