Chapter 567 Basileus

God knows what kind of hatred can make the Romans fight each other as if they were deprived of their minds by the devil.

The walls that the Romans had used to defend themselves against the barbarians were now being repeatedly assaulted by the Romans themselves.

Belialius led an army of sailors and citizens to attack the walls of Constantinople again and again. The soldiers who kept shooting arrows had become numb. They completely mechanized the whole process, drawing the bow and arrow mechanically, and shooting mechanically.

None of them knew how many people they had killed. They just stared blankly at the pile of corpses and the blood that dyed the entire street red.

The roar of the citizens of Constantinople did not stop, on the contrary, they had very few arrows left.

"Caesar, Flavius ​​Luca's army has climbed up the city wall!"

It is hard to imagine what kind of willpower this was. The moat in front of the walls of Constantinople was filled with corpses, and the water turned blood red. However, Luca's soldiers still forced their way across the moat and built ladders based on the narrow land below the walls. After suffering huge casualties, they were finally able to push the soldiers up the walls.

At this time, the walls of Constantinople had become shaky, and the two sides were fighting each other on the walls, with people constantly falling from the walls.

If there were any historians who were brave enough to watch from afar, they would have feasted their eyes on this battle. If there were any historians with a critical mentality, they would have said: "The Romans are far less effective in fighting against foreign barbarians than in killing each other."

"For Basil! For Basil!" Andrew stood on the bank of the moat, pushing the soldiers who kept coming up one by one to the wooden bridge over the moat. He asked them to rush to the ladder in the front, climb up, and die for Basil's succession.

The attacking soldiers kept moving forward, and the wounded were being carried back continuously. Standing in the middle, on the left were the soldiers who kept attacking forward, and on the right were the wounded soldiers who were retreating.

"As expected of the garrison troops of Constantinople, they can remain so tenacious even when attacked from both sides." Luca looked at the city wall caught in the melee, secretly amazed. He did not expect to meet such a tenacious army here.

"Marenius! Marenius!" Luca turned around and saw Marenius arranging the wounded, so he hurriedly called him over.

"What is it, my Lord?"

"How many casualties have we suffered?"

"Oh my God, after more than an hour of attack, we have already suffered more than 500 casualties. Now the number is still increasing and is approaching 800."

"But we have no way of shaking the walls of Constantinople. It is a wall that has combined all the wisdom of the current era with the full strength of Constantinople."

The catapults are completely unable to play the role they should have, because such catapults will not cause any damage to such a strong and thick city wall, so this will be the home ground of the infantry, and only the infantry can attack the city.

Such an attack using piles of human flesh would inevitably show that it would cost a huge price to capture the city wall, even the outermost wall of Constantinople.

The archers formed a dense array and stood opposite the moat. They raised their composite bows and fired blast after blast of arrows, overwhelming the garrison soldiers who were defending the city and making them unable to raise their heads.

The tenacious Constantinople garrison had run out of arrows and had to stare at their shields under the city walls to collect arrows to provide to the archers who were struggling to hold on on the walls, but more and more enemies rushed up the walls.

"Stop them, don't lose heart, boys!" The centurion on the city wall shouted again and again to cheer up his soldiers to maintain morale, while he raised his sword and stabbed it hard into the abdomen of a soldier who had just climbed up.

"Damn it, you deserved it!" The blood-thirsty centurion rushed towards the man who fell down and fell heavily on the abrupt rocks, then slid into the river and became one of the corpses floating on the river.

"We must find a way to break open this damn city gate. Our army's ability to deploy ladders is too poor." Seeing such a scene, Luga was naturally anxious. Such a stalemate would only lead to increasing casualties, which could be one thousand, two thousand, five thousand, or even ten thousand.

Every time this happened, Luca would turn around and look at Liginia who was sitting behind him. Liginia was holding the golden cross tightly on her chest with both hands, closing her eyes and praying over and over again, hoping that God would appear and help Luca's army successfully capture the city wall that could not be broken through.

The barbarians were kept at a distance. Even the arrogant Attila chose to take a detour and choose to attack secondary cities that were easier to attack. No one wanted to take on this tough nut to crack. They didn't expect that the solid city walls built by the civilized world could only be attacked by the civilized world's army.

"We must shake the gates so we can take down the walls!"

Although this is a problem that everyone knows, now they have no way to shake this indestructible city gate made of steel.

"Use kerosene, use kerosene!"

Under Luca's command, the soldiers carrying kerosene barrels rushed to the city gate, braving the continuous stream of arrows pouring down from the city wall, and piled up the kerosene barrels under the city gate. Then the soldiers holding composite bows shot flaming arrows at the kerosene barrels under the city gate.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, a violent explosion occurred under the city gate. A huge flame suddenly bloomed like a flower of fire blooming from hell, rushing upwards and submerging an entire section of the city wall.

What followed was a violent burning, with the raging flames constantly devouring the iron city gate. The burning stunned the soldiers guarding on the city wall and also caused Luca and the others to burst into violent cheers.

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"Attack! Attack!"

Immediately afterwards, soldiers pushing siege vehicles were seen rushing up to the bridgehead. They had specially embedded a huge metal ram into the siege cone on the siege vehicle.

The flames had been burning for nearly two hours, and the iron gate had been burned red by the high temperature, and it looked like it was about to melt. The wooden gate at the back was even more shaky from the burning, and had no ability to resist at all.

There was no time to lose. The soldiers pushing the siege vehicle quickened their pace and slammed the siege cones into the metal city gate.

"boom!"

The red-hot, soft iron gate was vulnerable to attack and soon shattered to the ground under the impact of the siege cone. Coupled with the further advance of the siege vehicle, the burning wooden gate soon collapsed to the ground.

The city gate fell, and countless soldiers rushed into Constantine's walls in the flames, but were met with stubborn resistance from the ground guards.

The battle lasted for a whole day and night. At dawn the next day, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the streets and walls of Constantinople were covered with corpses.

The battle was far less intense than it had been at that time, and Marcian and his army were at the end of their strength.

"What a stubborn bunch of guys. I can't understand why." Luca asked himself. Looking at the city wall blackened by flames, he couldn't help but sigh: "Perhaps, only the army of the civilized world can conquer such an indestructible wall."

(End of this chapter)