Chen Laohu said that Constantinople could no longer support it, and Shang Kexi felt that he was right.

The Ottoman Empire soldiers in the city are just a bunch of weak soldiers. They know nothing but bully their own people.

Of course, this is also the result of Ming Dynasty's indulgence.

As long as the Ottoman Empire's army can suppress its own people, if they have too strong fighting power, they will also be a threat to the Ming Dynasty.

But in the battle of Constantinople, this was simply a fatal weakness.

It only took ten minutes for the Hebrews to break the line of Ottoman soldiers with cannon fire, and then they would see those guys throw away their weapons and run away.

Then, the Hebrew soldiers could confidently occupy their position.

The battle has been going on for a week, and except for the railway station position, almost the entire Constantinople has fallen.

Stationed at the train station were the remnants of the three Ming Dynasty Marine Divisions.

Taken together, they are less than a division.

Today's Constantinople Railway Station is completely in ruins.

The basement of the train station has become Shang Kexi's headquarters. Shang Kexi has been staying in this basement for eight days.

Shang Kexi barely slept in these eight days!

In just these eight days, his three divisions and two Sikh divisions were reduced to less than one division.

The territory was also beaten from the outskirts of Constantinople, until only the head of the train station was left.

Now the entire Constantinople has been occupied by the Hebrews. The railway station is only 1.5 kilometers long from east to west, and a little more than two kilometers wide from north to south.

The main reason is that there is a cargo yard at the train station, and there are huge underground warehouses near the train station.

Shang Kexi is very lucky that the train station has an underground warehouse.

Otherwise, the Ming army would not have been able to hold on for so long.

The underground warehouse not only stored a large amount of ammunition, but also accommodated many wounded people.

Shang Kexi stepped aside and two soldiers walked over carrying a stretcher.

The moans and screams of the wounded could be heard. There were too many wounded. Shang Kexi had to free up half of his headquarters to accommodate the wounded and sick.

"Commander, there are more and more wounded. There is not enough medicine. There were three wounded yesterday because...!"

"Stop talking, what do you think I can do now? If the brothers are in too much pain and there is no way to save them... give them a ride."

Shang Kexi looked around and saw that there was no one around him and whispered instructions to the military doctor.

He felt a little sad. As commander, this was almost the only thing he could do for them now.

"Commander, does it mean that the commander-in-chief doesn't care about us? Does it mean that we have no reinforcements?"

"Silence!

Why would the commander-in-chief ignore us? The Liao army started with more than a hundred people and now has more than a million people. When did they abandon their brothers?

Keep your heart in mind, it will only last three to five days. The commander's reinforcements will definitely arrive!

Get away! Take care of those injured brothers. When they are healed, I will treat them to drinks.

Kill all the sheep in Constantinople and treat them to wine."

Shang Kexi kicked the military doctor!

The whole army knew Shang Kexi's words. After the battle was won, he treated everyone to a roasted whole sheep. One for each person, even if he killed all the sheep in Constantinople, he didn't care.

The soldiers went to the battlefield with the promise of eating roasted whole sheep, but now, more than half of them died in every corner of Constantinople.

Many people were killed by the battleship's huge cannon!

The military doctor ran away like an arrow had been shot in the butt!

Shang Kexi felt dizzy and stood still holding on to the wall.

During these eight days, he said this many times.

But he had no idea when reinforcements would arrive.

At first, he was told to hold on for seven days, and reinforcements would arrive after seven days.

Finally, the seven days were up, and three companies of reinforcements arrived.

Today is the eighth day of the Hebrew attack on Constantinople, and there is still no news of reinforcements.

Moreover, Shang Ke knew clearly that he was surrounded by the Hebrews.

The Hebrews had mobilized heavy artillery to bombard the Ming army's position at the railway station, but the Ming army's heavy artillery had been completely lost, with only the mortars still holding on.

Shang Kexi became a liar. He deceived everyone to continue fighting, and even deceived himself that he would live to see the arrival of reinforcements.

But he knew that it would be difficult for them to survive three days without reinforcements.

Because inside the telescope, he found more and more Hebrew soldiers gathering.

They seem to be preparing for the last attack, which will conquer the Ming Dynasty's only position.

Destroy them all in one fell swoop!

"Commander, telegram!" the correspondent handed over the telegram clip.

When he opened the telegram clip, Shang Ke was so happy that he didn't say anything, and tears kept flowing down his cheeks.

The telegram said that we must persist for three more days.

Three days!

Now almost every minute, soldiers are killed or injured.

Sixty percent of the soldiers on the front line were injured.

"Commander, our division commander has gone up. He said that if reinforcements don't come, we won't be able to withstand it anymore." An urgent voice came from the phone.

"Please give me a call before you finish the job. I'll help you." Shang Kexi put down the phone and picked up an Aka rifle.

He pulled the gun bolt to check: "Guard Company, follow me."

Walking out of the underground warehouse exit, Shang Kexi was overcome by the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and shed tears.

"Sir! Why did you come out? We are not all dead yet."

A guy whose face was covered in gunpowder smoke and looked like a kid yelled at Shang Kexi.

"What's the fuss about? Why can't the shells hit you?" Shang Kexi lay down on the edge of a ruin and looked into the distance with a telescope.

In the darkness before dawn, bullets streaked everywhere, leaving behind scorching bullet marks.

Shang Kexi could not see a few Ming soldiers in his eyes.

Only bullet marks could be seen, streaking through the air and shooting into the distance.

There was a group of Hebrew soldiers in front of them charging forward. Their strength was about a company.

It's just that these Hebrews, wearing Hebrew military uniforms, don't look like Hebrews.

These people did not spread out in a tactical formation, nor did they run in a z-shaped pattern like those who had been trained.

They were lurking around surly, occasionally glancing behind them, and several of them wanted to turn around and run back.

But as soon as they turned around, gunshots would be heard from behind. Bullets hit their feet, forcing these people to turn around and continue moving forward.

These are not Hebrew soldiers. The Hebrew soldiers in the past were very fanatical. They were not afraid of death when charging, and their fighting will was even higher than that of the Ming army.

Shang Kexi put down the telescope in his hand, his mind filled with questions.

"Commander, the Hebrews have learned the lesson. They captured these people's families and forced them to die.

You see, we have reached a minefield." The battalion commander pointed to the minefield in the distance and sighed helplessly.

Every night, soldiers risk their lives to lay mines.

If you were slightly careless, you would either be killed by a cannonball or a rifle. More likely, you would encounter a mine that was installed by the Hebrews when they withdrew.

In this battlefield where injury equals death, the disappearance of a life is as common as the death of an ant.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

"...!"

Explosions followed by screams continued to reach Shang Kexi's ears.

Shang Kexi shook his head helplessly. When the war reached this point, he would resort to any means.

"Order mortars to blow these people back. You can't...!" Shang Kexi swallowed the words alive.

The Ottomans, frightened by the explosion, ran back as if they were dead, but just after running more than ten meters, the sound of heavy machine guns came over them.

Fiery red bullet marks streaked across the dim skylight, accurately greeting them.

The running people were immediately covered in flesh and blood, and then fell to the ground helplessly.

In less than five minutes, more than a hundred men died cleanly.

The Hebrews didn't care about these people, but a dozen minutes later, more than a hundred Ottomans were driven onto the battlefield.
To be continued...