"This is Serbia...... This is Serbia! ”

Brankovic was placed under house arrest in the Smederevo Fortress, where Milosevickov also commanded the Serbian war of resistance all day long, and all the reports of the war throughout Serbia, regardless of the scale and form of the battle, would fly here like snowflakes, the most recent being a letter for help from the defenders of Shumlia.

The city of Shumlia has been cut off from water and food and grass by the Empire, but the Serbian rebels are still holding out, and so far, the three strong attacks launched by the Imperial Legions have been repulsed, but this is also consuming the few remaining manpower of the defenders of the city of Shumlia, and they must obtain more supplies if they want to continue to stop the Empire's advance.

"Milosevic kov, give up. Do you want to repeat the tragedy of Fort Hamidi for a second or third time? Is the love of the Serbian people for their country to be trampled on and exploited by you? Brankovich slapped the last battle report of Hamidi Hill Fort on the table, "Thousands of soldiers, countless civilians who have not had time to evacuate!" They chose to die! Almost no one surrendered! Not even a horse or a weapon were left for the Romans! They're heroes! But what about you? You just sit here and watch the Romans, the Hungarians, and Derty, which once took Smederevo with a small amount of power! Little by little, they encroach on our territory! What can you do? Are you here to watch Serbia go down? ”

Milosevic did not meet Brankovich too much. He paced towards the side window of the fortress. The Danube flows slowly outside Smederevo, and the shadows of the trees on both sides of the river are reflected in the calm river, which is a peaceful scene, but in the eyes of Milosevickov it is extremely ironic.

This may be the last tranquility Serbia can enjoy.

"Your Majesty...... Albania can ride on our heads, who can blame it? ”

"Serbia was oppressed by the Ottoman Empire and then divided by the Triple Alliance, who can blame it?"

"Who can blame the whole kingdom for falling to the bottom of today's irreversible situation?"

Milosevic turned his head, he looked quite calm and calm, but for Brankovich there was probably more of a sentiment than contempt and disdain.

"Your Majesty, you are used to betraying ...... Or rather, betrayal of this kingdom. If the life and death of Serbia can dictate your poverty or wealth, I think you will not hesitate to give Serbia away...... How can a king like you be judged by the sacrifices of the warriors of Fort Hamidi? ”

"You ......"

Milosevickov took a deep breath: "It sounds like you are thinking about the people everywhere, but in fact, I am afraid that there is only one thought in your mind, the Serbian Avenger Army immediately disarmed and surrendered in exchange for the final peace...... Yes, I admit that even with the assistance of the von Habsburgs, Serbia is still in a situation where its fate hangs by a thread, and it is very difficult to turn it over......"

"In the event of defeat, will you be responsible for those who died for Serbia?" Brankovic approached Milosevic and glared into his eyes, "You said that I used the whole of Serbia as my own bargaining chips in exchange for wealth, but what about you?" Serbia has successfully restored the country, and you are being praised by thousands of people! Towering marble giants stand on the square of Smederevo! All the civilians have put you on their thrones and chanted your name! Even if you fail, you are a hero in the hearts of the Serbs, ascending to heaven in the glory of God and being praised by posterity! But! They don't know what you're like huddled in this fortress! You are afraid of sacrifice! I haven't even set foot on the battlefield yet! You are simply not qualified to lead Serbia! ”

"Responsible? Your Majesty Brankovich, no one is qualified to be responsible for them. They sacrificed for their country and shed their blood for the freedom of the Serbian people. That's right...... Like you said, I'm still alive, and I'm a coward compared to them. But I was ready to plunge my sword into the chest of the Romans. What about you? My dear majesty? A rather contemptuous laugh from Milosevic sounded in Brankovich's ears, perhaps because the two were too close, Brankovich seemed to see Milosevic's facial muscles twitch, "If Smederevo is now full of Romans, will you fight them to the death for your kingdom?" ”

"If Serbia really comes to an end, I will." Brankovich took half a step back, and a warm smile appeared on his face again, "Under the national crisis, I will ...... with you There is no difference from the soldiers who stand on the walls and hold on. No one wants to compromise, but I'd rather leave one or two eggs than a nest overturned. ”

"Wow! That doesn't sound like your statement. Milosevickov's tone was full of shock, but judging by his demeanor, he only slightly put away some of the disdain he once had.

In any case, it cannot be denied that Brankovic, after the anti-flag was raised, was still the nominal leader of the Serbian Restoration Army and the owner of the Serbian crown. But all this was just a compromise made by Milosevickov in order to prevent competition within the Restoration Army after the rebellion. The military power is under his control, and Brankovich's life and death are only a thought.

"If you really have the consciousness to set Ser Yaa on the path of rebellion...... Even after the restoration of the country, I can wear the crown on your head. ”

"And then use rules and regulations to restrict my rights? There's no need for that, General Milosevickov. If you can lead Serbia better, I have no desire to compete with you. If the royal power is weakened because of me, I will become a sinner of the royal family in the future. Serbia does not need a dismembered king! ”

"I am quite shocked by your profound righteousness today, my dear majesty!"

"If you sit in my place, you will see that all the compromises I have made are just to keep Serbia alive. For now, you should think about how to deal with the Roman army outside the city of Shumlia...... Or at least use the natural advantages of Shumlia to buy more time for the rear. The power of the Romans could not support them to consume us indefinitely. ”

Brankovic took off the Serbian crown on his head, which craftsmen had worked hard to remake day and night. The previous one had been destroyed by Hungary and was extinguished with the flames.

"After the independence of Serbia from the Romans, I will crown you with my own hands!"