Unbeknownst to her, the thief she shot was and the man fell from his horse like a pricked rag bag after the dull sound of the gunshot, followed by her distinctive "La sparatoria!" The projectiles that erupted from behind the wagons of the horizontal rows poured out like hail that suddenly fell from the sky in the summer towards the horse thieves who rushed on the opposite side!

The trails of looming smoke connected the two sides into a bond of death, and several of the horsethieves who rushed to the front could even touch the chariot's gang with the tip of their noses, but what awaited them was the call of death.

The shock and casualties of the first round of firing immediately knocked the horse thieves into a daze, and some of them instinctively reined in their mounts in panic but did not know what to do, and their ears were still ringing at this time, but they were completely stunned not so much by the sound of the gunshots as by the sudden change.

They looked at their companions who were still alive and kicking in the blink of an eye on the ground, and at the horses that had lost their owners and were running around in front of them, some of them wanted to turn around and run away but couldn't make up their minds, and some of them were completely frozen.

The middle-aged man who rushed from the side of the convoy also heard the terrible gunshot, and he also saw the terrible scene, but he had no time to stop his companions, and because the other convoy formed a strange long camp, not the usual prototype formation, there were only two horse-drawn carriages side by side in front of them.

The middle-aged man in the running roared without even thinking about it, he knew that at this time he could only rush up, and he had already seen that it was the fierce shooting that he had never dreamed of just now, which had shot many of his companions to the ground, and they were all good young men, but now they died inexplicably in the hands of this strange convoy, which made the middle-aged man forget what they were here for, and he himself had not long ago ordered to only rob and not kill, At this time, he only wants to avenge the young lads he has watched grow up since childhood.

The middle-aged man swung his broadblade sword, his eyes red with rage, his screams turning into meaningless roars in his throat, and he rushed madly towards the carriages on the side, until the gang of the two carriages suddenly collapsed in close proximity, revealing a pile of strange things inside.

It seemed to be a pile of long pipes, all fixed to wooden frames, the square tubes forming a phalanx, and the black holes of the pipes were aimed at them.

The middle-aged man sensed the danger, which he had gradually cultivated over the years as a horse thief, and it was with this instinct that he had led his companions to avoid the traps set by the nobles.

"Spread out!" The middle-aged man raised his sword high to warn his companions behind him, although he knew that this might not be able to completely dodge, but at this time he just wanted to stay away from those strange things that seemed dangerous.

"Squeak~"

In the confusion, the middle-aged man seemed to hear a series of strange noises, the sound was obviously coming from the carriage opposite, because the distance was too close and the sound was really loud, so even in the hasty dodge, he still vaguely heard the monotony of the thing, as if something was stirring the sound.

And then - "Bang Bang Bang~"

It was so neat that it was all the same, and the roar began to ring out of the carriage in turn.

1st round, 2nd round, 3rd round, 4th round!

The middle-aged man vaguely remembered that although he only glanced at it in a hurry, he still remembered that the square thing seemed to be composed of four rows of such pipes, and he couldn't see how many pipes there were in a row.

And the middle-aged man fell off his horse because of the bullet in his mount when the first round of gunfire rang out.

And the worse thing is that his body was crushed by the mount, although he was not injured, but the heavy horse corpse crushed him so that he could not move at all.

He could only lie on the ground, looking up at the terrible thing in a very short time, and in a short time it shot rows of dense projectiles, and the companions he brought with him were knocked off their horses before they could even turn around and run away.

"God, what kind of devil is this?" The middle-aged man groaned in horror, he already knew by this time that it should be some kind of musket, but he had never seen such a fierce fire, and the shooting was so dense and fast.

The muskets finally stopped firing after four rounds of fire, but the middle-aged man knew that it was only in this brief moment, that the companions he had brought with him had already suffered heavy casualties, and what made him even more uneasy was that the shooting in front of the convoy had not stopped, and the panic caused by the killing after the companions he had been expecting to hear rushed into the formation did not happen at all.

The middle-aged man struggled again with a low roar, this time he finally broke free from under the heavy carcass of the horse, he gasped and grabbed a saber on the ground, and just as he looked back in a panic for his companion, a high shout of "ha" came from the side of the carriage.

The middle-aged man immediately turned his head, and then he saw a man with a checkered turban wrapped around his head, a large wide outer scarf, and a wide leg trousers that were not fat and neat, jumping from the roof of the carriage.

The man twisted the beard on his lips with his left hand, and waved a saber casually in his right hand, and the slightly curved snow-bright blade of the saber flew up and down like a toy in his hand, bringing a dazzling light.

"Looks like you're lucky," Nashan looked at the middle-aged man walking towards him, he casually slung the knife over his shoulder and looked at the other party, and then suddenly asked in a thick accent, "Do you speak Hanas?" ”

The middle-aged man looked at this gypsy in amazement, he could tell from his clothes that this was a gypsy, but he didn't expect this person to talk to him in Hanas, although it was on the battlefield, and the other party was also an enemy, but he couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this long-lost language.

"Looks like I understand." Nashan roughly guessed the result from the other party's obviously surprised rather than confused expression, and his wrist shook and played a knife flower, "Since this is easy, now you have two paths." ”

"What?" Middle-aged people haven't understood yet.

Nashan did not answer, but slashed at the saber swinging.

For a moment, two sharp sabers collided with each other, making a clanging and slashing sound.

Hosha walked cautiously on the grass, sometimes pausing to look down at the ground she was sure to be on the ground or shattered by her musket or flesh, but even so, her graceful movements in her skirt looked like she was strolling through a banquet or a ball, rather than walking on a battlefield in the wilderness.

He was followed by several soldiers, all dressed in light but sturdy armor, and the muskets they held in their hands were more complex than the others', most notably the intricate wrenching gears of the muskets' firing machine, and the obtrusive-looking reloading pouches that hung from their waists.

In fact, the muskets were a new invention that he regarded as a proud work, and after receiving from Alexander some nonsense that sounded completely incomprehensible, but seemed to be very powerful, he made them according to the idea that Alexander had said. The complex and obviously overly sophisticated manufacturing process of these muskets was obviously not in line with Alexander's idea of mass production, so this kind of firing using rotary teeth was called a striking wheel gun by Alexander, and it was a peculiar musket that used a simple fixed charge pack, and so many pitiful more than 100 were made.

Even so, she was very interested in the manufacture of these shotguns, and she examined almost every gun with the same care as other aristocratic ladies were obsessed with jewelry.

And the reason for this is only because "I heard that my brother likes this kind of musket very much." ”

Many of the horse thieves had already been killed, and the smell of blood and gunpowder in the air was unpleasant, which made Josha frown, she was already tired of those days on the ship, but now she was forced to smell them, but when she heard her men report the results of the battle to her, she smiled again.

"These are just bandits," said Zhisa in a contemptuous tone to his somewhat excited men, "if they are Ottomans, or true knights, perhaps we can be proud of such a victory, and we should go and see Nashan for now." ”

"Yes, Miss Count." His subordinates hurriedly ordered to leave, but he didn't see the happy look on his face when he turned around.

"40 robbers, 40 robbers killed." Jisha clenched her fists excitedly to show her reward.

The killing of 40 robbers was not something to be particularly proud of, but what really excited Shosha was that the robbers had been killed with muskets by the guards protecting the convoy.

She couldn't help but be thrilled that the musket she had made had such power, but even then she couldn't imagine what kind of impact this small battle would have on the future in the deserted Creracian wasteland.

This was the first time since the birth of firearms that a unit composed entirely of hot weapons defeated cold weapons on the battlefield!

Tsuisa had a lot of faith in Nashan, so she didn't rush to ask someone to help him, this confidence actually came from Nashan's bravery in front of Lady George Anne in order to pursue her mother, at least the nobles who were jealous of him had been beaten to the ground by this bohemian, including some famous people who had learned the essence of the Venetian sword school, or some nobles who had been in the limelight in the Milan jousting tournament.

She didn't care much about her mother's infatuation with this bohemian, but when she thought that this person was the father of the annoying Sophia, she felt that her family seemed to be at a loss.

Nashan's knife skills are ferocious, although the robber is also not simple, but he quickly can't resist under Nashan's brave attack, but although he knows that even if he wins, he can't get rid of the fate of being captured alive, but the middle-aged man still tries his best to win, and he even makes up his mind to take the opportunity to kidnap Nashan, because he can see that although the opponent is a bohemian, he seems to be a big man in this convoy.

But when Nashan shook a few times in a row, and then vigorously picked up the sword in his hand, the middle-aged man was finally forced to slowly kneel down under the threat of the saber pressing his neck.

"A bunch of robbers?" Josha approached, but she stopped at a distance, for the smell of those who had been shot by the muskets was too unpleasant.

"A group of Bohemian fugitives," Nashan corrected a little when he saw the slight change in the look on the middle-aged man's face, "it should be said that they are the descendants of the fugitives, and these people should be the descendants of those Hussite believers." ”

"Who are you, and how do you know about our past?" The middle-aged man stared at Nashan, although he couldn't understand the conversation between Nashan and Jisha, but he still heard some of the words he was most familiar with, he was sure that this person was a gypsy, which made him know that at least this person would not be desperate to kill him because of their identity, but he also knew that gypsies were cunning, and they could sell him to those nobles or churches in order to get a reward, not to mention the girl who seemed to be a big nobleman.

"Hussites?" Jisha looked at the middle-aged man's eyes with a hint of disgust, although like the Hussites at the beginning, people today are even less fond of the Holy See, but as a nobleman, Jisha also has no good impression of those Hussite peasants who dare to oppose the church and the king and the nobility, and even thinks that they are more hateful than those greedy clergy, and this is what the vast majority of nobles think about Hussites today: "This is a robber, he should be punished." ”

She coldly instructed that she would not be soft on the robbers, and she would not be merciful to the Hussites.

"There are quite a few of these guys," said Nashan, looking at the middle-aged man, "I heard that many of them escaped from Bohemia and fled to the south, and some of them settled here, and although they lived separately, the Hussites were very united, and we have killed many of them, but of course we are not to blame, they are the ones who first troubled us, but if we kill all who are alive, we may incur revenge." ”

"Do they have a lot of people?" Tsusha asked a little surprised.

"I've heard a lot, I've heard about it in the Prague court, when many commoners, craftsmen, farmers and petty nobles joined the Hussite army, and at its peak their army was nearly 40,000 people, but then they failed and many people fled," Nashan looked at the man in front of him and smiled, "This is decades ago for you, but in Prague even now, as long as anyone is suspected of being Hussite, they will be severely interrogated, but here they are much luckier, for it is impossible for the king's hand to reach out here. ”

As he spoke, Nashan suddenly said a few words aloud to the middle-aged Hussite in Hanas, the native language of the Bohemians, and Khosha immediately saw that the robber, who seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, suddenly struggled to get up, and even the people next to him pressed him to the ground, and he still shouted loudly while struggling.

"What did you say to him?"

"I said I would find out where their village was, and tell the local nobles the news, the Hussites were very careful, and their villages, young and old, must be their own people." Nashan said and shrugged his shoulders again, "But I'm just scaring him, we've already killed a lot of people, we shouldn't provoke them anymore, you must know that these Hussites are not easy to provoke, often you provoke one of them, it is equivalent to offending their family." ”

"Is that so?" She looked down at the middle-aged man who couldn't stop struggling and thought about it, turned around and took her special short musket from the hand of the attendant next to her, and with a "click" to pull off the hammer, she put the muzzle carved with a delicate pattern on the forehead of the man who couldn't stop struggling, "Ask him where their village is." ”

Nashan looked at Jisha in surprise, but he still asked the man, and then he shrugged helplessly at the man's obvious incessant scolding, "He won't say it, the Hussites are very stubborn." ”

"Yes," she smiled as she listened, and then she pulled the trigger without hesitation.

While the Hussite robber was being executed by his own hands, Alexander was retreating towards Bucharest with his army that he had just lost.

This was Alexander's first real defeat to date, and a complete blockade of a day and a night ultimately failed to stop the constant attack of Sisugu, who was constantly attacking with superior forces.

After the Genoese left flank near the center of the marshes had finally broken through, the Montina army had to begin a full retreat at noon on the 21st, owing to the unfavorable situation of the Ottoman army approaching in depth and the blockade from the lower reaches of the Dembvica River that the Ottoman fleet had crossed the fortress of Pletvi.

After once again using all the shells and dropping the artillery, Gompati had to order the left flank to retreat with the Balkans as the center, while the Agri phalanx, which had already fought several fierce battles with the Muserim infantry, began to withdraw from the battlefield under the cover of musketeers and Bohemian cavalry.

Not long after Montina's army retreated, Sisugu finally stepped on the dry slope where Alexander had stood where his position could be observed, and looking at the expensive boots soaked in mud under his feet, Sisugu's face was not much better because of the victory.

If the attack of nearly a day and night was a long test for Montina's army, then for Sissogu, the victory of capturing this swamp at the cost of nearly 1,000 casualties was of little practical significance to him.

"But we have at last fulfilled the order given by the Sultan," said one of the generals, who was puzzled by Sisughu's low mood, and whose curiosity made him pluck up the courage to ask carefully, "we have won, Venerable Pasha, is this not enough?" ”

Listening to the questioning questions of his subordinates, Xi Sugu's thin cheeks twitched slightly, as if he was smiling, and then the people around him heard him say slowly in a strange tone: "I hope it's enough, otherwise our contribution will be too meaningless." ”

On 23 April, the Ottoman right flank of Sisugou defeated the Montina army and approached the outskirts of Bucharest.

And on the first day, Montina's army retreated to the fortress on the outskirts of Bucharest.

The Second Battle of Bucharest began.