Chapter 669 Night Attack

At the top of the city, it was pouring with rain.

From time to time, the flickering lamps and candles under the eaves would cause smoke to rise due to the intrusion of raindrops and mosquitoes.

With weak candlelight and heavy rain, the Roman militiamen pushed the mountains of corpses into the open space between the first low wall and the city wall. When the weather cleared, they poured kerosene on them and burned them. Lose.

Soldiers with sleepy faces and yawning stood guard under the tower.

Today's battle is a huge test for the fighting will of both the offensive and defensive sides.

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

At the end of the day, everyone was exhausted. The exhausted defenders took advantage of the cover of the rainy night to retreat to the inside of the city wall. After barely eating, they fell asleep. However, the mental state of the defenders who took turns to watch the night was also very average.

It would be difficult for anyone to sleep peacefully when the city wall could be breached at any time and violent shelling would sound from time to time.

The Roman emperor stood in a tower with four beta flags that served as a temporary combat command room, silently looking at the enemy camp in the distance that gradually became silent and continuous, and the edge could not be seen at all.

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

Ironically, Constantinople, which was once famous for its glass products, is still the leading industry of Constantinople. However, the Roman glass manufacturing technology has been lost during the war. This was produced in the Venetian Concession. Crafts.

Behind him, there was the sound of light footsteps.

The emperor asked without looking back: "How is the injury?"

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

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

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

As she spoke, she subconsciously wanted to yawn, but she suppressed it.

It's just that the eye sockets have become a little brighter.

"You need to rest, you've done enough today."

Lothar said that in comparison, he was in good spirits. For him, today's battle was at best a waste of some energy. With his current physical strength, a battle of this intensity would not last a day and a night. Will be exhausted.

Viviana shook her head: "I can still persist."

People praised her and respected her, and she felt she should protect them.

Just like she herself had never thought of being compared with the Glory Knight and the Lady of the Lantern, but people expected this, she put down her cherished poems and books, and devoted all her energy to studying swordsmanship.

"We have a barrister in our ranks, it would be great if she were here."

"Can she restore my mental strength for me?"

Viviana was a little surprised. Lawyers who could exert buffing or weakening effects were an extremely rare profession. Those who could help people restore their mental power were even rarer. At least she had never heard of such a existence. .

"not only."

Lothar smiled and added: "She is good at medicine and can also cure your bad mouth."

The Candle Knight was stunned for a moment, and said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry."

Lothar became serious: "Go to meditation and rest. I will be here tonight."

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

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

"Aren't you going to hide anymore?"

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

Lothar smiled. It was impossible for the Ottomans to continue such a brutal siege like today. They failed to capture Constantinople. No matter how patient Mahamu II was, he was probably about to sit down. Can't stand it anymore.

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

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

It was only about the size of a palm, and it looked nothing like the legendary artifact that could shoot giants and dragons. But this thing was the dragon-shooting crossbow. It was a guaranteed artifact. It was the only thing left in Rome, his legacy.

"Are you planning to use this artifact tonight?"

"Yes, the dragon-shooting crossbow is Mahamu II's biggest fear. Without it, Murad II would not have been needed. Perhaps the prison lightning had captured Constantinople earlier."

"Prison Lightning?"

"It's the Ottoman Bayezid who is known as the Lightning."

Bayezid was also a very powerful figure. He conquered the once-prominent Serbia and crushed the Crusaders led by Sigismund. Unfortunately, he failed in the late game and was defeated by the lame Tamerlane and thrown into a cage. , became "prison lightning".

This also triggered the Ottoman civil war for more than ten years, which indirectly saved the life of the surviving Roman Empire. This is why the Ottomans established the much-talked-about "Fratricide inheritance law" (in short) starting from Mahamu II. , the reason why it is not illegal to kill a brother after succeeding to the throne).

Viviana couldn't help laughing and said: "Your mouth is really bad."

"It's getting late, go and have some rest."

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

"Okay."

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

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

"I will."

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

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

In the Ottoman camp.

Nearly 10,000 strong Janissary Guards were receiving the blessings of the Zoroastrian spellcaster.

They were all wearing heavy armor, a waterproof felt robe, holding short weapons such as battle axes, war hammers, scimitars, straight swords, etc., and with the magic spirit shining on them, everyone's breath was like a 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 arm:

"Go, take Constantinieh for your master."

Thousands of Janissary Corps immediately became like silent ghosts, stepping on neat footsteps, and quietly moved towards the city wall with the help of rainy night and magic.

Before them, there were hundreds of Brotherhood assassins.

On the top of the city, Lothar, who was dozing, raised his mouth slightly.

The black-clad assassins, who were difficult to see with the naked eye, were stepping on tiny steps, like monkeys, nimbly climbing over the trenches, and the piled corpses climbed on the city wall that was particularly slippery after being watered by rain.

The Greek soldiers guarding the city chatted casually, complaining about the stupidity and vulgarity of the Venetian soldiers stationed in the neighboring towers.

"Night attack, prepare!"

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

The Brotherhood, who were climbing halfway, didn't know where they were exposed. They no longer concealed their tracks and quickly climbed up the city wall to fight with the defenders who reacted.

But the members of the Brotherhood were not all extraordinary people, but mostly ordinary people. It was not easy for them to defeat the fully armed and armored defenders with light equipment.