Li Xiao has always been wary of becoming an emperor!

The reason is very simple. The position of emperor not only brings great benefits, but also great responsibilities.

He holds the title of king in his mouth, and has the power of life and death. For many people, becoming an emperor is the ultimate dream of a lifetime.

But Li Xiao is different. He relies on various novels, station B, and all kinds of self-media renderings.

Li Xiao has always been in awe of this ultimate right!

There are many reasons, the most important one is that when the emperor reaches old age, he basically cannot escape the four words of widowhood and loneliness.

A young person without a father is called an orphan; an old person without a son is called a single; an old person without a wife is called a widower; an old person without a husband is called a widower.

If you really become an emperor, you will not be able to escape this fate.

This is how we won a battle. If we defeat the European countries later, we will make the world surrender to the Ming Dynasty.

At that time, memorials urging him to ascend the throne probably flooded the court like a tsunami.

What's more, there are always people like Zhang Huangyan instigating things behind the scenes.

When Li Xiao walked into the palace gate, Ben Gurion was looking through the telescope at the city that blocked the passage of life in Israel.

The beautiful huge stone city wall has now been reduced to sections. Next to the remaining wall are collapsed ruins that look like an old lady’s teeth.

This is a city composed of broken bricks and rubble, and artillery is useless here.

Ben Gurion never dreamed that mortars, grenades and snipers would actually become the protagonists here.

Large-caliber artillery, especially the 480 mm artillery on battleships.

Apart from making the ruins more ruined, it seems to have no better effect.

The terrifying shock wave was blocked by ruins one after another, and it did not have the power it had before.

Judging from the current situation, it is basically impossible to capture Constantinople in the short term.

The battle lines in the city are extremely chaotic, especially the Constantinople Railway Station. Both sides are fighting desperately for it, and it has changed hands three times today alone.

One battalion rushed out to attack, and after occupying the train station, only half of the battalion remained.

Then the other half of the battalion was wasted in a crazy countercharge.

At night, it becomes a crazy killing field.

I don’t know how many snipers from both sides were lying in the dark, ready to attack their opponents like night owls.

"Weizmann, tell me when we can occupy this place." Ben Gurion put down the telescope in his hand.

Chaim Weizmann was thinking about how to answer the commander-in-chief!

"We have successively invested six divisions and three independent regiments. The total strength...!"

"I don't want to hear the total number of troops. I just want to know when we can take Constantinople." Ben Gurion interrupted Weizmann impatiently.

"Uh...! I still need five more divisions."

Weizmann was so worried that he opened his mouth.

Ben-Gurion frowned and looked at Weizmann without saying anything.

"We have captured half of Constantinople, but we have also lost more than half of our troops.

Currently, several of the divisions on the front line only have 30% of their strength remaining.

According to combat regulations, it should have been withdrawn long ago.

Sir!

If it were not for the glory of King David, our army would have collapsed long ago." There were tears in Weizmann's eyes and he tried not to shed them.

Ben Gurion remained silent and still looked at Weizmann.

"Sir!" Weizmann was a little frightened. At this time, a group of soldiers who had withdrawn from the establishment happened to pass by.

Weizmann immediately pointed at one of the captains and shouted: "Come here."

The captain officer hurried over and raised his hand to salute Weizmann and Ben Gurion.

The captain only had two and a half fingers left on his hand, and the gauze was still oozing with blood. There was gauze wrapped around his head, and his other arm was hung with a splint.

"Thank you!" Ben Gurion had to raise his hand in return.

The injuries on his body were enough to prove that he really tried his best.

"How many men are left in your company?" Weizmann asked, looking at the captain.

"Counting me, there are still twenty-one people left." The captain replied honestly.

Ben-Gurion's breathing was a little short. The strength of a company was one hundred and two. Now, the number of members of this company has reached three-quarters.

Looking at his subordinates, some had their arms slung with bandages. Others had gauze wrapped around their heads, and some were holding a crutch covered in blood.

The lower body is a pair of broken trousers and a broken leg.

A lieutenant officer was lying on the stretcher. His face was covered with blood, and half of his arms and half of his legs were missing.

"Is the enemy resisting so fiercely?" Ben Gurion was finally willing to speak.

"Let him speak." Weizmann sighed helplessly.

Ben Gurion looked at the captain officer.

"Sir, the enemy has no defense line at all. When we rush forward, they use machine guns and snipers to consume us.

Once we occupied the position, their mortars would come down on us head-on.

Our company took over the position after suffering more than half of its casualties, but then those Ming soldiers appeared out of nowhere.

They fired cold shots at us and made cold shots.

The mortars were very accurate, and we couldn't see where they were firing.

besides!

The Ming army had something called a grenade, which was used by individual soldiers.

The range was three to four hundred meters, which caused us a lot of damage. We wanted to rush out and fight for them, but we couldn't find anyone.

At the end of the day, these were the only people left in our company. If we had not been ordered to retreat, the entire company would have been wiped out.

Sir!

We are not afraid of death, but...but our fists seem to have been punched in the cotton pile.

Even if I have the strength, I can’t do it!

Look at the guns in the hands of the soldiers. Some of them only have a few rounds of ammunition.

I really can’t find my target!”

There were tears in the captain's eyes, and his face was full of reluctance.

"Sir! Now the frontline troops have reached their limit and must be withdrawn to rest.

Our insufficient military strength has caused our opponents to consume us like this.

Only a strong force could be organized to rush to the end and directly drive the Ming army out of Constantinople.

Get out into the wild!

Only in this way can we win this war."

Ben-Gurion shook his head helplessly. Now there are not many reserves left from Israel.

"How many more troops do you need?" Ben Gurion asked.

"Ten divisions, if you want to drive the Ming Dynasty out in one fell swoop, you need ten divisions." Seeing Ben Gurion showing signs of relenting, Weizmann hurriedly doubled the number of troops he needed.

"Ten divisions...!"

Ben Gurion gasped.

Now there are only three divisions left in Israel's reserves. If they want to gather ten divisions, they can only be drawn from the northern front!

But it is difficult to say what happened on the northern front. The Ming army has not continued to take action since it occupied Minsk.

No one can tell whether the Ming people will go south or north.

Israel now attracts five million people. Although not all of them are Hebrews, they all retain the Hebrew faith!

"Uzi! Let's go, I'm proud of you." Weizmann said to the captain.

"Do you know him?" Ben Gurion was a little surprised.

A frontline commander actually recognized a young captain.

"He is my son." Weizman said lightly.

Looking at the injured captain, Ben-Gurion closed his eyes.

Weizmann has tried his best and sent his sons to the front line.

"Okay, transfer ten more divisions from the mainland. You must take Constantinople as soon as possible!
To be continued...