"Lord Sultan, within half an hour, Thebes will be ours."

Murad looked at the map of Greater Greece from a makeshift tent outside the city, still expressionless. The plan to mobilize a large army to retaliate against the Eastern Roman Empire and annex Great Greece was fraught with risk. If Constantinople had reacted, Thrace would probably already be at risk of falling.

However, he believed that after his abdication, Muhammad would control such a large area of land and that it would be easy to pinch the Romans to death, and it was for this reason that he made up his mind to regain control of the whole of Greater Greece.

"I heard that Thomas of Moreah was also involved in this war."

"Right in the city, we'll see his body in no time."

"En......"

Murad nodded......

"What sound?"

He suddenly opened his eyes, and from far and near, the sound of horses' hooves was particularly harsh. Although he did not think it would be possible for any more reinforcements to come to Thebes, he also knew that the Ottomans would not have achieved what they are today by fighting with their instincts.

"Probably our ......"

"Lord Sultan! There is a cavalry charging at us! There are a lot of them......"

The Ottoman soldiers, who had just opened the Sultan's tent to report the situation, were nailed to the ground by an arrow that flew through the curtain behind Murad.

Archers, this authentic nomadic class, were mastered to the fullest by Vasika.

Hanging his bow back behind his back, Vasika drew his familiar Wallachian scimitar again. Behind him were countless heavily armed knights with heavy cavalry spears charging from top to bottom, and a large number of light cavalry armed with knightly swords.

The Sultan's Tent is so conspicuous at this time.

Although the Sultan's own soldiers around Murad reacted immediately, in any case, when the cavalry charged at this speed, even if they could organize a long wall of contradictions, they would not be able to resist. What's more, Vasika won't give them this time.

The makeshift tent could not be strong at all, and after the horse stepped over the improvised fence, Vasika swung his knife left and right, easily cutting the entire tent in half, and at this moment, Murad, who was protected by the five Sultan's own soldiers, was only five meters away from him.

"For the Empire!"

The Sultan's own soldiers, who were at the forefront, were directly cut to the ground by Vasika's knife, but the remnants of the war horse were not gone, and Murad turned sideways and dodged Vasika's deadly charge.

But all this is just the beginning. More cavalry entered the Sultan's tent and other military tents, and most of the cavalry spears were aimed at Murad II, who had been unavoidable.

Seeing the soldiers around him being stabbed in pairs by heavy cavalry spears one after another, Murad seemed to feel death just now.

"Protect the Sultan, protect the Sultan!"

Some of his own soldiers were stationed near Murad, the first round of cavalry charges had passed, and the most important thing now was to cover Murad's departure. After all, His Highness the Sultan is no longer as capable as he was ten years ago.

Vasika did not choose to charge the Sultan again, but led the cavalry into Thebes, where the gates were wide open! The great military exploits are not worth mentioning in his eyes, not to mention, he already has the control of the Phoenix Legion and the trust of the crown prince, there is no need to fight for the existence of nothingness. Honor, compared to the lives of his colleagues, is just dung for him.

But just as Murad was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a secret figure appeared on the hillside in the distance. The heavy infantry, dressed in thick knightly armor and armed with two-handed swords or heavy battle axes, reminded Murad of what Mehmed II had said to him that day.

The Romans, with an army not a hundred times larger, could not be defeated.

John, with a look of rage, stared at Murad II in the middle of the line.

"Charge!"

The alternating charge of heavy infantry and light infantry is John's killer weapon. The cavalry that was in the first step was only opening the way for the infantry to support the defenders in the city. Today, the vast majority of Ottoman soldiers have burned and looted everywhere in the city, and the defense of King Murad's tent can be equated with nothing.

Under John's command, the arrows quickly covered the Ottoman tent, and the remaining soldiers and other soldiers defending the king's tent were unable to form an effective line to stop the charge of the imperial soldiers. There was almost only a brief clash between the two sides.

"Pass my orders...... Murad II, without taking prisoners, was killed on the spot. Anyway, he would never agree to be a bargaining chip for the empire to contain the Ottomans, so it would be better for my warriors to win glory. ”

The morale-boosting infantry of the Phoenix Legion broke the Ottomans' sparse defenses almost only in an instant of contact. Even after a long journey, their deep-seated hatred of the pagans provided them with the most terrifying strength.

The Sultan's own soldiers were about to put Murad on a war horse, but John, who was armed with a crossbow machine, had all this in his eyes. Although lifting a crossbow was a bit heavy for a teenager, and he couldn't reload it himself, John borrowed the opportunity from the soldiers around him. This arrow, after a short period of aiming. Directly knocked the war horse under Murad's crotch to the ground.

"Beautiful!"

"Kill the infidels!"

The Phoenix Legionnaires, who had escaped from the entanglement of their own soldiers, immediately rushed forward and easily subdued Murad II.

"Didn't you say kill on the spot?"

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Majesty was captured by you personally, and the honor of killing him should also belong to you."

John was stunned for a moment, and then ordered: "Okay, you go to the city to support the defenders in the city, remember, we don't need many prisoners in this battle." ”

The implication of this sentence is very clear. The killing would continue until John re-ordered, even if the Ottomans had given up their resistance. Moreover, the capture of the Sultan was a great shame that the Ottomans had never had, and it was a terrible blow to both morale and combat effectiveness.

Murad raised his head, looked at the boy, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, and exclaimed, in not very fluent Greek: "Son of Constantine XI...... It was possible to penetrate the troops into our rear in such a short time...... You will become the Ottomans, the most respected opponent. When my son puts the crescent banner on the walls of Theodosius, the hatred between us will be reckoned......"

John listened very generously to Murad's last words. After his declaration of imperial self-confidence, an era of the Ottomans came to an end.

This raid surprised everyone, and also made Murad, who was eager to recover Greater Greece, lose all capital. In the documents that have survived to the present day, such a victory is identified by historians as the starting point of Roman Nirvana.