"It should only be a matter of time before General Angelo takes Plintina, but Printina Heights and Fort Hamidi are only the key to the heart of the rebellion, and they are only the beginning."

From the Pritina Heights to the city of Prokup, there is a long mountain trail. The entire mountain trail is covered by dense forests, which not only has extremely poor visibility, but also greatly reduces the speed of large legions.

"General Giovanni, it's noon now."

"Well, I'll fix it for two hours...... It may take a day or two for the supply line to be opened, and the rations will be saved. By the way, show me the map. ”

The Šumlia Forest, which leads from the Princeina Heights to the city of Prokuple. In Giovanni's eyes, such a complex terrain is quite conducive to the rebels to launch ambushes on both sides of the mountain road, even if there is a vanguard to open the way, it is still in a state of darkness and light for a long time. Although the Phoenix Legion is superior in terms of equipment, numbers, and combat effectiveness, it is just that in the Teutonic Forest, Varus also believed in more than 20,000 elite legion infantry.

"After the repair, let the army march in three columns, and in addition, divide the vanguard into two parts. If they set up an ambush, it is likely that the first part of our vanguard will be spared......"

Giovanni was giving orders for the next march, and most of the soldiers were laying down their weapons and burying their pots and cooking, but for a moment of relaxation, there was a sudden surge of momentum in the dense forests on both sides!

"General! Ambush! ”

"Are they crazy? It's only half a day's journey from the Plintina Heights, and in such a place to launch a raid on the heavy armor legions? Once reinforcements arrive, they won't have a chance to retreat! ”

The rebels who rushed out of the dense forest did not rush to charge. The soldiers of the Phoenix Guard had just picked up their weapons from the ground when they suddenly noticed that several huge fireballs with a diameter of two meters, consisting of dead grass, twigs, and accelerants, had been pushed down from the mountain passes on both sides.

While the fireball burned and rolled down, it brought a path of flames on the ground, and such a fireball, with the help of potential energy, caused an impact that shields and armor could not defend against at all. All the soldiers of the Phoenix Guard could do was to dodge, and in this way, not only did the fireball still cause direct damage to some of the soldiers who couldn't dodge, but after the ground was ignited, it directly dismembered the entire legion's already loose and chaotic formation, and Giovanni couldn't even command the army to counterattack normally.

After the entire Phoenix Legion fell into chaos, the rebel soldiers, who were originally inferior in numbers, took advantage of the fire to charge.

"General Giovanni, there are their men on both sides!"

"Don't mess around! The infantry lined up on both sides of the mountain road to block their first charge! ”

After all, it was a well-trained Phoenix Legion, and the chaos didn't last long in the array. The change of infantry was carried out quickly in a very short time, but due to the limited number of soldiers around Giovanni who could receive information, his own soldiers, including himself, had to be thrown into battle.

"I didn't expect it to be you Romans."

As soon as he met the person in front of him, a sneer fell into his ears.

"Greeks?"

Giovanni took half a step back, stood his handguard sword in front of him, and after a moment of careful observation, he found that the rebel in front of him was indeed slightly different from the others, especially his temperament, no matter how you look at it, he did not look like an ordinary soldier, let alone a farmer who had been engaged in farming for a long time.

"Greeks? No...... I am a pure Serb. It seems that you are not stupid and did not choose to take Smederevo directly. It's just that this little cleverness has made you fall into this pocket. ”

"You ......"

"I'm Tolinka Yenivo. Duke Pristina of Serbia. With his sword in hand, Torlinka led his soldiers to continue to kill the Phoenix Legion. After taking two steps, he was stopped by Giovanni with his own soldiers.

Obviously, Tolinka had guessed Giovanni's identity somewhat, but their goal was quite pure, and they weren't going to delay here just because a Supreme Commander was in the way.

"The Empire has given you a glimmer of life, and since you insist on resisting, the Empire has no obligation to guarantee the safety of your so-called nobles."

"You should be clear, sir, that you should have cut off our heads in the first place, including Brankovich...... All of us are willing to die for our kingdom. And your choice of mercy means that you are ready to accept our vengeance. ”

"Just with Serbia's emasculated army and a bunch of peasants who have been seduced by you?"

Giovanni took his sword in his backhand and swung Tolinka's attack, and by this time, Vasica had broken free from the entanglement on one side and rushed to support with part of the Wallachian light infantry.

"You don't just think that this uprising was organized by our great Serbia itself, do you? With the revenue and troops we have in our hands now, I am afraid that we will be killed by your three filthy and filthy alliances long ago. ”

The advantage of the battlefield is gradually being lost, and this is also in Tolinka's observation. He and the army around him did not hesitate to switch from offensive to defensive. Committing more troops to each battlefield meant that there would always be an imbalance in numbers on one side, and if time permitted, it should only be a matter of time before the Phoenix Legion's defenses collapsed - Tolinka at least thought.

"Who's behind you?" Giovanni asked, gritting his teeth.

The fire is spreading, and if the Phoenix Guards do not withdraw from the lowlands in a short period of time, there is a good chance that they will suffer even greater non-combat attrition.

"Who do you think it will be?"

Tolinka's contemptuous smile was caught in Giovanni's eyes.

"You don't, you really think that the Phoenix Legion can't do anything about your rabble, right?" Giovanni suddenly put the handguard sword in his hand back into its scabbard and reached under the armor.

Tolinka's pupils shrank, and Giovanni pulled out a small firearm.

This thing is obviously much shorter than a normal musket. This exquisite gift from Genoa is a gift from the Giovanni Giustiniani family. At this moment, the muzzle of his black gun was aimed at Tolinka's head.

The battle was still going on, and the fire was still burning, but at this time, Tolinka's body temperature seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant.

It wasn't that he hadn't seen a firearm before, and he knew quite well how much damage it could do to the flesh.

"Don't worry, Mr. Tolinka, this thing has little accuracy, and it's not about causing damage—"