Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 300: Collector
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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