Chapter 923: Gray Beast of the Roman Empire (Third update, please subscribe)
"Caesar, Hurrah!"
"Caesar, Hurrah!"
"Caesar, Hurrah!"
When the square in front of the Blue Mosque turned into a slaughterhouse, when hundreds of thousands of Turks who vowed to defend Constantinople returned to their so-called "paradise" after being baptized by tens of thousands of bombs.
On the Russian army's front line, thunderous cheers have become the only sound in the world.
Whether they were bearded old men or young boys, these Russian soldiers in dark green uniforms all took off their hats and cheered for their Tsar.
The Tsar... no, Caesar has arrived at 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 recognize this self-title.
Now, at this moment.
Alexander I, riding on a horse, was in high spirits, whipping his horse towards Constantinople in the distance.
Now he is like Mehmed II who was at the gates of the city in 1453, but they are different. Mehmed II came here to occupy and conquer.
And what about him? He is the liberation! He is the 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 it!
When the double-headed eagle flag of the Roman Empire is once again raised in this city, when mass is once again heard in Hagia Sophia, the whole world will see it - the resurrection of the Roman Empire!
Roman Empire!
When that time comes, what the whole world will see is the Roman Empire!
There will never be any Russia again!
Russia is Rome and Rome is Russia!
Roman Empire!
Whenever this word appeared in his mind, Alexander I's heart became a little excited. Twenty years ago, Russia suffered a disastrous defeat in the Crimean War, and he lost his father for it.
Russia may be defeated in the war, but there will never be a defeated tsar. A defeated tsar has only one way out - death.
His father died of a "stroke".
From that day on, there was only one thought left in his mind - revenge!
Now!
He finally got his revenge!
When Constantinople was recaptured, when Russian troops entered the city, when he stepped into Hagia Sophia, one thing is certain: the shadow of the Crimean defeat faded from Russia.
In the eyes of the complacent Alexander I, the battle that was about to begin was destined to go down in history as one of the most important battles in world history.
It's not about the number of troops, it's about this city, this special place.
"Russian soldiers, warriors of the Lord, Constantinople is ahead of you, the glory of Russia is here, the glory of the Lord is here! For Constantinople! For God!"
Amid Alexander I's shouts, the cheering soldiers knelt down one after another. They knelt down and prayed their final prayers.
While praying, Alexander I looked up at the sky. He knew that the Russian airship forces were carrying out the final bombing on the city - this bombing was carried out based on the intelligence sent by the Jews in the city. The stupid Sultan actually held a grand mass in front of the Blue Mosque. Didn't they know that times had changed?
Thank God Russia has so many airships!
Perhaps the Turkish Sultan and his soldiers have been blown to death! God bless Russia!
"All glory to you, Lord, please bless your warriors..."
In every trench, priests in gorgeous robes prayed for the soldiers as they were about to launch an attack on the city that the Russians had dreamed of for four hundred years.
This is the dream of all of them!
As the airship troops launched the largest air raid in human history on the square in front of the Blue Temple, fierce artillery bombardment began!
Thousands of artillery and mortar shells of various calibers hit the Turkish defense line fiercely. At this time, the Russians would never be stingy with shells, and of course they would not have any mercy on the enemy. In just one hour, hundreds of thousands of shells hit the defense line. Faced with such fierce artillery fire, the Turkish soldiers on the front line could only huddle in the trenches desperately, trying to avoid the shells falling from the sky.
At this time, the Turkish defense line was already in jeopardy because many senior generals had lost contact - they were performing morning prayers in the Blue Mosque with the Sultan, and the bombing claimed many lives. What was even more fatal was that when the Russian army launched the attack, the surviving officers had not yet returned to their troops.
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 high the holy flag. The priest in a black robe rushed out without hesitation.
Constantinople has a very unique meaning for 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 a shout, they rushed over and rushed towards the Turkish defense line.
"Hurrah!"
There was a shout like a tsunami, and the soldiers jumped out of the trenches one after another. They held their rifles, ran and shouted regardless of everything. At this time, there was only one voice left between heaven and earth.
"Hurrah!"
"Hurrah!"
The shouts like a tsunami echoed on the battlefield. The Russians completely ignored the falling shells and the rain of bullets. They charged forward fanatically, like waves, like a tsunami.
At this time it seemed that they all became immortal, and they had only one wish in their hearts, which was to break through the Turkish defense line and attack the city.
Ulla...
Listening to the shouts on the battlefield and watching the Russians rushing in like a tsunami through the telescope, at that moment, Li Bin seemed to understand why some people in Europe called the Russians "steam rollers". It was not because of anything else, but because of these cheapest and bravest "gray animals"...
(End of this chapter)
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