People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 653 The enemy is coming
"Your Majesty, how did you do it?"

Orhan was dumbfounded. He even began to doubt in his heart whether Constantine XI had the blood of the Osmanoglu family.

"Send some people to prepare some cheap meat. This claw dragon is so skinny, where does it get the fighting power?"

Lothar glanced at Orhan, who was in awe, and his Turkish guards, and said casually, "Later, I will hold a ceremony for you to grant you new power so that you can communicate with this little thing."

Lothar has decided to promote Orhan to a dragon-blooded follower and add some of his own dragon blood to transform this sharp-clawed dragon.

Otherwise, with Orhan's personal strength, even with the addition of this claw dragon, he would not be of much use.

"Give orders to send the dragon-shooting crossbow to the bedroom."

The Dragon-Shooting Crossbow was a magical weapon originally prepared by Constantine XI to deal with the Ottoman dragon. It was also the only magical weapon that the old man of the Roman Empire could use. Although according to Jeanne, this thing did not play any role.

But this item is also the only remaining artifact, and Lothar intends to study it carefully.

Osman occupied most of the vast territory in Asia Minor and the Balkans, and he must have a large number of artifacts, so he had to strengthen his own strength as much as possible.

After settling Orhan and the Claw Dragon, Lothar returned to his bedroom.

He still had two unused spots for dragon-blood followers.

Dragon Blood Dependents is his unique ability. Even if he uses it in this world, it will not affect all the places he has after returning. In addition, the places in the Qiexue Army come from his ability, and he can also convert some of the stronger militiamen.

Although converting ordinary old farmers into the Qiexue Army is the most cost-effective, those people are not trained regularly and cannot even fill their stomachs, which is a waste of the Qiexue Army's excellent archery skills and combat experience.

Therefore, the military strength at his disposal will not increase in the slightest.

The Theodosian Outer Wall stretches 5,600 meters from the Sea of ​​Marmara to Brenache and has hundreds of towers.

There were 7,000 defenders, and even if we added the 800 Genoese mercenaries brought by Giovanni, at most 5,000 of the 8,000 people could be deployed on the city wall at the same time, which was really stretched.

In history, forgetting to close a side door was not really a low-level mistake. The number of defenders was simply too small.

In addition, although the Golden Horn Bay is connected by iron chains, it is by no means an insurmountable natural barrier and troops must be allocated to defend it.

Among Constantine XI's brothers, some had outstanding abilities, but not in military affairs. Instead, they were in art, astronomy, and painting. At this critical juncture, they were not even as good as ordinary soldiers.

If they can be of great use, promoting them to dragon-blood followers would be a great help.

The emperors of the Palaiologos dynasty had too many abstract ideas. After finally regaining Constantinople, they fell into civil wars one after another. Constantine XI was the last fig leaf of this dynasty.

Losa wrote all the letters for help and stamped them with wax seals one by one.

He breathed a sigh of relief and thought, it's time to summon the Candle Knight.

A golden glow flashed, filling the entire hall.

A female knight with long platinum-blonde hair walked out of the space crack. She was wearing a gorgeous battle suit that looked more like a dress than a combat uniform. She was elegant and had a calm expression. "Are you the captain who summoned me?"

“I guess so, but not entirely.”

Lothar's current appearance is that of Constantine XI.

"This doesn't look like a ship."

The Candle Knight lowered his eyes and bowed slightly, his movements were graceful, and he followed the best aristocratic etiquette: "Candle Knight, Viviana von Hohenzollern, I will work for you from now on."

Lothar raised her hand, and beneath the antler hood, there seemed to be a flame hidden in the girl's heart, weak but strong.

"Just call me Lothar. This is indeed not a ship. Yesterday's giant ship is not a real ship. It can take us on a journey through time. This is Constantinople in 1453."

"Wandering in the long river of time, it is worthy of being the great ship of yesterday recorded in epics."

A hint of longing flashed across Viviana's face, but she immediately realized the key to this time point: "So, what should we do now? Rescue some precious books from Constantinople? Or select some crew members you like?"

Losa smiled helplessly: "Look at my clothes, what do you think my current identity is?"

Viviana hesitated: "Could it be the emperor of Byzantium?"

"There is no Byzantium, only Rome."

Losa emphasized.

The name Byzantium, like the Eastern Han Dynasty and the Western Han Dynasty, was given by later generations.

Viviana didn't bother with the name. "So, what we're going to face next is the Ottoman army? The conqueror riding a three-headed dragon is about to arrive at the city, right?"

"Yes."

"Captain, can I ask you a question?"

"Please say."

“Where are my colleagues?”

"No, it's just the two of us."

Seeing the Candle Knight pursing his lips with a helpless look, Lothar couldn't help but laugh and said, "But don't worry, I'm a good fighter. You can let me deal with Mahamu II."

"Since you are confident, as your crew member, I have no other opinions."

She lifted her skirt and bowed slightly, then asked, "It is an unforgettable experience to have the opportunity to visit Constantinople, the lost Greek city. Perhaps I can write a poem about it."

"Then you'll probably be disappointed. Constantinople today is no different from all other Western European cities of the same period. It's just a large rural village, or even more desolate."

Constantinople was not truly revived until it was renamed "Constantinia".

A metropolis is like a huge head. After losing its limbs to support it, it will gradually shrink.

"It is said that the Italian Renaissance originated from the literary books brought by Greek merchants and nobles who fled after the fall of Rome. Even if there is nothing to see in this city, the library will be a place where people will linger."

She paused and said, "Once this city falls, there will be no such opportunity."

"You are really honest."

Lothar waved his hand helplessly: "Please wait a moment, I will ask the servants to take you to the library, but don't have too high expectations."

The Renaissance originated largely in Rome, but it was actually a long process.

This process began long before the Crusaders conquered Constantinople and turned it into the capital of the Latin Empire. Countless precious books were sold to Latin merchants at low prices by the Crusaders, and the long war that followed turned Greece into a desolate battlefield.

How can books and knowledge be as effective as swords and guns?
The Crusader lords entrenched in Greece, or the former Roman warlords, sold a large number of precious books at bargain prices in exchange for the assistance of Latin merchants.

At present, the technological level that Rome once prided itself on has been left behind, and even the shipbuilding technology and the secret recipe of Greek fire have been lost.

Suddenly, a system prompt sounded in Losa's ears: The Ottoman king, Mahamut the Conqueror II, has led his army to march towards Constantinople.

Let's choose:

A, hold a high mass in Hagia Sophia, and God will show us the way.

B, in the Colosseum, launches a speech by the emperor to mobilize the morale of all Romans and prepare to meet the enemy!

C. Send people to escort Orhan out of the city, flee to Asia Minor, contact the Karaman people, and order him to raise the banner of rebellion in Ottoman Empire to involve the experience of Mahamut II.

Oh, that’s fast.

Losa's expression moved slightly. Adrianople, the capital of the Ottoman Empire, was very close to Constantinople. Mahamut II had been mobilizing troops in a high-profile manner in recent days, and he had never thought of hiding it from others.

As for the enemy, they are about to arrive at the city gates.

Lothar stood up with a stern look on his face. "Pass on my military order. Everyone gather in the Grand Arena tomorrow morning. I will give a speech."

(End of this chapter)