Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3843: Medicinal Gardens in the Skyscraping World
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 354: The Correct Day
Under the cover of the night, countless slaves, craftsmen, and coolies placed wooden logs on the ground and slathered them with buckets of grease.
Meanwhile, a massive Ottomain warship quietly approached the shore.
The warship dropped a huge number of ropes, and those who had been waiting a long time for its arrival rushed forward and either grabbed the ropes themselves or tied it around a livestock or a slave.
A horn echoed, and everyone began pulling the ropes.
The warship was pulled on shore before slowly moving on land via the greased wooden logs positioned beneath it.
“To think it works…” The Ottomain admiral, Pasha Baltoghlu, was bewildered.
Most of the Ottomain generals had thought that Momoana’s plan was unrealistic after listening to the details. She had sought to create a path out of rolling logs to heave their ships to shore, so that they could bypass the Golden Horn’s great chain barrier and reach Constantinope.
This would force the Romain soldiers to split their forces between the west wall and its harbor.
Your Majesty, you’re obviously daydreaming!
Yet, Momoana insisted on having her subordinates carry out her plan.
Pasha Baltoghlu, who had nearly lost his life a while back, had no choice but to do as Momoana requested. To his shock, Momoana’s seemingly ridiculous plan worked! Seeing the ships slowly traversing on land made Baltoghlu feel like his common sense was shattering.
Do I really understand the navy? Baltoghlu, who had spent half his life on the battlefield, fell into self-doubt.
“What are you waiting for, admiral?” Momoana called out to the stupefied Baltoghlu. “Steer the warships into the Golden Horn now.”
“Yes, my Sultana.” Baltoghlu lowered his head.
Whoosh!
When the first ship safely slid into the sea and floated up, all of the Ottomain soldiers quietly cheered for their success. This revved them up, and they diligently transported the other ships into the Golden Horn too.
Halfway into the night, they had already transported 50 warships.
“Hmph! By daybreak, those pitiful heretics will fin
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