"Karacha! Why will our army be the first to collapse! ”

As soon as he entered the military tent, Mehmed II, who had already received the news, rushed to Karacha in anger: "The left flank is our main force!" Half of the army was so quickly routed by the Crusaders? ”

"Your Majesty the Sultan, the war is not over yet, we still have troops. The left wing was not completely wiped out. ”

Karacha had no expression or emotion, as if the battle had nothing to do with him.

Muhammad took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and then asked: "Karacha, then please tell me how much chance of victory is left in our army." ”

"Twenty percent."

"What?" Mehmed II is on the rise!

"I mean, if the Crusader Commander's mind had not been controlled by the devil, our persistence would have been a futile struggle. Unless, they make a huge mistake...... Right now, I'm just betting on the odds. ”

"Karacha! If you weren't my father's most trusted general, I'd take your head with my own hands right now!" The general of the crusaders was János Hunyadi of Hungary! In the war with us, he never made a mistake! Muhammad said angrily, "My father and Hunyati have been fighting on the border for several years, and they are still at a disadvantage, and now that the Crusaders are in the driver's seat, how can they make a mistake that is enough to turn us around!" ”

Karacha said indifferently: "Your Majesty the Sultan, what you need to lead the army is calm, not this anger. Moreover, Hunyadi is not the only commander of the crusaders...... So, there is one more step to go. ”

……

Night had completely fallen, as the Ottoman left flank was on the verge of collapse, so their formation looked fragile and disheveled at the moment.

"This is our chance, General Hunyadi."

Zpischko rode on his own warhorse. Behind him was a dignified-looking Polish heavily armored knight.

Now the Ottomans are at the end of their crossbows, and it's time to give them the final blow!

"Knights, crush your enemies!"

Hunyati clenched his sword and took the lead, leading the legions on the left flank of the crusaders to charge down the heights of Franga.

The charge was like an avalanche, and the crusaders' silver-white armor oozes a chilling killing intent in the moonlight. Soon, the Ottomans also rushed down from their positions, however, such a hedge was, in Hunyadi's eyes, arguably the dumbest choice the Ottomans could make.

This is a provocation to the crusaders!

The Ottoman front crumbled in an instant when the two armies came into contact, and the screams of distorted pagans in their throats after being pierced by their rifles were everywhere.

"Keep charging! Rush to the Franka Heights! ”

Hunyadi continued to order, and the charge was particularly smooth, with the Ottomans barely able to put up any resistance, not even a decent fight. As if they were in a mess, they scattered backwards.

"General Hunyadi...... Not right! ”

Zpischko suddenly grabbed the reins of his horse: "There are too few Ottomans, and they retreat too quickly!" Even if their left wing collapses, it can't be just such a small number of people! And don't forget, they're twice as big as us! ”

Zpiśko's reminder made Hunyadi react as well.

Indeed, although in the darkness it was difficult for the various units to take care of each other, the resistance they encountered was so weak that they could hardly feel the presence of the enemy!

"The whole army is stopped...... Stop...... Zpiško...... What is that? ”

Hunyati was just about to turn back and order the whole army to stop charging, when he suddenly saw another cavalry galloping down on the high ground on the side of the Crusaders, pointing directly at the Ottoman Chinese camp.

"General Zpischko, have you arranged a reserve?"

Zpischko shook his head blankly.

The experienced Hunyadi understood what was happening almost instantly, and he shouted with almost all his strength: "Rush to the Ottomans' camp tent!" Defend the King! ”

Władysław, with just five hundred of his knights of the King's Guard and a few papal knights, began to charge head-on at the Ottoman tent!

Perhaps it was Hunyadi's too smooth offensive that encouraged and infected him, and at this time, the knights who surrounded the king shouted the order to charge in hysterical voices. On the high ground on the other side, the Ottoman royal tent looked so fragile!

"Today, Muhammad, I will take off your head with my own hands!"

The knights of the King's Guard and the heavy cavalry of the Crusaders differed. Although the cavalry of the Guards were also armed with knightly swords and lances, they were still among the light cavalry, and their horses were not armoured, which meant that the cavalry of the King's Guard was usually more of a harasser in battle.

However, their king was already in charge, and there was no way they could take a step back.

For the hussars, to reach this distance, it was just a blink of an eye. Władysław, having rushed under the heights of the Ottomans.

"Rush up and kill the Sultan!"

At this moment, a silver-white halo suddenly flashed in Władysław's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the Guards infantry, who had been lining up on the high ground for a long time, began to rain arrows at the cavalry led by Władysław.

Under Karacha's command, a large part of the Guards covered their armor and weapons with black smock cloths, so that Władysław could not discern how many Ottoman infantry were ambushing on the Franga Heights when he charged in the night.

Although the knights' armor was good for bows and arrows, the horses were not protected by armor, so the King's Guard experienced a major attrition during the assault on the Frankar Heights. But Władysław's courage and anger against the infidels still infected the knights, and they did not hesitate to follow the king and rush into the Ottoman line.

Despite the large number of Janissaries, their tactical literacy still fell short of their own soldiers in the inner city of Edir. The formation of the infantry line, though it looked rigorous and neat, still looked vulnerable to Władysław's onslaught.

"Heretics! Be judged! ”

In the infantry phalanx, Władysław was like no man's land, slashing left and right, and he penetrated all the defensive lines. And Muhammad's royal tent was only one step away from him.

"Muhammad!"

10 meters ......

Five-meter ......

Władysław could even imagine Muhammad's terrified expression after he rushed into the king's tent!

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, little king......"

A muffled sound suddenly reached Władysław's ears, and then he lost his balance on the horse's back for a moment.