By the small river next to a village a dozen fatales from the city of Siye, several women were squatting with their sleeves folded next to the ice hole that had been knocked open on the surface of the river, and the cold river water was beating their clothes vigorously, and with the sound of crackling, the women still had a little beads of sweat on their heads because of the force.

Almost all the men in this village work in the nearby mines, and when they come home in dirty clothes every day, the smell of choking is really unbearable, so washing clothes has become the most important job for the women in the village every day.

The river flows past the village, and on the other side is a road that runs along the river up the hill.

A heavy sound came from the road in the distance, and the women didn't have to look up to know that it was a convoy of ore coming down from the mountains.

Clouds of dust rose up on the way the convoy passed, and the wind blew the dust across the riverbank, blew into the eyes of the women by the river, and fell on the clothes in their hands, which made the women who were working stop what they were doing, and look at the convoy across the river with uncertainty while wiping their eyes that were dazzled by the dust.

The women seemed to be irritated by a flag planted on the ore carts, and they stared at the convoy with a crescent flag with a cold face, even a little hostility, until they turned the corner of the hill and were nowhere to be seen.

The women knew that the carts were loaded with ore for the Ottomans, which would be stored in a centralized manner, and then loaded into carts and sent south when they had accumulated enough.

Whenever they see these convoys, the locals are angry and full of hostility.

The nobles would be angry that their wealth had been plundered, while the commoners would be angry that they would not be paid for their hard work because they had to hand it over to the Ottomans.

The ore is temporarily stacked in a large warehouse at the bottom of the mountain as an important material for the south, and this warehouse is the last stop before departure.

The convoy walked a little slowly, the heavy body crushed the wheels on the road and the gravel on the road made the sound of gragra, and the crescent flag planted on the car fluttered in the wind, as if it was demonstrating to the people of the land.

A coachman glanced at the flag in disgust, and then shook the whip in the air with a little vent, and the pack horse pulling the cart instinctively quickened his pace when he heard the sound, which caused the coachman to be dissatisfied, and simply stretched out his foot and kicked hard on the horse's buttocks.

The pack horse neighed, causing many pack horses in the convoy to respond, and for a time the neighing of the horses came and went in the team.

An Ottoman on horseback looked back at the group, his hand was customarily on the hilt of his sword, he knew that the natives hated them, and he knew that with the natives' character, the slightest negligence on their part could cost them their lives.

The sound of horses' hooves came from the opposite road, and the Ottomans immediately became vigilant, and he told his companions to be careful of the convoy, and while urging his horses to run a few steps forward, keeping their eyes fixed on the opposite junction.

The figure on the horse came from far and near, and the Ottoman watched a little nervously as the other man approached, and when he was sure that there was only one person, he relaxed a little, but then he couldn't help frowning.

The man on the other side came to a halt at a great distance, and his mount leaned slightly sideways to look this way, and then he suddenly turned his horse's head and ran off the way he came.

This immediately aroused the alarm of the Ottoman, who turned back and shouted a few words to his companion in the car, and as his companions took off their weapons, he pursued the man alone in the direction where the man had disappeared.

Ahead was a steep slope that was not too high but just blocked the view, and the Ottomans hurried forward to the top of the slope, but when he saw the opposite slope, the Ottomans were surprised.

A group of horsemen were on the road not far from the opposite side of the steep slope, and although they were dressed in different attire, the weapons on their bodies showed that these people were ill-intentioned, as if they knew that the Ottomans would come to check it out, and when the Osman appeared on the slope, he saw a cold gaze cast at him.

The hearts of the Ottomans were cold for a moment, the Bosnian resistance never stopped, whether it was in the south or the north, many nobles were secretly supporting those people, but the Ottomans did not expect these people to be so bold to launch an attack not far from the city of Siye.

There weren't many of Sackler's men in Siye, but they hadn't been attacked before, because the Bosnians knew that attacking that Sackler directly might completely anger the Ottoman rulers in the south, and the northern Bosnian nobility, though disgusted with the people sent by the Sultan, did not want to anger them easily.

But looking at these men now, the Ottoman felt cold all over, and as he turned his horse's head and turned to flee, he shouted warning to his companions in the convoy down the slope, and listened to the sound of horses' hooves behind him, and he knew without looking back that the group was coming after him from behind.

The Ottomans in the convoy panicked for a moment, they did not expect a sudden attack, and they could not help but show a little despair in their eyes when they looked at the people rushing down the slope.

There were many more people on the other side, and although the Ottomans immediately raised their bows and arrows, and some of them raised their muskets by the side of the car, they knew that this distance was only enough for them to resist one round.

Sure enough, the Ottomans, who had to draw their scimitars before they had time to shoot two arrows, were immediately surrounded by Bosnians, who were much more numerous, and what made the Ottomans even more chaotic was that those coachmen who seemed to be honest suddenly began to make trouble, they kept driving the carriage everywhere, and the chariot formation that had not had time to form was instantly torn apart, and those people rushed into the gap, and some bold coachmen even began to help those people to attack the Ottomans together.

The Ottomans who had been exploring the road had already been cut down to the ground by the people who were chasing after him, but he did not die, he miraculously survived under the trampling of a large number of horse legs, but when he finally climbed to the side of a car and stood firm, and had to pull out the saber at his waist with great effort, he was surrounded by several coachmen he had escorted before.

Some of them held sticks to support the planks, some held short knives, and some held two pieces of ore with sharp corners, and the Ottomans saw a deep hostility in their eyes, which made him believe that if he moved a little, they would kill him without mercy.

The Ottoman slowly took off his sheathed saber and threw it to the ground, and then he slowly sat down with his eyes blackened from the wounds on his body.

In a trance, the Ottoman heard someone talking loudly, and from time to time there seemed to be some quarrel, but he was so dizzy that he couldn't hear what the Bosnians were saying, so he didn't know that the Bosnians hung the bodies of his companions on a makeshift cross by the side of the road, and then drove the convoy back in the direction they came.

The Bosnians were very quick to behave, or rather familiar with their surroundings, and before Osman's eyes darkened and passed out, he could only see the back of the convoy disappearing into the way they had come.

It was only the next day that the people of Siye heard about the looting of the Ottoman convoy.

This news made many Siya people very happy, especially civilians, and some even danced directly in the streets.

However, the nobles of Siye may not be so happy, and all kinds of news are circulating, and they are all asking who did this.

Regarding the hijacking of the Ottoman mining convoy, the feelings of the Siye nobles were somewhat complicated.

Of course, they wanted to see the Ottomans unlucky, but they also knew that it might not be a good thing for themselves.

The losses suffered by the Ottomans as a result of the attack must be compensated, and the Ottomans will certainly not rest on their laurels, so the life of the Siye nobles is not easy.

The nobles of Siye began to make secret contact, and they wanted to know who was so bold, or who had done such a thing without sending someone to consult them.

However, compared to the Siye people, Sackler of Siye wanted to know the whereabouts of those people.

The Ottoman who was exploring the way before was lucky, he was supposed to die of such bloodshed, he actually miraculously survived.

It's just that he doesn't have much to offer, nothing more than knowing that it's Bosnians.

Sackler listened to his men's report with a gloomy face, his fingers casually tapping on the thick carpet beneath him, and he slapped his face after thinking about it for a long time.

"Go and call that Gompati." Sackler's gaze was gloomy as he saw the servant bow and retreat, his fingers tapping the carpet again.

When the news of the attack on the convoy broke, Gompati was drinking in a tavern in the city of Siye, and Bosnian cider was famous, at least in his opinion it was not much worse than Montina's.

The locals of Siyah obviously hate Gompati, but some outsiders may not think so.

At least the owner of the tavern didn't refuse to do the business of this generous mercenary, although there had been a lot of unpleasantness because of this, but after Gompati and his men showed their weapons, the locals who had been planning to find fault temporarily stopped.

The atmosphere was somewhat depressing, but when the news of the attack on the minecart came, the tavern immediately became boiling.

The Siya people kept clinking glasses to each other to congratulate each other, and some of them deliberately looked at the "Ottoman doglegs" sitting in a corner with defiant eyes.

And Gompati, who heard the news, didn't react for a while.

"Is it an adult?" One of his subordinates asked in a whisper.

"No, it's not like an adult," Gompati shook his head in confusion, "we all know that adults aren't just here to get a little ore, it's more like the Bosnians did it themselves." ”

Gompati said as he looked over to the locals, but his reputation here was too bad for him to find out something.

The door to the tavern was pushed open with force, and cold air poured in, but no one was seen.

Everyone's eyes turned to the door, and then the lively atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

Seeing the Ottomans standing at the door with a gloomy face, Gompati knew that he had come to find him.

Sackler looked at Gompati, who smelled of alcohol from a distance, and he wanted to scold, but after thinking about it, he dismissed the idea.

"You know why I'm looking for you," Sackler didn't want to waste time, the minecart hijacking certainly made him a little anxious, but what really cared about him was the audacity of the Bosnians, "I want you to find those people and bring back all their heads if possible." ”

"You want me to kill them all?" Gompati asked a little hesitantly.

"Yes, brutal, mercilessly kill them all." There was no vicious look on Sackler's face, but there was a chilling coldness in his words: "I know you are a mercenary, not an executioner, but my orders are above your honor in this matter." ”

"Can I see why, just because those people hijacked your minecart?" Gompati was somewhat strange, he didn't need to be very familiar with this Sackler, but from his interactions over the course of several days, he could tell that this man was not an Ottoman who was rumored to rule only the vanquished by cruel means.

Sure enough, although Sackler's tone was cold, he still explained to him: "The minecart is important, but it doesn't give me the order to slaughter, but it's a very bad thing, the people here are rebelling against the Sultan's rule." ”

Sackler's mood was a little excited, he took a sip of coffee from the cup placed on the low table to calm his emotions, and then continued: "Do you know why I was able to inherit my uncle's position here, it is because my uncle was able to appease the people here in a very clever way, you must know that this is Northern Bosnia, not the south, even Sarajevo still has many people who oppose the rule of the governor, but in West we can collect ore from the locals, all this is the result of my uncle's efforts, So I'm not going to allow anyone to break it. ”

Sackler said, looking at Gompati: "I will always stay in this city, and if I do well, the Sultan may even allow my family to continue this position, so I will not allow accidents." ”

Gompati nodded to indicate that he understood, and it was clear that Sackler was more concerned about the threat posed to his position in Siye by the hijacking of the minecart.

"I'll do as you command," Gompati replied, "but those are supposed to be locals, and I'm not familiar with it at all." ”

"Don't worry, I'll be able to find out who those people are soon." Sackler was unimpressed by this, "Besides, I want you to be prepared, there will definitely be a lot of people who are restless when this happens, and I can't give them a chance." ”

With that, Sackler clenched his fist as if in anger, and he got up from the carpet and walked back and forth.

"Find those rebels and put them all to death, this is for revenge and intimidation, and the Bosmians must be made to understand that any resistance they may face will be suppressed with the most brutality, only then will they be honest, I was too merciful to them before, and now is the time for them to really know me."

"But what about the nobles of Siya, aren't you worried that they will turn against you?"

"That's why we need you," Sackler paused, turning his head to Gompati, "we're dealing with the bandits who robbed my minecart, and they don't have any reason to oppose me unless the Siya admit that they are related to them." ”

Gompati nodded silently, but when he walked out of Sackler's room, he whispered to little Cacho next to him, "Go tell your lordship, maybe our chance has come." ”