But even if the old national teacher volunteered to stand ahead, the absolute poor strength still made the Byzantines unable to see any hope of victory.

The bombing of artillery fire made the entire capital look riddled with holes, the houses around the city wall seemed to be damaged, and the city was full of traces of burning by fire.

There are wounded everywhere in the city, some are burned, some are cut by sharp weapons, and the most are those who are hit by rifles.

The wounded were full of desire for life in their eyes, but the reality was that the medicines in the city had already been used up. If they wanted to survive, they could only rely on illusory luck, but they could only have a strong will.

In addition to these wounded people, the city was basically moving. Women and children were constantly finding some large pieces of stone in the collapsed houses and transporting them to the city wall; men all went up to the city wall, using their flesh and blood to block the attack from the Tang army, although from time to time, people were blown into a ball of minced meat by artillery fire. No one could figure out what it was.

But how can the flesh and blood fight against artillery and bullets? Although the young and old in the city are not afraid of death, this does not mean that they will not die. The attack of the Tang army's fierce hatred will cause them to lose a lot of combat every day. If they continue to fight in this way, in less than a month, there will be no one in the city who can stand up again.

But even so, Hou Junji still didn't want to drag it down. After the blasting task was issued, a team soon cut off the water route upstream of the circle river, while another team began to dig drainage channels under the cover of artillery fire, intending to lure all the water in the moat out.

All of this fell into the eyes of the old Byzantine master, and put him in deep despair.

Although I don’t know what the Tang army wants to do next, these are enough to show that the Tang army is carrying out a task in a planned manner, and this task is a catastrophe for Byzantium.

After realizing that the city was about to be destroyed, the old master found the king who was drunk and dreaming, and dragged his body to the ground: "Your Majesty, the time is almost over. The old minister has prepared a guard of five thousand people. They will protect you from the west city later."

Constant put down the wine glass in his hand and pushed away the charming woman hanging on him: "No, I will never leave. This is my capital. Even if I die, I will die here."

"Your Majesty, the soldiers outside can no longer support you. The king will sooner or later be captured by the Tang people. If the Tang army enters the city, they will not be able to leave anymore!" The old national teacher continued sincerely.

"Then let them kill. The whole country is gone. Even if I am alive, what's the point!"

"Your Majesty, you are the hope of Byzantium. As long as you are alive, Byzantium will not be hoped for. One day, you will take the Byzantium back with your army." The old master said sadly, without waiting for Constance to say anything else, and waved his hand behind him with force.

Countless soldiers rushed in and pulled up the king who was on the throne. Someone on the other side brought armor. Everyone armed Constance's angry shout, then stood up and ran out of the palace.

This is the last thing the old national teacher could do for Byzantium, escorting the royal family members to leave together.

Constance was already aware of what the old master wanted to do at this time, but no one listened to his orders now. Being able to escort the king away represents hope of continuing to live. Those imperial guards who did not want to die would naturally not disrupt this plan.

So in just two quarters of an hour, all the royal members living in the royal capital were gathered together and guarded by a cavalry of five thousand people to the gate of the city west of the capital.

The Tang army did not invest much troops on the west side of the royal capital. It can be seen that only more than 10,000 people were launching small-scale support in order to attract the attention of the defenders in the city.

These are all carefully observed by the old national teacher, in order to break through the last moment.

But breaking through does not seem so easy. The first step that the team that breaks through is not the army guarding the Tang Dynasty outside, but their own people.

Because when he learned that the king was about to break through, a large number of people in the city and some minor wounded men all felt abandoned. Under the influence of this emotion, countless people put down their work and rushed to the west city, blocking the cavalry team halfway.

They are slogans that they want to walk together, and die together.

Constance never thought that there would be such a day. If it were in normal times, he might have been kind to the civilians and the wounded, but at this urgent moment of escape, he would not have the intention to persuade him.

He just pretended to be fake, and he felt that he had done his best. If he had to accompany those untouchables at this time and wasted the time to break through, it would be a big mistake.

Thinking of this, Constance wanted to order his imperial guards to break through a bloody path among the people, but before he could order, the eldest prince stopped him: "Father, wait!"

"What do you have to say? Could it be that you want to stand with those untouchables?" Constellation changed color.

The eldest prince shook his head: "Father, killing them is easy, but it is easy to cause civil unrest. According to the different opinions, he agreed to their requests, open the city gate and let them leave the city together."

Constance heard that the eldest prince seemed to have something in his words, and couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "Oh? Keep talking!"

"Father!" The eldest prince looked around, then lowered his voice and said in Constance Stein's ear: "The weapons of the Tang Dynasty are extremely sharp, and it is probably difficult for us five thousand people to break through. Since those untouchables are also clamoring to go out, it is better to treat them as cannon fodder."

Cannon fodder, as the name suggests, means consumables. How could Constant not understand? So after hearing this, he glanced at his son with praise, nodded and said, "Then do what you want!"

"Yes, the boy is gone." The eldest prince agreed, bid farewell to Constance, and urged the horse to come to the front and the people who were stopped: "The people of Byzantine, I am the eldest prince Frederick. Please calm down, I have a few words to say."

"What else can I say? Abandon your people and run for your own life?!" someone shouted in the crowd.

"No, everyone misunderstood. What I want to say is that my father has agreed to take everyone away, but our time is tight, and the Tang Dynasty will soon find out our movements, so I need everyone to consciously abide by the order. When the city gate is opened, don't run around, and be organized to leave the city as quickly as possible. Do you understand?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!