bookandnovel Chapter 670 Dragon Flame
Chapter 670 Dragon Flame
Chapter 670 Dragon Flame
"Enemy attack!"
Orhan twitched in his sleep, and murmured unconsciously: "Kill, kill all these minions of Mahamu II!"
Suddenly he felt something warm and wet on his face, and he was awakened from his dream of fierce battle. The moment he opened his eyes, he met the golden round eyes of his dragon partner. This ferocious clawed dragon was licking his face like a puppy.
He was stunned for a while, and then he jumped up from the bed like a spring when he heard the horn sounding, indicating the enemy's attack: "Holy fire, God, this is not a dream, the enemy is really coming!"
He slapped the claw dragon's head hard: "Idiot, didn't I tell you to wake me up the first time you heard any noise?"
While cursing, he picked up a battle axe and rushed out of the tower.
The Sharp-clawed Dragon, who shared his thoughts, rolled his eyes and followed Orhan.
The melodious horn sounded through the rain, waking up the entire city.
Everywhere there were Greek soldiers in armor, hurrying back to their posts.
A flash of lightning struck, and the dark world was instantly illuminated again.
Below the city wall, the Janissary guards were surging towards the top of the city like a vast ocean. They placed simple ladders on the top of the city wall, stuck the hooks on the top of the ladders on the wall bricks, and began to climb up like tigers.
Orhan looked down at the crazy faces and couldn't help cursing, "Damn it, they took banned drugs!"
The training method of the Janissaries was a secret of the Ottomans, derived from the Mamluks, but even better than the Mamluks.
But this secret could not be hidden from the Ottoman prince Orhan, because his personal guards were trained in this way, and they naturally understood how terrifying the Janissaries who took banned drugs were.
"We must not let them succeed in climbing the city wall! Knock down the enemy's ladder!"
He cursed in his heart that after this battle, he would pull out the lookout on the tower and whip him severely. He then took out a battle axe and smashed it hard on the hook on the top of a nearby ladder.
Immediately afterwards, several Greek soldiers held the logs and slammed the top of the ladder hard, knocking over the ladder with several Janissaries climbing on it.
They pushed logs onto the battlements, aimed at one ladder and pushed it down, then smashed another one.
But the number of enemies was too large and they were too close. Members of the brotherhood shouted "For the Holy Fire" and desperately entangled the defenders. Soon, the first group of Janissaries climbed to the top of the city.
Many of these Janissaries were veterans who had once followed Murad II. They held up military flags that looked like cauldrons. Each of them had extremely skilled fighting skills. Working in groups of two, they killed the Greek militia that had hastily surrounded them, forcing them to retreat one after another. They soon gained a foothold on the top of the city.
After they gained their foothold, the Janissaries naturally continued to climb up the wall behind them.
These tough Sufi warriors have sworn never to marry. Among them are Albanians, Greeks, Bulgarians, and Serbs, but these labels are no longer important to them.
Now they only have one identity left, the Janissaries of Mahamut II.
There is only one goal left - to capture Constantinople!
stab-
With a sound like tearing cloth.
The sharp claws pierced through the heavy armor under the felt robe of a Janissary. Orhan's eyes flashed with golden light, and one of his arms had turned into a giant dragon's hand covered with red and black scales, emitting scorching heat.
He opened his mouth and let out a deafening roar.
"Die, you traitors."
next moment.
Behind him, the sharp-clawed dragon that wasn't supposed to have dragon flames suddenly opened its mouth.
Orhan, who obtained the dragon blood of Lothar, and the Claw Dragon, at this moment, the high-level dragon blood belonging to Lothar awakened, and red and black scales covered their entire bodies. A surging dragon flame spewed out from the mouth of the Claw Dragon, covering a city wall that had been completely occupied by the Janissaries.
The flames were more terrible than Greek fire, and even heavy rain could not reduce the flames.
When the flames gradually dissipated, only a piece of black and gray embers remained on the Janissary on the city wall, which was quickly wetted by the rain 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 shining golden eyes. They realized that he was also an Ottoman prince, a true dragon rider!
Orhan, riding on the dragon's back, looked at those unruly Janissaries with his golden eyes as if they contained 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 all kinds of 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. The assassin who sneaked in secretly only felt that his arm was clamped by an iron clamp. The poisoned blade was only a line away from 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 beast's amber eyes exuded a captivating wildness.
click -
He clamped the assassin's hand and exerted force, forcibly folding his palm in half, revealing the white bone streak. The moment the assassin screamed, his other hand grabbed his throat and crushed his neck.
at the same time.
The sound of horns warning of an enemy attack has also been heard in the distance.
Spells and rain covered the tracks of the attacking enemies. In secret, countless assassins from the Brotherhood sneaked in.
"The city has been breached and the Ottomans are coming in."
"The Venetians betrayed Christ and opened their gates!"
"Run quickly, it will be too late if you don't run now."
They used all kinds of languages and exaggerated the panic.
If Lothar had not already ordered all units to be prepared for the enemy's night attack, which would have made the defenders expect that tonight would not be peaceful, they would have been able to succeed if they were suddenly attacked like this.
Click.
Giovanni transformed half of his arm into sharp wolf claws, and chopped off the head of another Brotherhood assassin. His animal eyes flashed with bloodthirsty evil thoughts. Beside him, the heavily armored guards immediately launched a counterattack with him.
His personal guards were composed entirely of half-blood wolf tribe members recruited during his past mercenary career. They had extraordinary combat effectiveness. After they appeared on the top of the city wall, they lined up in a row, wielding halberds, and rolled over the place like a steamroller.
At this time, the wolf tribe was still in a secluded state, pursuing pure blood, and their attitude towards the mixed-blood wolf tribe was often to kill them all, in order to prevent the wolf tribe's power from leaking out and allowing the hunters of the church to find the wolf tribe's weaknesses.
Therefore, these mixed-blood wolves are not like the stray wolves that are everywhere in the streets in later generations. Each of them has extraordinary strength, and some even have a glorious record of killing the pure-blood wolves that were chasing them.
As Giovanni personally led his team into the battle, the enemies on the northern section of the city wall, which were not the focus of the attack, were quickly suppressed.
I don't know how long it took, but the blood completely dyed his smock embroidered with the Genoa red cross red.
He smashed a Janissary's head with his halberd and looked at the suddenly empty city wall in front of him. The bloodthirsty thoughts in his eyes gradually faded away. He quickly came to his senses and looked at the defending soldiers: "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 lead his troops to the middle section of the city wall for support, as no one knew whether this was an enemy ploy to lure the enemy away from the mountain.
A Venetian soldier raised the royal flag with the four β emblems embroidered on it: "Your Majesty has ordered that all garrisons remain in place and block all enemy forces. Without permission, no one may retreat a single step."
Giovanni was slightly startled.
One of the guards whispered, "The Greek emperor is quite confident. I'm just worried that if we hold on to our side, his wall will be breached by the Ottomans."
"What are you afraid of? With our strength, we can break through to the port and take the ship back to Genoa."
Giovanni looked at his unruly guards somewhat helplessly. They had no interest in defending Constantinople at all. They came to Constantinople purely because of the deal he made with the Genoese war faction.
There is no other way. If the wandering wolves want 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 sounds of fighting in the distance and the flickering lights.
"Pass on my order. All departments must strictly guard their posts. All people must use the 'password' as proof of passage."
He thought for a moment and then said, "The Royal Guards are on standby at all times. Goliath, go to the middle section of the city wall and observe the situation. If the situation becomes urgent, come back and report immediately."
Although he vaguely felt that the emperor was no simple figure, the power wielded by the enemy was even more terrifying.
Especially the giant 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 has no confidence.
After all, in the Battle of Varna, the Crusaders possessed more than one sacred artifact, yet they were still defeated. Even though the dragon-shooting crossbow was the nemesis of dragons, it was ultimately just a dead object.