Tianshi is not on the side of the Eastern Empire. When Giovanni and Angelo were mobilizing their troops to go to the front, a heavy rain poured down without warning.

The rain may have been a bountiful harvest for the peasants, but for the Empire's armies, the muddy roads made the march slower and the army less mobile. For the defenders of Fort Hamidi, the rain was a relief in disguise. They had plenty of time to prepare more supplies and arrows in the bunker. There was also more time to expect support from the rear.

"Excuse me......" Angelo stood in the rain, looking at the walls of Fort Hamidi on the mountainside through a vague curtain of rain, "Since the rebels have chosen to garrison Fort Hamidi, they must have prepared sufficient supplies. Sticking to the city walls, coupled with this disgusting time and place......"

Even the full force of the Holy See Guard would not be enough to encircle the entire mountain city. And because of the unfamiliarity with the terrain, it was almost impossible for the empire to touch the food routes that supplied Fort Hamidi. The traditional siege methods had little effect on Hamidi Fort, and the rebels were forcing the empire to embark on the path of assault.

Obviously, this should be a trap that the rebels have already designed, and the empire has to jump into it like this.

The campaign to counter-insurgency had just begun, and it was at a stalemate. It was absolutely impossible for the Holy See to exhaust the Serbian rebels with a frontal offensive alone. The scale of the peasant rebellion is rather difficult to judge, but the Empire's supply of high-quality soldiers is absolutely limited.

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"Good night, my dear Majereign Brankovich."

Bound to the throne, Brankovich's face was pale, staring at the man who came surrounded by a group of soldiers. He had always thought that after being sheltered by Rome, Hungary and Albania, he would be able to ascend peacefully to heaven with his wealth. But such a dream was shattered at the touch of a button, and it came to naught in a palace rebellion.

"Lev Milosevickov! How dare you betray your great king. ”

"Your Majesty, I am loyal only to my country, not to my lord. Since the king has betrayed my country and watched his people being oppressed, plundered, and exploited, then I need to take up arms on behalf of the people of Serbia! Milosevic paused, suddenly pulled out his long sword from his waist and pressed it against Brankovich's neck, "What's more, from the moment you signed the instrument of surrender, you were no longer the king of the Serbian people." You're just a dog raised by the Romans! ”

During Branković's rule, Serbia was almost crushed by its neighbors and eventually had to surrender on its knees. Domestically, both the people and the nobility are more eager to establish an independent kingdom in the true sense of the word.

"Wake up! Milosevic kov! You are facing an alliance of Hungarian, Albanian and Roman empires, many times larger than Serbia! And we don't have many regular troops at all, do you want to rely on a bunch of peasants who have not even the most basic military training, put down their farming tools, pick up shovels, and go to fight against the invincible Roman legions? Brankovich growled.

Even if he is just a lackey of the empire now, at least the rations given by the empire are enough for him to eat and drink. But if Milosevickov's rebellion succeeds, or if any means are needed to boost the morale of the army and civilians, his head could become a rather valuable sacrifice at any time.

"How do you think I managed to get such a large force in such a short period of time?" Milosevic looked at Brankovic with sarcasm, "Serbs, never become slaves to others!" Unless, we have shed the last drop of blood, unless, there is no one left under the throne who can take up arms. ”

"To re-establish a false rule, for an almost unattainable goal, for your ridiculous beliefs and aspirations, to incite a gang of landlords with a couple of speeches, and then let all Serbs pave the way with their own blood? Milosevic kov! Do you want an independent Serbia, or a golden crown stained with blood? Brankovic struggled twice.

He did not know how pure Milosevic's purpose was, but he knew that no matter how brilliant his command talent and connections were, the best result would be to lose both sides, and nothing would change the status quo in Serbia. It's just the consumption of civilian lives for no apparent reason.

In Eastern Europe, the Triple Alliance, formed by the Romans, wanted to target an isolated Serbia, and by all accounts, it looked like a one-sided massacre.

"The crown? Do you think I care who sits on this throne? Milosevickov slapped Brankovich on the cheek with the blade of his sword, "Wake up...... My dear sir, Serbia is only in ruins, and if the people of Serbia agree, you should be the first to die for the great kingdom. ”

A few hours later, Milosevic's Serbian Restoration Army took complete control of Smederevo. The Hungarian garrison, Brankovich's private soldiers, and other bureaucratic aristocrats from outside powers were all captured or killed. The moment the gates were closed, it was destined to be a never-ending struggle.

Of course, Milosevic was by no means a fool, and it was impossible to win the revolt with a small Serbia, especially a helpless farmer.

Therefore, as the current supreme commander of the Restoration Army, Milosevic was trying his best to win external support for Serbia, and he never imagined that the first to lend a helping hand would be such a behemoth.

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The torrential rain lasted for four days before it showed signs of subsidence.

But for the Empire, the best time to attack has clearly been delayed. Due to the heavy rain, the land under the walls of Hamidi Hill Fort became muddy and slippery, and such a ground was quite unsuitable for erecting siege ladders.

Not only that, but the rebels kept patrolling the walls day and night. The Holy See simply could not find an opportunity for a surprise attack. It is not yet known whether it will be the Reich or the Serbian rebels who will be defeated first in the final battle of supplies and consumption.

Such a siege without progress consumes the patience of both sides. But Angelo, apparently, didn't have that much time to spend with the defenders on the hill.

"General Angelo, the rain will almost stop tonight, so let's let our soldiers try to attack first."

"Nope. Give them four days to prepare, and now the assault is to let our soldiers die! Don't they like to hold on, okay......"