I heard that the rifles of the Ming Dynasty infantry were much better. They had magazines. They could load thirty rounds at a time, and it was easy to change the magazines.

Unlike this crappy gun, which can only hold five bullets at a time, you have to pull the bolt to fire one round.

To deal with the machine guns on the opposite side, the only useful weapon is the mortar.

The soldiers from the artillery platoon behind carried mortars and rushed up with "whoosh" and "whoosh".

Mortars were mounted behind the remains of the bunker, and Zuckerberg had great confidence in the platoon.

The soldiers who can be assigned to the artillery platoon are all elites in the army. On weekdays, the training is the hardest.

The hard work of the artillery platoon was not in vain. Just one salvo directly overturned the bunker made of sandbags on the opposite side.

The machine gun was blown up more than ten meters high, fell to the ground and fell apart, with the barrel falling out.

The fleet on the sea began to extend its artillery fire.

The deep positions of the Ottoman Empire were filled with thick smoke and powerful artillery shells, which prevented the second-line troops from reinforcing the positions on the beach.

Ben Gurion picked up the telescope and looked at Constantinople in the distance. The huge dome of Sophia Cathedral was reflecting the golden light of the rising sun.

Thick smoke obscured his vision, and Ben-Gurion had to put down his telescope.

When the war reached this point, he basically had nothing to do. The real battle was fought by the battalion, company and platoon commanders at the front.

Soldiers from the cargo ship continued to get into the small boats, and then they were taken to the beach by the small boats riding the wind and waves.

I envy the Ming army!

Their small boats are larger than those of Israel, and can transport forty or fifty people at a time.

Unlike my own boat, which can only carry a dozen people at a time.

"Report to Commander, the battle is progressing smoothly.

The forward troops have occupied and consolidated the beachhead, and our army is developing in depth. We are attacking the port!"

It went very smoothly!

Ben Gurion breathed a long sigh of relief, this time he was betting that the beachhead troops were not prepared enough.

This time the gamble was successful. As long as the port area was captured, a larger landing force could land from the port.

This is much more efficient!

From the port to the Golden Horn of Constantinople, the total distance is 27 kilometers.

As long as we fight through these twenty-seven kilometers, we will reach the gates of Constantinople.

However, the real fierce battle will begin in the Golden Horn.

Because his army had to make a second landing there and cross the Golden Horn before attacking the city defense positions of Constantinople.

There were not just Ottoman soldiers with weak combat effectiveness there.

And there is also the elite Ming Marine Corps. Although it is not the most elite among the Ming army, it is still a strong opponent for the Israeli army.

But Ben Gurion was not worried. Weapons had entered a new era, and it was no longer the era of holding swords.

Israel now has the Ming Dynasty's 480mm cannon. No city wall can withstand such a powerful artillery bombardment.

Even now, Ben Gurion still can’t understand why Ming Dynasty would sell such powerful weapons to an obviously hostile country.

The matter of bribing the navy commander's wife is not on the table at all.

Moreover, Ben Gurion also understood that the navy commander's wife was not that capable of selling such important weapons and equipment overseas.

And they obviously know that these weapons will fall into Israeli hands.

I can’t figure it out!

If you don't understand it, then don't understand it.

Anyway, now that the army is in the hands of the Hebrews, the cannonballs will fall on the Ottoman Empire's head.

Oh, and the Ming Marine Corps.

The Israeli Navy's fleet began to move forward. The destroyers used direct firepower to directly bombard the Ottoman defenders in the port.

However, their bombardment was very measured and they tried not to bombard places with important port facilities.

The combat effectiveness of the Ottoman Empire's army was truly appalling.

Many times, when the artillery shells fell more than a hundred meters away, rows and companies of Ottoman troops would collapse!

They retreated like crazy towards the city of Constantinople!

The shells fell into the retreating crowd, causing limbs and limbs to fly wildly.

But the crumbling crowd didn't care about this, they only knew how to run and run backwards!

Zuckerberg and his people were chasing after him, but he could no longer hear anything in his ears. All they could hear was "whoosh" and "whoosh"!

Those Ottomans ran like rabbits, stuffing one into another as fast as they could.

Aiming and shooting from a crouching position, a cloud of blood mist burst out from the back of an Ottoman soldier.

But when he was about to target people again, he found that these guys were already out of range.

He had no choice but to continue chasing, but no matter how he chased, he could not find a second chance to shoot.

Many soldiers really couldn't run anymore and sat on the ground with livid faces.

Zuckerberg's steps were wobbly while running, and his throat was extremely dry. But when he was traveling lightly, he even threw the water bottle on the boat.

Each person only brought a hundred rounds of ammunition and a rifle.

In the end, there were only a dozen people left around him who were still chasing after him.

It was obvious that those Ottoman soldiers had reached the end of their strength.

Many Ottoman soldiers threw away their guns and lay down on the ground. They couldn't run anymore, even if they were prisoners, they would be like that.

If you keep running like this, you will be exhausted to death.

Finally, the Ottoman soldiers stopped running.

Because a sea appeared in front of them...!

When the Golden Horn arrived, everyone rushed to the ferry like crazy.

The guy who got on the boat first took a gun and hit the boatman on the head. He shouted: "Set the boat."

The boatman had no choice but to sail forward.

However, gunfire rang out soon behind me. At first, it was just one or two people shooting. Later, more and more people started shooting!

The boatman didn't hesitate at all and plunged his head into the water.

He knew that if he held on any longer, he would die.

Although the marksmanship of these soldiers is terrible, so many people are not sure which of them is the sharpshooter who can hit the target with a hundred steps.
Chapter completed!