Chapter 670 Dragon Flame
"Enemy attack!"
Orhan, who was in his sleep, twitched his body and murmured unconsciously: "Kill, kill all these minions of Mahamu II!"
Suddenly, he felt a warm and wet feeling on his face. He woke up from his dream of fierce battle. The moment he opened his eyes, he met the golden round eyes of his dragon partner. This cruel claw dragon was licking his face like a puppy.
He was stunned for a while, and when he heard the horn sounding, he jumped up from the bed like a spring: "Holy fire. God, this is not a dream, the enemy is really here!"
He slapped the claw dragon's head hard: "Stupid, didn't I ask you to wake me up as soon as you heard the noise?"
While cursing, he picked up a battle axe and rushed out of the tower.
The claw dragon, who was in tune with him, rolled his eyes and followed Orhan.
The melodious horn sounded through the rain curtain and woke up the whole city.
Greek soldiers in armor were everywhere, and they hurried back to their respective posts.
A flash of lightning struck, and the dark world suddenly became bright again.
Below the city wall, the dark Janissary guards rushed to the top of the city like a vast ocean. They put the simple ladder on the top of the city, and the hooks on the top of the ladder were stuck on the wall bricks, and they climbed up like tigers.
Orhan looked down at the crazy faces below, and couldn't help cursing: "Damn, they took banned drugs!"
The training method of the Janissary is a secret of the Ottomans, which was born from the Mamluks, but better than the Mamluks.
But this secret cannot be hidden from Orhan, the Ottoman prince, because his guards were trained in this way, and naturally understood how terrible the Janissaries who took banned drugs were.
"We must not let them succeed in climbing the city! Knock down the enemy's ladder!"
He cursed in his heart that after this battle, he would definitely pull out the lookout on the tower and whip him hard, and then took a battle axe and chopped it hard on the hook at the top of a nearby ladder.
Following that, several Greek soldiers held the log and slammed it hard on the top of the ladder, knocking over the ladder with several Janissaries climbing on it.
They pushed the log onto the battlement, aimed at a ladder and pushed it down, and then smashed another ladder.
But the number of enemies was too large, and they were too close. Some people from the Brotherhood shouted "For the Holy Fire" and entangled the defenders at all costs. Soon, the first batch of Janissaries climbed to the top of the city.
Many of these Janissaries were veterans who had followed Murad II. They held up military flags that looked like a big pot. They were extremely skilled in fighting. They fought in groups of two and killed the Greek militias who had hastily surrounded them and forced them to retreat. They soon gained a foothold on the top of the city.
After they gained a foothold, the Janissaries who kept climbing up the wall behind them naturally followed them.
These tough warriors who believed in Sufism vowed not to marry for life. Among them were Albanians, Greeks, Bulgarians, and Serbs, but these labels were no longer important to them.
Now they only had one identity left, the Janissaries of Mahamu II.
There was only one goal left - to take Constantinople!
Swish -
In a sound like tearing silk.
The claws pierced through the heavy armor under the felt robe of a Janissary. Orhan's eyes flashed with golden light, and one arm had turned into a hand of a giant dragon covered with red and black scales, emitting scorching heat.
He opened his mouth and let out a thunderous roar.
"Die, you rebels."
The next moment.
Behind him, the claw dragon that should not have dragon flames suddenly opened its mouth.
Orhan, who had obtained the dragon blood of Lothar, and the claw dragon, at this moment, the high-level dragon blood belonging to Lothar awakened, and the red and black scales covered their whole bodies. A surging dragon flame spewed out from the claw dragon's mouth, covering a wall that was completely occupied by the Janissaries.
The flames were more terrible than Greek fire, and the heavy rain did not reduce the fire at all.
When the flames gradually dissipated, the Janissaries on the wall were left with only a piece of black and gray embers, which were wetted by the rain in an instant and turned into a muddy mass.
The Janissaries who had taken banned drugs subconsciously looked at Orhan, who was riding on the dragon's back with a pair of bright golden eyes. They realized that he was also an Ottoman prince, a true dragon rider!
Orhan, riding on the dragon's back, looked at the unruly Janissaries with golden eyes as if they were carrying a heavy burden. The hot dragon blood kept pumping from his chest to his whole body.
"It's time to fight back, for Rome!"
The morale of the Greek militia was boosted, and they shouted "For Rome" one after another. They surrounded the enemy with various long and short weapons. The crossbowmen aimed at the top of the city from the tower and shot deadly crossbow arrows at the enemy.
The northern section of the city wall.
In the narrow and damp tower, Giovanni Giustiniani, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, suddenly stretched out his hand, and the blackened poisoned blade fell down. The assassin who sneaked in secretly felt that his arm was caught by an iron clamp. The poisoned blade was only a hair's breadth away from the tip of the nose of the Genoese mercenary leader, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take another step.
Giovanni seemed to wake up at this moment and opened his eyes. The amber eyes of the beast exuded a fascinating wildness.
Click——
He clamped the assassin's palm and used force to fold his palm in half, revealing the white bone stump. The other hand grabbed his throat and crushed his neck at the moment when the assassin screamed.
At the same time.
The horn sounded in the distance, warning of the enemy attack.
The spell and the rain curtain covered the traces of the attacking enemies. In secret, I don't know how many assassins from the Brotherhood sneaked in.
"The city is broken, the Ottomans are coming in."
"The Venetians betrayed Christ and opened the city gates!"
"Run, it's too late if you don't run."
They spoke in various languages, exaggerating the panic.
If Losa had not already ordered all departments to prepare for the enemy's night attack, the defenders would have expected that tonight would not be very peaceful. If they were suddenly attacked like this, they might have succeeded.
Click.
Giovanni's half arm turned into a sharp wolf claw, and he took off the head of another assassin from the Brotherhood. His beast eyes flashed with bloodthirsty evil thoughts. Beside him, the heavily armored guards immediately launched a counterattack with him.
His guards were all composed of half-blood wolves recruited in his past mercenary career. They were very powerful. They appeared on the top of the city, lined up in a row, wielded long spears, and rolled over like a steamroller.
At this time, the wolf tribe was still in seclusion, pursuing pure blood. The attitude towards the half-blood wolf tribe was often to kill them all, so as to prevent the wolf tribe's power from flowing out and the hunters of the church from finding the wolf tribe's weaknesses.
So these half-blood wolves were not like the wandering wolves that were everywhere in the streets in later generations. Each of them was quite extraordinary in strength, and even had a glorious record of killing the pure-blood wolves that were chasing them.
As Giovanni personally led the team to participate in the battle, the enemies on the northern section of the city wall, which was not the focus of the attack, were quickly suppressed.
After an unknown amount of time, the blood completely dyed his smock embroidered with the red cross of Genoa red.
He smashed the head of a Janissary with a halberd, and looked at the suddenly empty city wall in front of him. The bloodthirsty thoughts in his eyes gradually dissipated. He quickly came to his senses and looked at the soldiers of the garrison: "Is there any news from your majesty?"
Although there were many enemies sneaking in, their combat effectiveness was very average, which meant that the attack on the northern section of the city wall was most likely just a feint.
But he did not dare to rashly lead his troops to the central section of the city wall for support. No one knew whether this was a strategy of the enemy to lure the tiger away from the mountain.
A Venetian soldier raised the royal flag embroidered with the four β emblems in his hand: "Your Majesty has ordered that all garrisons should stay on standby and block all enemy forces. Without permission, no one can retreat a step."
Giovanni was slightly startled.
A guard whispered: "The Greek emperor is quite confident. He is just afraid that if we hold on here, his wall will be breached by the Ottomans."
"What are you afraid of? Anyway, with our strength, we can break through to the port and take a ship back to Genoa."
Giovanni looked at his unruly guards helplessly. They had no interest in defending Constantinople. They came to Constantinople purely because of the deal with the Genoese war party.
There is no way. If the wandering wolf tribe wants to survive now, they must find a big force to join.
He climbed to the top of the tower in the rain and looked into the distance. He could vaguely hear the sound of fighting in the distance and the flickering lights.
"Pass my order, all units strictly guard their posts, and all people must use the 'password' as proof to pass."
He thought for a while, and then said: "The Royal Guards are on standby at any time. Goliath, you go to the middle section of the city wall and observe the situation. If the battle situation is urgent, come back and report immediately."
Although he vaguely felt that the emperor was not a simple person, the power held by the enemy was more terrifying.
Especially the dragon under the crotch of the Ottoman king.
Unless the wolf lord took action, he could not imagine what kind of strong man could kill such a terrifying beast.
Rely on the dragon-shooting crossbow?
He really had no confidence.
After all, in the Battle of Varna, the Crusaders had more than one artifact and holy object, but they still suffered a bitter defeat. Even if the dragon-shooting crossbow was the nemesis of the dragon, it was just a dead object after all.