Battlefield of All Sides

Chapter 313 Being Hit

Li Mu's voice spread throughout the city wall, and the soldiers and civilians in Constantinople saw a man in armor walking to the front with a sword in his hand. With a wave of the sword, an Ottoman who had just climbed on the city wall passed away. first separated.

The people standing next to him felt as if they had been slapped with chicken blood.

Because that is their emperor, that is the emperor of Constantinople. At this moment, he is standing with everyone, also holding a long sword and fighting.

A noble officer jumped out of nowhere, and shouted loudly with the long sword in his hand.

"For Constantinople!"

"For Constantinople!"

Some people followed suit, all blushing and angry.

The Ottomans under the city wall were a little confused about what the Constantinoples on the wall were shouting, and the next time they saw ferocious-looking soldiers attacking them loudly.

At this moment, Li Mu successfully aroused everyone's inner emotions. The soldiers launched an attack regardless, killing any Ottomans who dared to climb the city wall wherever they looked.

The offensive of the Ottomans was suddenly contained. Soldiers on the ladders were shot down, and every Ottoman who climbed the wall was killed and then dropped down the wall.

And roars erupted from the city walls.

The Ottomans couldn't figure it out anyway, now that Constantinople was about to fall completely, why these soldiers didn't want to run for their lives, but dared to attack themselves like this.

Do they think this kind of dying resistance can really keep them alive?
Before the Ottoman soldiers could figure out these things, the Ottoman Sultan's Janissaries took over the attack.

With the sultan's death order, they broke through the city before sunset.

At that time, they can be the first to own all the gold and silver treasures in the city.

But if they can't break through this city, then everything that originally belonged to them will be completely deprived.

These Guards are the most elite soldiers under the Ottoman Sultan. They have higher combat qualities than these motley and local armies.

They drove away these motley and local troops, and they began to climb the ladder in their well-dressed clothes.

They also brought hook locks, which were hung on the walls and the soldiers climbed up the ropes.

Li Mu also noticed these different soldiers. These soldiers, who were obviously the elite Ottoman troops, performed very well when they broke through the second city wall before.

They are well-equipped and skilled, and they are simply professional soldiers.

Seeing the opponent attacking the city, Li Mu immediately ordered the soldiers to speed up and drive these people away.

At the same time, let the archers concentrate on shooting these soldiers.

But at this moment, the walls of the city are running out of ammunition and food, and all the things in the hands of the guarding soldiers come from the bricks and wood that the peasants demolished the houses in the rear.

There were less than 2000 soldiers fighting on the city walls.

Facing the collective siege of tens of thousands of elite soldiers, it is extremely difficult for these soldiers to guarantee this front in their hands.

But in the end, these elite soldiers attacked the city wall.

After these Ottoman soldiers stepped forward, they surrounded their entrance to the city tightly, while the soldiers on the ladder stepped towards the city wall at a faster pace.

Li Mu pierced two Ottoman soldiers with his sword, kicked them down, and then shouted something behind him.

"Pour hot water on it!"

Several civilian husbands carried a pot of hot water and poured it down the ladder, and there was a sudden scream from below.

Li Mu held the gap, but Ottoman soldiers climbed up one after another from other places.

They wielded swordsmen and swung away the attacks of Constantinople soldiers, and even dared to attack in groups of two or three, killing the soldiers and civilians next to them.

Li Mu shook off the blood drops on the sword, and immediately walked towards the Ottomans who were ascending the city with big strides.

Holding swords in both hands, Li Mu swung the sharp swords in his hands when he was about to meet the opponent, cut off their shield-holding hands, and then pushed the sword into their chests.

Li Mu rushed into the crowd. Several Ottoman soldiers noticed Li Mu's gorgeous dress and turned their guns one after another. At this time, a sudden exclamation came.

"Be careful, Your Majesty!"

The next moment the sound of a sword entering his body sounded, and the long sword in Li Mu's hand drew an arc in the air, beheading several people, but saw a soldier fall in front of him.

As for this soldier, Li Mu had some impressions.

His name is Dibitis Harut, and he is the father of the blond young man who was making noise in the city before.

At this moment, two scimitars pierced his chest, and he knelt down on the ground, spitting blood.

Li Mu hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, but at this moment there was a mournful cry from the side, and a blond young man suddenly rushed forward, his face full of grief and indignation.

It was the blond young man sent by Li Mufa to the city wall.

The young man hugged his father and wept bitterly, while Li Mu stood up with his sword on the ground.

"Stand up, young man." Li Mu said in a deep voice, spitting out bloody saliva.

"The battle is not over yet, you have to avenge your father!"

The blond young man raised his head, looked at Li Mu with tears in his eyes, and said with a sad and indignant expression: "Your Majesty, why is this? We did something wrong and we will be punished by God like this."

Li Mu didn't look at the other party. He picked up his sword and stabbed an Ottoman soldier who was about to board the city to death, and then spoke slowly.

"This is the test God gave us, don't you know? There are pagans out there, and they want to conquer God's people."

"And God not only gave the people wealth, but also gave the people the sword. The sword is outward, because inside is everything we have to defend."

Li Mu is a staunch atheist, but in this situation, Li Mu must use such words to inspire a soldier on the verge of collapse.

Li Mu still remembered the last words spoken by Constantinople XI in the original history.

He said, "Isn't there a Christian who can cut off my head?"

All the nobles and soldiers around him died in battle, and the emperor also died under the enemy's sword.

But at least he didn't regret it, because he didn't die in condescension, but in fighting to death.

Now, there is another variable in all this. The existence of Li Mu will make all this change. At this moment, Li Mu does not think that he will die here like this.

The blond young man who heard Li Mu's words stopped crying. He slowly put down his father, and then picked up his father's long sword.

On the city wall, the soldiers were roaring, blood was flowing, and they were still fighting.

Li Mu killed an Ottoman soldier, but an Ottoman soldier climbed up from the wall behind him. The soldier was holding a strange-looking weapon in his hand, and he was raising it towards Li Mu.

The next moment fire and smoke burst out, the sound echoed on the city wall, and several bullets came towards Li Mu.

Li Muru was hit hard, and his body was staggering, but he suddenly turned around and threw the long sword, piercing the soldier's chest.

The severe pain was transmitted rapidly in Li Mu's body. Li Mu held his chest and looked at the blood gurgling out.

He himself was shot, shot by the Ottomans with muskets.

Li Mu leaned on the city wall, and the Constantinople soldiers next to him rushed forward one after another. Li Mu scratched the city wall with his hands and looked outside the city.

And at this moment, a deep horn sounded from a distance.

The Ottoman soldiers who were ascending the city stopped with surprise on their faces.

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(End of this chapter)