Invincible urban management

Seeing that Sultan Mehmed II was so determined to attack Constantinople—he had already raised the strategic goal of conquering Constantinople and destroying the Eastern Roman Empire to the level of his own ideals in life—now he is It is 10,000+ troops gathered in the city, the mobilization has been done, and the reward may be given, it is already ready to be sent, otherwise it will be worse than losing the battle... Even if the officials in the tent are not sure about the prospects of this war Not optimistic, they had no choice but to compliment Sudan's ambitions in unison, wishing him a successful start and success in no time.

Even the leader of the anti-war faction, Vizier Harir, who had just spoken out, knelt down on the ground in fear and trepidation, begging His Majesty the Sultan for forgiveness.

Listening to the pilgrimage of all the ministers with different thoughts, Sultan Mehmet II accepted the apology from Grand Vizier Harir with a smile on his face, but he had already made up his mind in secret. Fortress, just put this unsightly old thing with a crime and put it to death!

(As a matter of fact, Sultan Mehmed II executed Vizier Khalil, the anti-war leader, two days after the capture of Constantinople.)

Next, after another eulogy to the sultan and prayers to Allah, Mehmet II hastily ended the military council.

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><First><发> Slightly sighed.At the same time, he took out a handkerchief, pulled the collar between them, and wiped his sweat.

——Before he knew it, a layer of cold sweat oozed from his neck.

After sitting alone on the throne for a while, he finally stood up, was served by several eunuchs and took off his gorgeous robes, then walked out of the vestibule where official duties were handled, lifted a thin white gauze, and turned into his ri The back tent for daily living - countless veils embroidered with gold and silver thread patterns, divide this huge palace-like tent into many small rooms.Through the colorful tulle, you can see all kinds of resplendent and magnificent furnishings, and there are looming slim figures posing in it... It's a pity that the Sudan at this time has no interest in that aspect at all.

In a tent hung with gold and silver silk, inlaid with countless precious stones.On the coral bed decorated with ivory and gold ornaments, Sultan Muhammad II sat down silently. First, he waved away two Persian concubines who were wearing translucent colored tulle and whose skin was as delicate as glass, and then took one for himself. The glass, from an oriental blue and white porcelain long-necked bottle on the bedside table, poured a large glass of grape juice mixed with spices, holding it quietly in his hand.

><首页><发布>The young Sudan suddenly felt a little tired, as if there was an inexplicable magic that was gradually making him fall into a wonderful illusion.

——No one knows that the true heart of Muhammad II Sultan is not as calm and composed as he showed when facing his ministers.

In the dark, there always seems to be an indistinct voice warning him: Servant of Allah!A new danger is coming!

But the question is, where can this danger come from?

Sultan stroked the beard on his chin and thought through all the potential enemies he could think of, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

Western European countries that once organized crusades.At this time, they are deeply involved in the cruel fighting between each other, and they have no time to care about him.

Although the Pope of Rome chanted the slogan of saving Constantinople loudly, he did not see any Christian kings responding to it.

As for Venice and Genoa, which have the ability and willingness to assist this isolated city, the former is still hesitating, while the latter's reinforcements have been repulsed.

In the north, Hungary and Albania.He also left enough garrison troops to monitor the changes of these old opponents.

The Turkic chiefs of Asia Minor had just been suppressed once.The sultan did not believe that they had the guts to try again in such a short period of time.

After calculations and calculations, Sudan found that around the current battlefield, there was no force that could threaten his safety.

He is now sitting on an army of 16, while his opponent is alone and helpless.Even if this battle is not sure of victory, at least it is easy to advance and retreat.

Puzzled, Sultan lifted the curtains, looked at the urban cannon bathed in the light of the bonfire in the distance, with a layer of metallic luster, and looked down at the gorgeous patterns carved on his waist With a silver scimitar in his hand, he smiled self-deprecatingly, poured the violet drink in the glass into his mouth, then rolled over on the bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

—Whatever new enemies may appear, my cannon and the scimitar of the Turkish warrior will make them regret coming into this world.

However, what the Sultan didn't know was that the Urban Cannon he had spent so much money to cast would never have the chance to bombard Constantinople.

And his 16 Ottoman Turkish army will never be able to climb the towering walls of Constantinople.

A considerable part of them can no longer even see the sun of tomorrow.

Because, a group of gods of death from another world have quietly raised their butcher knives at them...

——This war is about to end before it even begins.

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In a gloomy secret warehouse, Wang Qiu couldn't help swallowing the huge metal box in front of him, which was carried out by Russian comrades shouting numbers, with a striking skull pattern on the lid. Saliva, feeling that his legs seemed to be trembling slightly.

——This is a weapon of mass destruction that can turn a metropolis with a population of one million into a ghost town in an instant!

If something goes wrong during the transmission, even if I have nine lives, I won't be dead enough!

But the task is a task after all. Under the impatient urging of Sonia’s political commissar, Wang Qiu finally bit the bullet, walked over in fear, put his hand on the lid of the box, and took a deep breath The stale air smelled of oil.

"...[-] xx-type military Soman gas bombs, all ready, and now we're starting to transfer across planes in batches..."

At the same time, there seems to be nothing to do here, the vitality loli Cai Rong is still bouncing around to cheer everyone up, using her own way to carry out the pre-war mobilization with the style of the second girl:

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