In the city of Belgrade, the door of the merchant Trost was knocked violently. After hearing the sound, Trost instantly guessed the identity of the knocker outside.

He kissed his wife and children's foreheads one by one, as if he was saying goodbye to death, and took his 16-year-old son to the door of the courtyard.

As an excellent vendor shop owner in Belgrade, Trost has a good family background and can be called the middle class of this era. However, because he insisted on his faith in God in the territory of the Ottoman Empire, even if he had a little money, he would live a life of tremendous struggle.

There is no way, the Ottoman Empire has never been very friendly to Christians, so it’s okay to have religious poll taxes, but the social class is full of discrimination against Christians!

Of course, by the same token, in European countries that believe in God, Crescent scholars will not receive any preferential treatment, and Catholicism's treatment of pagans is no less gentle than that of the Ottoman Empire.

The religious hatred between the two sides has been continuing for thousands of years and has long penetrated into all aspects of the people.

Every time Trost heard such a rough knock on the door, he was worried whether he could still return home.

Trost had just walked into the courtyard, and nothing unexpected happened, the door was knocked open from outside, as if warning the people in the house that their delays angered himself.

After seeing the person who came clearly, Trost sighed helplessly and said, "Mr. Paramut, I don't know if I need my help?"

The person honored by Trost is a Crescent Church, whose social status is not much higher than Trost, and he is just an ordinary little landlord.

However, it is because of the different religions of both sides that Paramuth has always suppressed Trost. The two are neighbors living on the same street, which is Trost's most familiar Crescent Christian.

Paramuth seemed to be in a bad mood. When Trost saw the other person's face, his heart tightened, and he felt that this time he seemed to be abandoned by God...

Paramut waved impatiently and shouted to Trost: "Bring your son with me, the French are fighting, and the jihad has begun!"

French?

Holy War?

Trost asked instinctively, "I am a believer of God. Even if I participate in the holy war, Allah will not take me in..."

“Where does it come from so much nonsense?!

This is the order of the Governor!

No matter what faith everyone believes, as long as they are healthy men, they must join the jihad that surrounds Belgrade!

If you dare to refuse, the next time it will not be me coming, but a soldier with swordsman coming to arrest you!

Trost, you should know what that would end up.

In Belgrade, God will not bless you!”

Trost stiffened, raised his hand to stop his 16-year-old son's rebuttal, bowed his head and said, "I am willing to obey the order of the Governor of Belgrade.

But I don't understand why our enemy is the French?

I remember France is very far away from us, and there are many countries in between."

As a relatively successful businessman, Trost's knowledge is naturally not comparable to that of illiterate workers at the bottom. He still knows a lot about basic geography in Europe, even though he has never been to France.

Of course, Trost's identity and status meant that he didn't know much. The Ottoman Empire would not deliberately promote the brilliant victory achieved by the French Empire in the three anti-French wars at home.

Paramut replied with some displeasure: "The Austrians were defeated by the French. Now the Austrians have become the younger brothers of the French. Let's attack the great Ottoman Empire together!

Damn it!

The French had already formed an alliance with us, but when we were fighting against the Russians, they suddenly attacked. The French were all a group of traitorous bastards!"

Trost's eyes lit up when he heard the news that the Austrians were defeated by the French, but he quickly suppressed the joy on his face, for fear of angering Paramuth.

As a believer of God, Trost naturally looks forward to the liberation of Belgrade by European countries. No matter which country it is, as long as it is a country that believes in God!

Only the people who have experienced religious suppression can truly understand the pain of being ruled by pagans.

There are many Christians in Belgrade who cannot stand the pressure and should believe in Crescent Church or defect.

Deacon, Trost's family business is in Belgrade. He does not want to be a refugee, so he can only grit his teeth and persevere here.

Now, he finally waited for God's army!

“Trost!

what's on your mind?

Do you want to treason?”

Paramut looked at Trost with gloomy eyes, and beat Trost all over his body with cleverness, and quickly nodded and followed.

When he left with Paramut, Trost's heart was gradually smoothed out.

The Ottoman garrison in Belgrade did not trust Christians at all, especially ordinary Christians like him. If the situation in Belgrade was not about to collapse, the neighbor Paramut would never have come to force himself.

Sure enough, the door of any male strong man on this street was knocked by Paramuth and violently broke into the door if there was a slight delay.

It seems to be demonstrating the authority of the Ottoman Empire.

However, what kind of people will show their muscles to everyone in such a simple and crude way?

A person on the verge of danger!

Trost and other Christians followed behind, watching the scene silently, but Paramuth's men were watching around, so everyone did not communicate with each other.

Soon after dozens of strong men were collected, Trost and his son followed the crowd and flocked to a temporary camp.

Trost was surprised to find that the guards guarding the temporary camp were holding two spears!

"It's really unimaginable that Belgrade is so poor that it can't even provide muskets to soldiers?"

Trost's son couldn't help but say.

Then Trost glared at him fiercely.

Fortunately, the number of people has increased at this time, and the few Crescent Crescents cannot watch everyone's mouth. This sentence has not been passed into the ears of Crescents.

Suddenly, the earth seemed to begin to tremble. Trost looked at the city wall in horror, where there were violent sounds, one after another, as if it would not stop!

"This is the sound of artillery bombardment, and Belgrade is being bombarded by artillery!"

Trost covered his ears with his hands, and his son, who was dizzy by the loud noise, explained.

This was the first time he heard such a loud noise, which was even more scary than thunder!

Those who can make such a violent sound will naturally be siege cannons that can easily destroy the city walls!

The giant siege cannons of this era are relatively mature. In addition to the specially built diamond fortress, ordinary city walls will be shattered as soon as they are blasted.

Even the diamond-shaped fortress was continuously bombarded by siege cannons, which was enough to break out the gap.

Of course, diamond fortresses have never been just a single wall, they are all layered. With just a few gaps, they still have to pay an unimaginable price to attack. Therefore, the best way to attack diamond fortresses is to use curved artillery and mathematical geometry to blow the defenders in the diamond fortress into an unbearable situation...

"Hurry, everyone will receive their weapons, for the sake of the holy war, for Allah!"

Paramut's men began to push Trost and the group of people, and rushed to an open space filled with wooden sticks and small axes.

After Trost's son finally grabbed a small woodcutting axe for chopping wood, he complained to Trost with a depressed look on his face: "My God, those pagans actually asked us to use this thing to fight the French!

The French are regular soldiers with cannons and firearms!

Those pagans won't let us die..."

Trost quickly covered his unrestrained son. It was still unknown whether the pagans would let them die, but at least the soldiers surrounded by big swords and spears could send them to see God in an instant.

Trost also understood that the regular army in Belgrade had run away or were fighting outside. These people with big swords and spears were actually armed Crescent Cultivators, and they were not regular soldiers at all!

Rumble ~

At this moment, the tall city wall in the distance collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then a shocking shout came in.

Paramut led his men and quickly drove them anxiously. There were many small leaders like Paramut, and there were thousands of "militia" equipped with wooden sticks and small axes.

Driven by the small leaders like Paramut, these thousands formed a bloated corps, holding weapons that were insecure and walked forward in a mighty manner.

Behind them were a group of Crescent Cultivators holding big swords and spears.

These Crescent Cultists were chanting slogans of holy war to cheer themselves up while walking.

Trost held a stick in one hand and grabbed his son's clothes with the other, constantly reminding him: "No matter what happens, follow me closely, don't think about fighting or killing people. When you see the enemy rushing up, you will immediately throw away your weapons and lie on the ground and surrender. Do you understand?"

"Father, what should I do if the enemy comes up to hurt me or kill me?

I can't do anything when I lie on the ground. I don't like this feeling of being dominated by others."

"Fool!

This is war!

Leaning on the ground is to tell the enemy that we have no resistance, only in this way will they not shoot you.

Even if you have the ability to resist, can you use this to fight against regular soldiers?

What's more, this is not our war, but the end of those pagans.

It won't take long before Belgrade will return to God's arms."

Trost's son nodded in a vague way, at least he understood that his father would never harm him.

The sound of the city wall falling constantly came, and Trost even heard the sound of large-scale blasts!

It is obvious that the enemy troops siege the city are opening up a spacious road to enter the city.

Sure enough, amid the continuous explosions, Trost finally saw the Ottoman soldiers wearing Belgrade garrison uniforms, and escaped towards them with disguised armor.

This scene suddenly caused the moving team to stagnate and riots broke out.
To be continued...