That day, the sun rose differently over the waters of the Golden Horn. The walls of Eastern Rome still stood tall, but fear had crept into their stones. For on the horizon, atop his steed like a soaring eagle, stood a sultan: Mehmed the Conqueror.

The earth trembled with the roar of bronze cannons. With each thunderous shot of the Şahi cannon, the city of seven hills was reminded of its destiny. The ancient walls, guardians of centuries, began to crack under the resolve of the Ottomans.

And then, one of history’s most unforgettable moments occurred: Ships were carried over land! What the enemy called impossible became reality through the faith of the Ottomans. In the dark of night, ships slid over greased logs, and by morning they descended into the Golden Horn—dimming the last hopes of Byzantium.

The siege lasted for over a month, each day written with new acts of heroism. The raiders turned night into day, and Ulubatlı Hasan planted the banner atop the walls, arrows piercing his chest—but he would not fall. With every step, the words rang out:
“Either we take Constantinople, or it takes us!”

And at last...
The morning of May 29, 1453...
The cannons fell silent, swords returned to their scabbards, and Constantinople was conquered.

It was no longer just a city—it was the key to empires. An age had ended, and a new one had begun. The victory was etched not only in the hearts of a nation, but in the soul of a civilization.
For that day, history was rewritten—not with ink, but with steel and sacrifice.