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Chapter 927 Gray Cattle of the Roman Empire

"Caesar, Urla!"

"Caesar, Urla!"

"Caesar, Urla!"

When the square in front of the Blue Temple turned into a slaughterhouse, when hundreds of thousands of Turks who swore to defend Constantinople were baptized by tens of thousands of bombs and returned to their so-called "paradise".

On the Russian army's forward position, cheers like a roaring mountain and a tsunami have become the only sound in the world.

Whether they were old men with beards or young boys, these Russian soldiers in dark green military uniforms all took off their hats and cheered to their czar.

Tsar... no, Caesar comes to the front!

Caesar is coming!

"Caesar" is the title of the emperor of the Roman Empire. In fact, even the Turkish Sultan called himself "Caesar". They even considered themselves the heirs of the Roman Empire. Of course, no country in Europe would agree with this claim.

Now, at this moment.

Alexander I was riding a horse, pointing his horse whip at Constantinople in the distance.

Now he is just like Muhammad II who came to the city in 1453, but they are different. Muhammad II came here to occupy and conquer.

And what about him? He is liberation! He is recovery!

Launched the final attack on Constantinople, the capital of the Roman Empire, which had fallen for 424 years.

Victory will definitely belong to Russia... No, victory will definitely belong to Rome!

Rome!

There is no doubt about that!

When the double-headed eagle flag of the Roman Empire rises again in this city, when the Mass is heard again in Sophia Cathedral, the whole world will see it - the resurrection of the Roman Empire!

Roman Empire!

By that time, all the world will see is the Roman Empire!

There will never be a Russia again!

Russia is Rome, Rome is Russia!

Roman Empire!

As long as this word appeared in his heart, Alexander I became a little excited. In the Crimean War twenty years ago, Russia ended in a disastrous defeat, for which he lost his father.

Russia can be defeated, but there is absolutely no defeated tsar. A defeated tsar has only one way - death.

His father died of a "stroke."

From that day on, there was only one thought left in his mind - revenge!

Now!

He finally has his revenge!

When Constantinople was recovered, when the Russian army entered the city, when he entered the Sophia Cathedral. One thing is certain, the shadow of the defeat of Crimea also came from Russia.

Gone.

In the view of the complacent Alexander I, the battle that was about to begin was destined to go down in history as the most important battle in world history.

It's not about the number of troops, it's about this city, this special place.

"Soldiers of Russia, soldiers of the Lord, Constantinople is in front of you, the glory of Russia is now, the glory of the Lord is now! For Constantinople! For God!"

Amidst the shouts of Alexander I, the cheering soldiers knelt down one after another. They knelt down and said their last prayers.

While praying, Alexander I cast his eyes to the sky. He knew that the Russian airship force was currently carrying out the final bombing of the city. This bombing was carried out based on the intelligence sent by the Jews in the city. That stupid man

The Sultan actually held a grand mass in front of the Blue Temple. Don't they know that times have changed?

Thank God Russia has so many airships!

Perhaps, the Turkish Sultan and his soldiers have been killed! God bless Russia!

"All glory to you, Lord, please bless your warriors..."

In every trench, priests in gorgeous robes were praying for the soldiers. At this moment, they would launch an attack on this city that the Russians had dreamed of for four hundred years.

This is the dream of all of them!

When the airship troops carried out the largest air raid in human history on the square in front of the Blue Temple, the fierce bombardment began!

Thousands of artillery and mortar shells of various calibers slammed into the Turkish defense line. At this time, the Russians would never be stingy with the shells, and of course they would not spare them.

The enemy showed no mercy. In just one hour, hundreds of thousands of artillery shells hit the defense line. Facing such fierce artillery fire, the Turkish soldiers on the front line could only huddle in the trenches desperately.

Among them, trying to avoid the shells falling from the sky.

At this time, the Turkish defense line was already in danger because many senior generals lost contact - they were performing morning prayers with the Sultan at the Blue Temple, and the bombing claimed many lives, and was even more deadly.

What's strange is that when the Russian army launched its attack, the surviving officers had not yet been able to return to their units.

It was at this time that the Russian army outside the city launched an attack on Constantinople!

“God is with us!”

The first person to step out of the trench was not a soldier, but an Orthodox priest holding the holy flag high. The priest in black robes rushed out without hesitation.

Constantinople has extremely unique significance to the Orthodox Church. It is like Rome to the Catholic Church, except that Rome belongs to the Pope, while Constantinople is occupied by the Turks.

Now, they can finally return to their holy city!

When the priests jumped out of the trenches, they looked back at the excited soldiers in the trenches. After shouting, they rushed over and rushed towards the Turkish defense line.

"Ula!"

A cry like a mountain roaring and a tsunami sounded, and the soldiers jumped out of the trenches one after another. They held their rifles and ran desperately, shouting. Between heaven and earth, there was only one voice left at this time.

"Ula!"

"Ula!"

Screams like a tsunami echoed on the battlefield. The Russians completely ignored the falling artillery shells and the raindrops of bullets. They charged feverishly, like a wave or a tsunami.

At this time, it seemed that they were all immortal, and they had only one wish in their hearts, which was to overcome the Turkish defense lines and invade the city.

Ula...

Listening to the shouts on the battlefield, looking through the telescope at the Russians swarming up like a tsunami, at this moment, Li Bin seemed to understand why some people in Europe called the Russians "steam rollers." It wasn't because

The rest is because of these cheapest and bravest "grey animals"...


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