Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
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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