The two lean horses walked slowly on the road, the ground was still a little difficult to walk, and the air had just rained lightly the night before, and the air still smelled slightly damp and fresh.

A few farmers in the fields by the roadside looked at the wet soil that was trampled under their feet with smiles on their faces, the rain at this time is especially precious, the abundant water can make the crops grow stronger, if God bless the wind and rain, as long as the summer and autumn half a year passes, there will be a good harvest this year.

The simple and joyful expressions of the peasants seemed very relieved at this moment, which made one of the people on the horse who passed by the ridge of the field sigh softly.

"What's the matter, Kulash, why are you sighing so long?" The young man in the middle of the two asked strangely, "You've been like this these days, if it weren't for seeing you get drunk all day, I would have thought you didn't have any money to drink again." ”

"There's no money to make or even rob if you don't drink, but if you don't die, you'll have nothing." The obviously older of the two pulled out his sloppy clothes that smelled of heavy alcohol, and then scratched his unkempt hair, "Omo, how much money do you have at home?" ”

"What are you doing?" Hearing this, a vigilant look immediately appeared on the young man's face, "I'm telling you that this money is not for you to drink. ”

"Of course I know it's not for drinking, and judging by your cautious appearance, I think even the dragons in the mountains are not as dedicated to keeping their wealth as you do."

"That's because I know that if you're not careful, that money can turn into wine in your stomach," the young man looked at his companion with disdain, not showing any respect for the other party's age, "Kulash of Kachulica is an alcoholic, and even the other side of the mountain knows this." ”

The man, who was directly called a drunkard, was not angry at the young man's words, but reached out and patted his mount on the neck, stroked the horse's thick mane, and his gaze swept over the large green wheat leaves before his eyes, and cast them on the fields in the distance.

"It's a good year, if there is no war, this year will definitely be a bumper harvest." Kulash sighed softly.

Hearing his brother's words, a trace of melancholy appeared on the young Omo's face.

"Are the Ottomans really coming?" Omo asked.

Although he sometimes likes to ridicule Kulash for not even knowing all the alphabet and being an alcoholic, in his mind this always drunk brother is his idol, and the Kulash of Kachulitsa is the landlord who has stayed in Kachulica for the longest time, and this alone shows that he is much more capable than the original landlords.

What's more, the legendary stories of Kulash have been spread in the local area for a long time.

Omo knew that his brother had left home early on, that he had fought in many battles, and that he had joined the army that had fought against the Ottomans, and although many times he seemed to have done it for different lords, and even vaguely rumors that he had done it for the Ottomans, it was only from the rich booty he brought back when he returned home that Kulash must have had a wonderful experience.

It is also true that there are many legends about the Knight of Kulash, one of which is that during a battle, he broke into the Ottoman camp alone and escaped unharmed after cutting off the head of a Pasha.

The harvest of the years spent wandering outside was the two large cartloads of booty that Kulash had brought back, whether it was the various gold coins in the boxes or the delicate utensils that were worth a lot of money at first glance, and the prodigal Kuraš, who had been ridiculed by the people in his hometown, not only returned with a full load, but also became the owner of the Kachulica place.

Omo admired his brother and hoped to one day go out and make a career like Kulash, but Kulash was always against his idea.

"There's nothing out there but danger."

Kulash always said this to Omo, and when he saw his restless brother, he seemed to see his former self, only now that he knew what it was like outside, and Omo was obviously full of longing for the outside world.

"How much money is left at home," Kulash handed over all his things to Omo for safekeeping after returning with the booty, he knew very well what kind of virtue he was, the loot he had earned over the years was actually much more than he had brought back, but a large part of it had been squandered by him outside, in addition to good food and drink, a lot of his money was cheaper than those prostitutes, and now when he returned home, he was worried that he might not be able to control his indiscriminate spending, so he simply handed over all the money to his brother who could write and calculate, "We have to be ready, The Ottomans could come at any time. ”

Omo nodded worriedly, he knew that Kulash had seen a lot over the years, and although he had always been drunk all day since he returned, he had done things very safely, otherwise he would not have been able to hold the land of Kachulica.

And although he didn't see Kulash take the initiative to mention the previous battle with the Ottomans, Omo could sense that his brother was very taboo about the infidels.

"Tell me that all the money won't buy land." Kulash asked a little worriedly as he walked back with Omo, "I see that our family has a lot of land, except for a few villages in Kachulica, I see that farmers in other places also call me master, and I remember that I told you before that you should have enough land, and we want as much money as we can take away." ”

"These lands are ours, and even if the Ottomans come, they can't force them to take them." Omo said a little stubbornly, but then he smiled again, "But if you are willing to take me to war, we can also wait until the Ottomans have been driven out before coming back to recover these lands." ”

"What, do you think we can drive the Ottomans away?" Kulash squinted at Omo, "Or do you think the Greek princess can do this?" ”

"I'm just saying that if possible," Omo's eyes flashed with a little excitement, "we should probably go with that princess then, she is a descendant of the Roman Emperor, and maybe you can get more rewards from her." ”

"It seems that you still don't give up," Kulash looked at his brother a little helplessly, "don't think I can't see that you want to go to Bucharest like those people, do you?" ”

"That might be a good idea," said Omo excitedly, "I have heard that many people have gone to Bucharest, and besides those who came to our house with the princess last time, there are nobles from other places who are ready to join them, and there are rumors that the Vatican has sent an army to help them." ”

"So you can't take it anymore?" Kulash looked at his brother helplessly, "Listen to Omo, we don't mess with this kind of thing, if those nobles are willing to go to fight the Ottomans, let them go, always let them suffer before they know what a heretic is like, as for you, I already plan to let you go to Prague to study." ”

"To Prague?" Omo unexpectedly asked, "What to study, theology?" ”

"There is no shortage of monks in our family," Kulash said, looking at his brother, "and besides, our family needs someone to be a big man, and I am not this material." Go and study, and when the time comes, you can get ahead in the Prague court. ”

"But now the king is in Bucharest," Omo seemed to be undecided, wondering if he could convince his brother that "if we go to Bucharest now, maybe we will be able to serve the king in time." ”

"And he left his life there." Kulash was apparently unmoved by his brother's advice: "Listen, I'm not going to spoil your luck, but if you don't listen, I'll have you tied up and go to Prague for your own sake, and most of the guys who go to Bucharest won't end well." ”

Kulash sighed as he spoke, he also knew that just saying this obviously couldn't convince Omo, in fact, he was full of all kinds of unrealistic fantasies about things outside his hometown like himself, but should he be like himself, after going through all those things before learning a lesson?

Kulash looked ahead with a gloomy face.

The arrival of the Greek princess had disturbed him, and Omo's restlessness had made him unhappy.

For the nobles who tried to rebel against the Ottomans, Kurash was not only unoptimistic, but even thought they were stupid, both those who had lost their territory and went into exile, and those who still seemed to be in power.

It's not because he looks down on those people, but because he knows how terrible the Ottomans are.

The Battle of Varna half a century ago completely crushed the last vestiges of confidence that the Europeans were trying to take the initiative to attack the Ottomans.

Nine years later, when Constantinople was in the face of the fall, the Europeans were only watching from afar, but they had neither the courage nor the confidence to confront the Ottomans.

Now that half a century has passed, and the Ottomans have become more terrible and powerful, and the Europeans have become weaker, it is time to confront that behemoth, and Kurash feels that he is really looking for death.

Still too young, Kulash squinted at his brother next to him.

Unlike the rest of the family, Kulash was very close to his own family, and he was by no means the kind of person who used his eldest son to kick out his brothers or send them to the convent when he was prosperous.

In Kulash's opinion, the literate hyphenation Omo was much more productive than him, a soldier who could only find a way out on the battlefield, and because of this, he did not want to see his brother die as easily as the nobles.

"Don't believe those people, and how many of them do you think are genuinely supportive of the Greek princess?" Kulash snorted disdainfully, "That girl is just a shield for them, or they need her now, but in the future, whether those people succeed or not, they will not tolerate that girl standing on top of them, believe me, that girl may not end well in the future." ”

Omo was a little surprised to see Kulash, although he admired his brother very much, but in his heart he always thought that his brother was a very vulgar person.

He may be a good brother, but he is not a true knight, Omo thinks so, because he is neither a scholar nor too greedy and philistine.

But now Omo was a little surprised to find that his brother's words sounded very reasonable.

Just thinking about some of the news he heard before, Omo was still a little moved.

"I hear that the Count of Sander in Belgrade has decided to stay in Bucharest," said Omo tentatively, "the Count has sworn to live and die with the whole city." ”

"So you're going to Belgrade again?" Kulash asked, a little amusedly, "Do you really think that earl can hold that city?" ”

"If the legendary Knight Kulash is willing to help him, maybe the Count can really succeed," Omo pouted a little excitedly, "Didn't the Count want you to serve him before, but the Grand Duke didn't seem to like you very much, so you'd rather come back and farm." ”

"That's because I once wounded the Grand Duke's nephew," Kulash muttered as if to defend himself, "but that's fine, isn't it, I can be my landlord with peace of mind." ”

"But now in Bucharest is the Count of Sander, the Count is much more merciful than his cousin, don't you think this is a good opportunity, don't you forget that you yourself said that the walls of Belgrade are among the strongest you have ever seen, and if the Count wants to defend the city, he may not be able to succeed, and if you go to help him at this time, the Count will be very happy."

Kulash looked at Omo, and seemed a little surprised that his brother seemed to be much more clever than he thought, and that the Count of Sander in Belgrade was really an old acquaintance of his, and what really appealed to him, as Omo said, was that Belgrade was one of the strongest defenses of any city he had ever seen, which made Kulash a little tempted for a while.

Just thinking about the horror of the Ottomans, Kulash is a little unsure.

Seeing that his brother seemed to be a little moved, Omo immediately continued: "Haven't you heard the news of Zagreb, that Viscount Herva has returned to Zagreb, and I heard that he will soon inherit the title of Duke of Signacs, and he has publicly announced that he will not obey the orders of the Ottomans, maybe he will give us a good errand to go to Count Sander at this time, if we can win against the Ottomans, we can earn a lot of rewards and booty at that time." ”

Kulash touched the beard on his lips and pondered, he knew that he was still moved by Omo's words, or that the restless energy in his own heart had never really disappeared.

"But the Ottomans are not easy to deal with, will the walls of Belgrade be stronger than Constantinople, and see what the result of that capital is." Kulash sighed softly.

"Then don't we do anything!" Omo asked angrily, "Don't forget, you're a Kulash knight who has killed hundreds of Ottomans." ”

To the accusations of the brothers, Kurash just pouted.

"It's not difficult to kill hundreds of Ottomans, but it's too difficult to hold those cities, and they don't worry about the Ottomans refusing to surrender, so even if they go to the Count, if he just stubbornly defends Belgrade, he will still fail in the end."

Seeing Omo's puzzled look, Kulash reached out and rubbed his brother's head: "You don't understand this in war, unless you ......"

"Unless what?" Omo asked curiously.

"Unless the Count is willing to risk his army out of Belgrade." Kulash pouted a little helplessly, "But how could he do that." ”

Unbeknownst to Kurash, while he was teaching his brother, another man was making the same arguments as him.

"Belgrade's defenses are strong, but if you defend them, you will only fail," said Alexander, who was on horseback, to Gompati, who was beside him, "I don't know who that Count Sander is, and if he is not so stupid, it is better to take the initiative to get out of that city." ”

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