Gunshot!

The rapid gunshots rang out on the streets, and the continuous gunshots accompanied by the tongues of the muzzle. In the dark streets, two hand-cranked machine guns like cannons were swaying towards the guards under the shaking of the machine gunners.

The bullets like raindrops fell on them, and blood mist was raised. The guards did not even come to find out what was going on, but fell down in groups. Many of them did not even come to flee, but were covered in the rain of bullets like rain...

Gunshot!

It echoed on the streets with continuous gunfire.

The terrified shouts often ended abruptly, and then turned into the screams of wounded soldiers. Everyone ran around in a daze and at a loss, like bullets with eyes, constantly hitting them. The moment some people's heads were penetrated by bullets, their brains and blood splashed around...

This is a storm!

The storm of death!

On the narrow streets, the guards came and fled at all. In the end, all of them were swept into this lead rain storm and were beaten to pieces in the storm.

...

Finally, after the machine gunners empty the 500-round ammunition belt, they stopped shooting.

The storm finally stopped.

"forward!"

Li Yunjie shouted, holding a gun in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, and rushed forward with a horse. A few dozen seconds later, when he and the Marines holding rifles came to the Turks, they were immediately shocked by the tragic situation in front of them.

So much so that they even forgot that they were on the battlefield and just stood there in a daze.

Those Turks who escaped by chance even forgot to resist, hiding on the roadside like fools, or sitting in pools of blood.

Is this a battlefield?

no!

Just like a group of people were thrown into a meat grinder, there were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, and only a few lucky people sat in the corpses in a daze, or by the street, and they could clearly see their limbs that were knocked away by bullets, and some people were even torn into two pieces by bullets.

“…—*%—…”

Among the pile of minced meat, a person sitting there murmured. When he saw the Chinese appearing in front of him, his eyes were dull and he didn't even realize that this was an enemy. He just kept muttering, and no one understood his words.

Li Yunjie, who walked to him, looked at the already scared Turk, hesitated for a moment, raised his right hand high, and a ray of light passed through the air. When the blade penetrated into his neck, the head fell to the ground like a ball. When his head was cut off, blood sprayed several feet high, like a fountain!

Other soldiers used bayonets to end the lives of the Turks. Finally, when the streets returned to tranquility, Li Yunjie looked ahead and shouted loudly.

"Get into the palace!"

Kill into the palace!

At this moment, a kind of fanaticism burst out in everyone's eyes!

Palace!

This is a symbol of destruction of the country!

Destroy a country!

Without any hesitation, hundreds of Marines led thousands of liberated slaves toward the Turkish palace like a wave. Behind them, fires burned in many corners of the city. In the flames, tens of thousands of slaves turned into devils. They wanted to kill every visible Turk, and they set fire at will. Later, even the Armenians, Balkans, and Bulgarians joined in, and the fourth-class citizens of these empires also had anger to vent.

For hundreds of years, for the Ottomans, these pagans were not even considered "cows and sheep". They just ate the meat of "cows and sheep". However, for the pagans, they not only ate meat, but also dig out their hearts, eat their hearts, and drink their blood. The anger accumulated over the past few hundred years was fully released on this night, and everyone turned into a devil who did not know what death was.

In fact, everyone has a devil in their hearts, and sometimes they are always suppressed. What is needed is just a suitable time to be released!

And that night, everyone's devil was released!

Countless slaves and Christians killed in all their might to the areas where the Turks lived.

If you can't enter the gate, then climb over the wall.

They rushed into the house, killed people when they saw them, and robbed things when they saw them. Women became the targets of their anger, and even children became the targets of their vent. Faced with the resistance of the Turks, they set fires, threw torches into the Turks' houses, and used fires as their weapons.

These slaves and pagans who were once docile like little sheep and allowed the Ottomans to bully were completely in a state of violence.

Either be a follower or a mob!

And today they chose the latter, and they used their tyranny to vent their inner pain!

Facing this group of mobs, the Turks were frightened. They didn't even have the courage to resist, but they turned around and fled. But they couldn't escape at all. There were such mobs in every corner of the city. Although Turks occupied the majority in the city, because many men were recruited as civil defense groups, they were either on the walls or in the military camps, and the remaining elderly, weak, sick and disabled were unable to resist the attacks of the mobs. As for those civil defense groups, even in such an impact, they were broken by their limbs. They fled home to protect their families, but they often died on the road and at the hands of the "mobs" there...

When everything that happened in the city was brought to the ship, the soldiers who delivered the letter said horrified:

"The people in the city are crazy. They kill people and set fire everywhere, and even kill children of a few years old, they can't hold back..."

When the others heard this, their faces changed slightly. In the horror of everyone, Zheng Sen just said lightly,

"I understand, our troops are attacking the palace?"

Zheng Sen didn't care about the life and death of the Ottomans at all. It was just a dead person. The more chaotic he was, the more beneficial it was. Such a riot was simply a gift from God.

Those mobs were almost equal to an army of 100,000. This was beyond his expectations. Not to mention 2, but what was even more unexpected to him?

It was with their help that such a small number of troops actually captured this city!

"Yes, Major Li Yunjie is leading the officers and soldiers to advance towards the palace, where there is almost no defensive force."

"oh!"

With his eyebrows leaped, Zheng Sen looked at Constantinople, then pursed his lips and said to himself.

"If we seize Constantinople and their palace, wouldn't it mean that the Ottoman Empire would be destroyed?"

"No, Your Excellency, Muhan is still here without the fourth generation Sudan!"

Zheng Sen just waved his hand to Tomaso Molosini's words.
Chapter completed!