Chapter 658: Fighting Generals

Orhan led his troops to station at the Schönbrunn Gate. He was flattered by His Majesty the Emperor's decision to entrust him with the defense of the four southern gates, but he also felt heavy pressure.

Most of the soldiers under his command were Greeks.

After he was baptized in Saint Sophia Cathedral and showed his bravery as a descendant of dragon blood, with the support of the emperor, he was recognized by his officers and soldiers.

Genoa's reinforcements were concentrated on the northern section of the city wall, supplemented by Greek militia. The Venetians and Genoa were feuding, so the Venetian militia in the concession area were mostly concentrated on the middle section of the city wall where His Majesty the Emperor was personally stationed.

After receiving the order, Orhan subconsciously showed a trace of worry on his face.

"Your Majesty wants me to fight?"

He carefully distinguished the lacquer seal on the order document, took a deep breath, and made up his mind.

"Ready your horse and go to the stable!"

He rushed all the way to the animal pen and saw the clawed dragon, which had already become restless due to the anxious atmosphere on the battlefield, pacing back and forth. He quickly reached in and stroked its scales to comfort it.

"Man, you feel it too, right? But it doesn't matter, I'll fight with you!"

He ordered his men to open the animal stall, turned over and jumped onto the dragon's back, then took the giant lance, kite shield, javelin, and long sword from the attendant, and hung them one by one on the hooks on the dragon's saddle.

Roar--

The clawed dragon was freed from its cage, its two front claws like blades left two deep marks on the ground, and then it walked towards the city gate at Orhan's urging.

Among the guards on the side, someone said worriedly: "Master, why don't you ask your Majesty to take back his life?"

In the eyes of the guards, Orhan was undoubtedly a thorn in Mahamu II's side and a thorn in his flesh. If Orhan went to war like this, Murad's young but brutal son would definitely send people to kill him at all costs.

"This is the opportunity His Majesty has given me to declare to my subjects that I am still alive."

Orhan looked solemn. He had fantasized about this scene countless times, but when this day came, he couldn't help but feel a little panic in his heart. He was a man who had tamed Murad II at such a young age. Who in the Osmanoglu family could not be afraid of the nephew of the First Demonic Dragon?

He raised his head and looked at the looming black shadow in the clouds. His eyes turned into golden beast pupils in an instant. He raised his tone, the fear in his heart was covered by the boiling dragon blood, and said energetically: "Mahamu, your uncle coming!"

The steel city gate creaked up.

With a roar, the Claw Dragon, which was more than three meters tall and five meters long, roared out.

Although it was called a little guy by Lothar, it was still a huge beast compared to a war horse. Moreover, after being replenished with Lothar's blood and devouring a large amount of flesh and blood, the clawed dragon's shriveled body also Recovered.

In addition, it has the same bloodline as Orhan, and is even more connected. When the two sides are added together, their combat power is by no means as simple as one plus one equals two.

The enemy generals outside the city were still shouting and cursing.

Orhan suddenly rushed out and launched a charge immediately. He was overtaken by the clawed dragon in less than a minute at a distance of more than a thousand meters: "Despicable people, how dare you insult the great Emperor and his Majesty?" subjects!”

Orhan's shout sounded like thunder in the enemy general's ears.

"dragon"

The enemy looked at this scene in disbelief, clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and tried to escape.

But when he got closer, the Clawsaurus, which he thought was already charging at full speed, really started to move at top speed. It kicked off its legs and jumped directly behind him in the air.

He hurriedly stabbed the gun, but Orhan grabbed the barrel of the gun with his bare hands, drew his sword and cut off his head.

The victorious Orhan held up the heads of his enemy generals in his hands, stood under the city wall and shouted loudly: "If the heathen beheaded, Rome will surely win!"

The morale of the defenders was greatly boosted.

"God help me!"

"Rome must win!"

The atmosphere on the other side seemed a bit solemn.

Some veterans whispered in a corner where no one could see him: "Is it Orhan?"

"That's right, it's the blood of the dragon-taming family."

They had a lot of thoughts in their minds, and they thought of the letter sent by the Greek emperor, but no one dared to say anything more. The young Mahamu II had already eliminated the disloyal people in the government and the public, and had mastered the rule of law. The Nicheli Custodian Army holds great power.

The reason why Lothar sent Orhan to supervise the southern city wall and took the initiative to fight at this time was to make Orhan famous. His loyalty was beyond doubt after he was transformed into a dragon-blood dependent.

Afterwards, even if he gave up micromanaging and let the world evolve on its own, Orhan would not betray him.

If the battle is ultimately won, Orhan will become an important bargaining chip in Lothar's hands. At that time, he will even consider granting Orhan the title of co-emperor in order to win the service of Ottoman subjects as much as possible. .

The templates obtained in simulated battles are closely related to the achievements made.

If possible, he did not want to just barely win and fight with the Ottomans to lose both sides, eventually causing the fortress of Constantine to fall to the hands of the Latins or new Turkic warlords.

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Among the clouds, the young and ambitious Mahamu II looked at the evolution of the situation below with a mocking smile on his face.

He thought again of the blackmail the Greek emperor had extorted from him.

"The whimsical poor guy actually thinks that I care about this loser Orhan."

At the beginning, he pretended to agree to the request of the Greek emperor just to show his rebellion and disloyalty to the ministers of the kingdom, so that those conservatives who were unwilling to start a war and put the stability of the kingdom first since the death of his father, King Murad, could not oppose the reasons for the war he proposed.

There are quite a lot of conservatives represented by these old guys. Some of them received money from the Romans, and some of them were afraid of another Varna Crusade.

In this attack on Constantinople, a large number of Zoroastrians from the Balkans to Asia Minor, under the call of the Sufi sect and many brotherhoods, resolutely participated in this jihad to conquer Constantinople.

If he wins, he will gain supreme prestige and supreme honor no less than the Zoroastrian Patriarch, laying the foundation for the hegemony of the Ottoman dynasty.

But if he loses.

Oh, how is it possible.

Mahmud II sneered.

As for Orhan, although he had royal blood, he was just a loser in the previous generation's throne competition. He never took him seriously. Even if he became a dragon knight, a mere clawed dragon was just an ant compared to his three-headed black dragon.

Those old guys, no matter how stupid they were, still knew how to compare size. They would never turn to support Orhan because of such a small thing.

According to his original plan, he should control the three-headed dragon and come to Constantinople today. No matter how strong the wall engraved with magic circles was, it could not even protect the sky, but he always felt that things might not go so smoothly.

Under the city, there was a faint breath that made him feel anxious.

But this breath was definitely not from the two opponents he had identified.

In the entire Roman region (the name of the Balkan Peninsula at that time), there were only two opponents he valued.

Hunyadi and his dragon knights were one of them.

The Piercer, who was hiding the terrifying blood magic but was not worth mentioning as long as his true spirit was not awakened, could only be considered half an opponent.

As for Skanderbeg of Albania, that despicable traitor, he only won a few insignificant victories by relying on the terrain. In his opinion, he could only be considered half an opponent at most.

"Is it the Dragon Shooting Crossbow?"

Mahmud II suddenly remembered this information.

He looked at the calm emperor on the city wall, and a trace of displeasure emerged in his heart.

In his opinion, the Greek emperor should be full of despair and even crying bitterly now - the Crusades he pinned his hopes on could not be restarted no matter how the old man the Pope called.

Although the merchants in Venice and Genoa kept making small moves in private, no one dared to really tear their faces with him.

"You self-righteous poor wretch."

"If you rely only on the Dragon Shooting Crossbow, the delicious red apple of the Queen of Cities will belong to me."

Mahmud II murmured in a low voice.

However, the development of the situation was somewhat beyond his expectations.

This uncle whom he had never met was not weak at all. Unlike himself, a dragon trainer who mainly relied on enhancing the dragon's combat power and commanding its battle, Orhan's fighting style was more like a "dragon knight" like Hunyadi.

After his victory, he did not return to Constantinople, but held the head in his hand and started to curse at his own camp.

"I understand, you want to use this method to anger me, so as to attract me to fight, and then use the dragon-shooting crossbow to deal with me."

Mahamu II suppressed the passion that the young man should have, calmed down his emotions, and sent a message: "Send Zahir Pasha and his pet to fight, and tell him that he doesn't need to come back until he takes Orhan's head."

It would take at least a week for the army to build a camp and assemble siege equipment after it arrived.

Unless he took action himself, or let the cannon fodder army carry ladders and slaughter the defenders regardless of casualties.

Otherwise, during this period, the greatest confrontation would be this kind of battle in front of the battle.