His Majesty John Palaiologo, the greatest emperor of the Romans. The plan to save His Majesty Laszló V and Lady Elizabeth will be implemented in two months' time, and it is hoped that by then, you and your empire will be able to fulfill our sacred and unbreakable oath. Your most loyal ally, Count Ulrich of Celre. ”

After Sophia read the entire letter, she put down the ink-stained pen in her hand a little dazedly, "Two months? Their planning, including preliminary preparations, took only two months? Not to mention how difficult it would be to forcibly take two members of the royal family from the Viennese royal palace, how many armed forces could Ulrich and his so-called allies gather in this time? You know, this matter is not just the end of the robbery of their mother and son. The Reich could not have given these two asylum protection, and even if they escaped from Vienna, where would they go? ”

"It's not difficult to declare war on Bohemia, and I guess when Pojbrad's Iri receives our war letter, it's also your dazed expression now. After all, we don't have any conflicts of interest with Bohemia. In this case, we will draw up a copy first, with a gentle and polite tone, and then show it to my father and Agrippa......"

John bent down to retrieve a new piece of letterhead from the book box under the table. As a result, only a small half piece of parchment remained, and the letters between the Slowe Gardens and the front line had become more and more intimate these days, and these standing things had become scarce.

"Evele, let's have some more to send me tomorrow morning...... Hmmm......"

The speed of wound healing did not seem to be as terrifying as the old Jewish doctor said, and in less than half a year, John was already able to bend down and even stand up straight with the help of others. The chest injury should have been more serious than John had imagined, but in the end, it was only the seemingly insignificant fracture of his legs that prevented him from walking independently.

"By the way, Sophia, why hasn't there been any news of the Ottomans lately? That Pedro has been traveling to Asia Minor for a while, right? ”

Hearing John's voice, Sophia was freed from her thoughts. First the attack on Athens, then the Serbian rebellion, and now Bohemia and Hungary are at odds with the German Empire, this year has undoubtedly been an eventful year for the Empire, but this autumn wind has brought mostly bad news. Sofia remembers that when she was very young, the previous Barcelissa and Lucio Caterina had advised her more than once not to get involved in the boring battles between men in the future, but now it became like a fool's dream to get out.

"Ah...... Speaking of which, there is a big deal...... Mehmed II was about to invade the Two Sheep Dynasty. ”

The warm Scurlar that John had just taken from Evelet sprayed directly on the purple curtain opposite the desk, causing Evelet to quickly pull in two maids to replace the curtains.

"A thief's heart is not dead! The thief's heart is not dead! John coughed twice and slammed the table again, "While the Empire is too weak to invade Asia Minor due to the fact that the Empire is too weak to invade Asia Minor, he Muhammad is really bold!" ”

Neither side was a gentleman, so there was no call for a truce. After gaining the advantage of the battlefield, the Serbian rebels immediately divided and surrounded the Romanian-Hungarian army.

"General Milosevickov! The Romans are trying to highlight the encirclement on our northern side! We don't have any more spare troops to fill the front! ”

"Romans? It's just a Greek waste without a seed......" Milosevickov swept his half-sword and looked down at the battlefield surrounded by his own soldiers, "In this war, these guys must know that Serbia will never give in easily!" ”

However, the surging Serbian offensive came to an abrupt end like their sudden charge. The allied cavalry was at an absolute disadvantage at the first time, but suddenly, almost all of the mounted cavalry, after Giovanni and Publius decided to change tactics, disappeared into the dense forest.

Milosevickov's choice of late night for the ambush did provide ample cover for the ambush, but again, night would greatly reduce the visibility of both armies, especially on such a quiet and deep night. Even with torches, the range of lighting that can be provided is quite limited.

However, in order to ensure that the army did not suffer additional losses in frontal hand-to-hand combat, the Serbian rebels did not use large-scale fire offensives, but superstitious about the excellent combat ability of their own soldiers in the frontal battlefield, and tried in vain to win more with less. This gave the Imperial Legion the possibility to freely shuttle through the battlefield through the night.

When the cavalry withdrew from the battlefield, the Imperial infantry line was completely exposed to the Serbs, but their scalps tingled when they saw the Roman phalanx, which was heavily armoured, well-lined, accurate and dense.

In particular, the new Roman phalanx, which was in the center of the two encirclements, had even begun to counterattack. The spear formation was an insurmountable barrier for the Serbian rebels, and the rapid change of formation and efficient firing efficiency made the entire phalanx look comfortable in any environment.

At this time, the Serbian cavalry suddenly found themselves in a dilemma. Their reason told them that they must not attack the well-defended phalanx of spears and hoplites, but behind them, there was a constant stream of friendly infantry, and in the midst of such momentary hesitation, many experienced cavalrymen became the guns of the musketeers of the new Roman legion.

The Revolt of the Empire was not limited to this.

The Holy See Guard, which had already been firmly surrounded, actually had the posture of breaking through the encirclement at this moment. And the one who rushed to the front was Angelo!

In order to ensure the authenticity of this incredible scene, Giovanni also specially wiped his eyes to make sure that it was not a hallucination. Because, at this time, Angelo was no longer the elegant, easy-going and polite rich nobleman in Constantinople, and the weapon in his hand was no longer a small and delicate, more ornament-like handguard sword. Giovanni had wondered why Angelo's soldiers always carried a Nordic two-handed broad-bladed battle axe that was incompatible with the equipment of the Roman legions, but now, Angelo, who wielded a battle axe on his horse and slaughtered the Serbian rebels like a farmer who wielded a sickle to harvest wheat during the autumn harvest, finally gave an answer.

"This old fellow...... Can you take it? ”