Chapter 663 Anxiety

The soldiers defending the city cheered as they watched the enemy troops abandon the burning siege tower, leaving behind the wreckage and fleeing from the city wall in a panic.

At this moment, both the Greeks and the Venetians were cheering and rejoicing that they had once again defeated the pagan attack.

But soon, the smiles on their faces blackened by gunpowder disappeared.

The enemy's offensive came back again, and it was more fierce than the last time.

The iron-covered siege tower slowly approached. This siege tower was six stories high, and the top three floors were all equipped with shooting holes. Before they approached, there were muskets in the shooting holes, and arrows were shot at the city wall.

A soldier operating a Greek fire thrower was shot in the head by an arrow just as he was about to aim at the siege tower.

The Qiexue troops around Lothar launched a counterattack. Their exquisite shooting skills allowed many of their arrows to even pass through the shooting holes and hit the enemies behind them.

Soon, someone else took over the position of the Greek soldier, turned the flamethrower and aimed at the siege tower. The hot fuel turned into a fire snake when it came into contact with the air, but a gorgeous light shield lit up on the siege tower, and the fire snake sprayed on it slid directly to the side.

Losa ordered loudly: "Stop using Greek fire and prepare to meet the enemy!"

Constantinople has sufficient food reserves, and the reservoir also has sufficient water reserves.

But the gap in arrows, materials for Greek fire, gunpowder and other city defense equipment is large. Constantinople, which has lost its limbs and torso and only has a head left, still has to share three-quarters of the profits with Venice and Genoese.

The most lacking is the fuel for Greek fire. The rest of the city defense equipment, at least there is support from the Venetians in the concession. Before that, the Genoese in Galata also sent a batch of supplies before reaching an agreement with the Ottomans.

But Greek fire was a secret of the empire, and even the empire itself was a heritage that had just been recovered, so how could it be possible to prepare too much.

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

The order was passed down one after another.

The administrator of Venice, a strong man with the lion of St. Mark tattooed on his chest robe, stood on the city wall and beat his shield with his weapon: "Come on, let the pagans see our power!"

"Roar!"

Behind him, the Venetian soldiers from the concession roared.

Although most Venetians are profit-seeking businessmen, there are also pious and brave holy warriors, but these people often do not hold high positions.

Now, it is no longer the governor who holds the power in Venice, but the Council of Ten. Short-sighted, profit-seeking, bickering, and inefficient administration are the best descriptions of them.

"Don't let the Latin bastards look down on us Romans!"

A Greek general shouted loudly, ordering the soldiers hiding behind the bunkers to raise their shields and come to the top of the city wall to prepare for the enemy: "Stand up, prepare to meet the enemy, for God, for Rome!"

Bang——

Accompanied by a loud bang, the baffle hanging on the top of the siege tower fell on the city wall, and the Ghazi warriors wearing white or black headscarves shouted "The Holy Fire Burns Forever, the Highest and Greatest" and rushed out one after another.

They waved their scimitars and round shields, like waves hitting the reefs. The first soldiers who climbed the city wall were pierced by the spears of the defenders in the blink of an eye.

A red spiritual light turned into a huge lion in the air, baring its teeth and claws, rushing into the array of the defenders, and colliding wildly. The Ghazi warriors behind him immediately swarmed up and opened a gap.

Losa, who had a general overview of the situation, saw clearly that it was the enemy's spellcaster, a veiled woman hiding in the siege tower. Constantine XI's memory immediately reminded him of this person's identity, a female sheikh called Fatima, and the leader of the sisterhood, a branch of the Ottoman Brotherhood.

This magic-transformed lion had a pretty good fighting power. The Venetian administrator and his guards, each of whom had a pretty good fighting power, could only barely protect themselves when they joined forces. Even if the weapons in their hands hurt it, magic would be replenished in the blink of an eye to recover from its injuries.

Losa drew out the shining cross sword and rushed forward to fight with the lion. He had many hidden cards, but he hadn't revealed any of them yet. Mahamu II was also holding back. So far, Losa hadn't really felt the power of the three-headed dragon.

It all depended on who lost his temper first.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

The Venetian administrator suddenly shouted.

But Lothar was just strolling around to deal with a summoned creature. When a black light came from behind, he dodged sideways, looking quite dangerous, so as not to let the enemy see too many cards.

The black light was nailed on the wall bricks, and immediately corroded a big hole. It turned out to be a black dagger with a strong poison.

The Brotherhood is not only a religious organization, but also good at assassination like the Assassins. The Ottoman king is its supreme leader. Over the years, the Ottomans have never lost their shadows in their conquests.

The attack missed, and the assassins rushed to Lothar from all directions.

The female sheikh who controlled the lion also knew Lothar's identity, and immediately ordered the lion to try to entangle Lothar regardless of its own safety.

Lothar tightly grasped the cross sword in his hand, the red tyrannical dragon core on the hilt was blazing with fire, and a layer of dragon flame rose from the sword edge. When the assassins were about to rush to him, his face showed a cold expression, and with one sword he cut the flying lion in half.

The summoned creature was destroyed, and the female Sheikh hiding in the siege tower immediately let out a shrill scream.

Immediately afterwards, the fire broke out.

When the flames dissipated, the assassins had become shriveled and charred corpses.

In front of the female Sheikh, Lothar picked up the black dagger that was quenched with poison from the ground. Above her veil, her beautiful green eyes immediately widened in fear, and the omen of death kept echoing in her heart.

How could it be possible? How could this Greek emperor deal with twelve elite Brotherhood assassins in an instant?

Whoosh——

The black light flew out of his hand, penetrated the heavy siege tower skin, and crushed the magic shield covering the female Sheikh, and directly nailed the female Sheikh's heart.

Lothar had already resolved the battle, and the various places on the top of the city were still in a melee.

These Ghazi warriors are extremely powerful, with excellent weapons and equipment. Among them are many elite Brotherhood members. Hidden among the many Ghazi, if they suddenly attack, they will surely take the life of a garrison.

Clang——

At the critical moment, the iron shield blocked the stab of a Brotherhood member.

The person who was rescued was a Venetian.

The rescuer was a Greek soldier, with a face full of unwillingness under the helmet.

"Thank you."

"No need, if there were no Ottomans, you Latin guys would be the people I hate the most."

The Greeks in Constantinople hated the Venetians to the bone. The two sides had been entangled for hundreds of years. The former had launched the Latin massacre, and the latter had led the Crusaders to break through Constantinople.

There was no hope that the two sides could work together to overcome difficulties.

So far, there has been no large-scale fighting between the two sides, which is because his prestige is high enough and the pressure of the Ottomans is strong enough.

The rescued Venetian soldier was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "You are responsible for the left side, I am responsible for the right side, let's see who kills more pagans?"

"Ha, ridiculous."

The Greek soldiers were disdainful, but they did not act on impulse, and stood in a row with the Venetians.

Although many Greek nobles claimed that they would rather wear the Ottoman turban than worship the triple crown of the Latin Church, the real interests were the church people or nobles. Even if they changed their masters, they could still live well in the more relaxed religious environment of the Ottomans.

There were also many Greek nobles serving under Mahmud II. They were afraid of Murad II's reputation, and often took the initiative to serve without sending troops. The Ottoman monarchs would often generously give them the qualifications to rule their old territories.

But the lower-class citizens and ordinary soldiers were different.