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Chapter 663 The hero is short of breath

Seven hundred years ago, the Roman Emperor Constantine I established a new capital in Byzantium and named it New Rome, but the city is generally called Constantinople after the founder.

In the long years to come, Constantinople has been the largest and most prosperous city in Europe.

Standing in front of this city, Xiao Baobao's eyes shone. It is said that in this city, the gates of the palaces are all made of gold.

Xiao Baobao gave an order, and the Turks who had just surrendered to Daliao launched a charge.

The entire city is triangular in shape, with the Golden Horn to the north and the Sea of ​​Marmara to the south. Fortifications are built along the coast. The Golden Horn has two layers of walls. Outside the city is a trench more than thirty meters deep.

The soldiers carried thick tree trunks and rolled huge wooden barrels and rushed towards the moat to fill it up.

The trembling defenders on the city fired with bows and arrows to prevent them from filling the trenches.

But the results were minimal. After experiencing the miraculous archery skills of the Jurchens and the crossbow carriages of the Song Dynasty that fired thousands of arrows, Xiao Baobao simply did not regard these bows and arrows as enemy weapons.

If you put up a shield slightly, you can block it. A group of people huddled in the city to defend, indicating that they have lost the courage to fight against the enemy. Xiao Baobao is determined to win this city.

However, after they actually reached the city, the defenders suddenly seemed to be crazy and resisted desperately.

The Byzantine emperor, Alexius I, personally climbed onto the city tower and commanded his troops to defend the city. This second emperor of the Byzantine Comnenus dynasty still had the courage to face the war.

His empire was under pressure from the east and west. In the west, the Normans were trying to encroach on the empire's European territories; in the east, there were more terrifying enemies, the Turks, who were eyeing him.

Now that the Turks were defeated, the Khitans came who were more adept at fighting, strong men who had just left the East Asian grasslands.

Seeing that the front attack was frustrated, Xiao Baobao summoned a soldier and asked him to order the rear army to start digging tunnels.

Then on the ground, they no longer attacked, but used slings to harass and destroy the city walls.

Alexios wiped his sweat. His body was covered with sweat. Seeing the tide of Khitans retreating, everyone showed expressions of relief.

The people on the opposite side used the Turks who had been suppressing them as food, and easily captured the huge territory that originally belonged to Byzantium and was later robbed by the Turks.

Xiao Baobao, who was in the distance, had a sneer in his eyes. I want to see how long this city can last in front of us, Daliao.

The Daliao army fought hard under the walls of Constantinople, but Yelu Dashi, who was far away in Fuliao City, did not care about the war at all.

He sent countless sentry riders to constantly inquire about the war taking place in the east, and news came one after another.

On the dragon table, there is a map of Daliao in the past. Nowadays, several important battlefields are fought on the land of Daliao.

Because the two places were far apart, the latest news he got was a battle report recorded on a sheepskin scroll, which said that Wanyan Zonghan died in battle.

"Zong Han is dead..." Yelu Dashi muttered to himself.

An indescribable loss filled his chest. In the battle against Liao, Zong Han was as unstoppable as a god. How many powerful and dangerous passes were vying to surrender in front of him, and how many Liao soldiers died under his cavalry.

On the edge.

Now the war has only been going on for more than two months, and Zong Han, the great general of the Jin Dynasty, has died.

Outside the main hall, a chamberlain shouted: "Your Majesty, Yelu Xian wishes to see you."

"Let him come in." Yelu Dashi put away the secret letter and forcibly cheered up.

Yelu Xian came in in a hurry. Before he could report, Yelu Dashi asked: "What was the reaction of the Mongolian tribes?"

"Your Majesty, the grassland has changed! Hebule of the Haidu tribe was elected as the Great Khan of Mongolia, and the financial lord Wanyan Aguda consecrated him as the king of Mongolia. Hebule summoned soldiers and horses from all Mongolian tribes and followed Wanyan

Loushi went south and attacked Yunnei, winning three battles and three victories!"

Yelu Dashi let out a long sigh of relief. After all, he was too far away from there. In such a short period of time, there were so many earth-shaking changes.

No one understands the power of uniting these scattered tribes in Mongolia better than him, so he has always wanted to unite these Mongols under his own hands and become a new force against the Jurchens.

It's a pity that Aguda is truly a hero and has already taken action in advance.

"In this case, Yun Neiye is in charge... Hey, my friend Yao Xiyan... is also in danger."

Yelu Xian took a breath and said: "Your Majesty, Yao Xiyan was defeated in three battles in Yehu Ridge and pushed to Duanyun Ridge. He held on tightly. There is no danger. The danger is the grassland. Yang Lin has gathered countless people and is known as

1.5 million, I estimate there are 200,000 to 300,000. We are going around the Tianshan Mountains to clear the grassland."

"Yang Lin is in the northwest?"

"I'm in Yinzhou, I wonder if I'll go to the grassland too."

Yelu Dashi was completely shocked. He stood up from the dragon chair. This dragon chair was extremely luxurious and was a reflection of Daliao today.

There are countless treasures in this area. The land here is fertile and the climate is suitable. It is not inferior to the cold weather in Shangjing in Daliao.

But Yelu Dashi couldn't be happy. In his hometown, there was such a big scene, which was destined to be remembered in history, but he could only find out some information here.

Yunnei is the Xijing Prefecture of Daliao, Youyan is the Nanjing Prefecture of Daliao, and the grassland is the Southwest Recruitment Division of Daliao...

Now that someone is beating me up like crazy in my own home, I can only hide and watch secretly. How can I not feel aggrieved?

What's even more frightening is the strength they have shown. Once one side wins, they will completely become the overlord for the next hundred years. Even if the soldiers and horses in their hands have been together for ten years, will they still have a chance to return to their homeland?

Not many of his civil and military ministers want to go back. They are so comfortable here that they forget to go to Beijing.

"With so many soldiers and horses, it is best to fight independently on the grassland and cooperate with each other. I have dealt with Yang Lin several times. This time he will definitely be commanding from the rear. Once he wins...this Song Dynasty

Jiangshan, I’m afraid I have to change my surname.”

Yelu Xian took a step forward, leaned forward, and said softly: "Your Majesty, are you saying that Yang Lin will usurp the throne? Should we send some envoys to the Song Dynasty? After all, the Jurchens are enemies of both of us."

He is as strong as the big rock of Yelu and has a temperament like a rock, but he is also a little discouraged.

He sat on the dragon chair, leaned on the soft fox crop backrest, snorted, and then said: "No need, send troops to reinforce Xiao Baobao, and then issued an edict to the surrounding small countries to hold a fish head banquet next month. All countries,

The tribe must have the king or crown prince, the clan leader or the clan leader’s eldest son come to the banquet.”

"Your Majesty, what about Seljuk?"

Yelu Dashi rolled his eyelids and said: "Same."


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