The Balkans were fierce and unruly, and as to the extent of this rumor, Gompati quickly understood.

The sudden appearance of Montina's army surprised both sides, and unlike those mountain people, who were still a little dazed, the Ottomans reacted quickly, and their soldiers rushed back to the ranks, trying to rely on the sharp muskets of the new Ottoman army on several wagons to confront these outnumbered enemies, but what they did not expect was that this strange army was not only outnumbered by them, but also inferior to them in the firearms that the Ottomans were proud of, Even with the choking smoke rising from the woods after a deafening gunshot, the number and power of the opponent's firearms were even more powerful than theirs.

Several Ottomans standing in front of the carriage immediately fell to the ground with their guns, and the projectiles that had been fired whizzed through the woods, crackling on the planks of the carriage.

The Ottomans were a little confused, they could not imagine where this person had come from, because they could not see each other clearly because of the obscuration of the woods, but the Ottoman officer who led the team quickly determined that these people were by no means Balkans, and even from their strict fighting methods, a surprising thought quickly flashed through his mind.

"This is the army from Rome!" The Ottomans suddenly remembered the rumors they had heard before, but they had heard from the Bosnians, and whether or not a foreign army had actually arrived in the Balkans was always a legend.

Now the Ottoman officer believed that he should have run into that army, and the other party was obviously much more powerful than he thought, at least for now they were caught off guard.

A trombone sounded from the wagon, and the sound of the trumpet was more like music, and with the sound of the trumpet, the Ottomans quickly retreated towards the way they came, and although there were enemies on all sides, the mountain people on the way were obviously better to deal with.

The mountain people did not let up their attack because of the Ottoman retreat, they still rushed to the enemy who relied on the wagons without fear of death, they were so fierce that they were still undaunted even by the muskets in front of them, so that many of them were almost directly knocked down by the muskets in the body.

Batch after group, the shouts and whistles of the mountain people came and went in the woods, and some mountain people with crossbows stood up in close range to shoot at close range with the Ottoman muskets, and the screams of gunfire and bullets echoed in the woods.

"Are they crazy?"

A Genoese sword and shield soldier hiding behind a tree muttered, because he could clearly see the faces of the new Ottoman soldiers because of the distance, this was the first time he had seen an Ottoman so closely, to say that there was more or less fear, heretics are always described as slaves around the devil, then it should be hideous and terrifying, although it seems that it is not so fearsome now, but the powerful firearms of the Ottomans surprised the Montina army.

This was the first time that Montina's army had encountered an enemy with such dense firepower as their own, and although they were completely incomparable in number and number of firearms, the Montina soldiers realized from the sound of the opponent's gunfire that this was a completely different enemy than they had encountered before.

So when they saw the mountain people rushing forward at the enemy's guns without any defense, the Agri, who were hiding behind the trees, could not help but be amazed.

Then several more people were shot to the ground.

"It's really unthinkable," Gompati licked his lips, he actually didn't like those who were brave but too stubborn, in his opinion, if such a person went to the battlefield, the only outcome would be to become artillery fire, there is no brave and tenacious in front of artillery that cannot be crushed, if it can't be done, it can only mean that the power of the cannonball is not strong enough.

But looking at the mountain people who rushed up one after another, Gompati couldn't help but admit that in some special places, such ferocity did play an unexpected role, at least in the mountains and forests of the Balkans, this Ottoman team was inevitably wiped out.

"Musketeers, forward!"

Gompati gave orders to the Agri musketeers, who had been hidden in the woods and approached the Ottomans from both sides of the mountain road to the beat of drums.

Gompati urged his horse to move forward slowly, and when he saw a local-looking man who was stopped by soldiers, Gompati waved his hand at him: "I don't know if you can understand my words, let your people leave immediately, otherwise you will die with the Ottomans." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to both sides of the mountain road in the distance, and saw that the big man seemed to be a little hesitant and shrugged, he didn't care about killing these people with this group of Ottomans, speaking of which, this was also the first time they had fought with the Ottomans, although it was only a small team, but the enemy's powerful firearms still gave Gompati a deep impression, because of this, he was even more determined that the first battle must completely annihilate the enemy, because only in this way can the army get rid of the inexplicable fear of the Ottomans.

Europeans had been fearing the Ottoman Empire since very early times, and the Ottomans were seen as predators, and the fall of Eastern Rome brought this fear to a climax.

Montina's army could not escape this fear, even though they had the most powerful weapons of their time, but when they entered the Balkans, Alexander and his officers heard the fearful whispers of the soldiers, in which the Ottomans had the appearance of the devil and the terrible power, and their weapons were cursed, and once wounded by those weapons, people would be poisoned and rotted, and even their souls could not enter heaven.

Alexander knew very well that the source of this fear came from strangeness and ignorance, so he had given Gompati an order to destroy the enemy in the first battle!

As if sensing some kind of danger from Gompati's seemingly careless actions, the big man quickly looked to both sides of the mountain road, and soon he saw a flickering figure, and even more terrifying was the muskets in the hands of those men.

"Hurry up, I don't have any time to spare." Gompati didn't want the battle to drag on too long, he had to give the soldiers the impression that the Ottomans were nothing more than that, so he needed a clean battle to annihilate the enemy.

The Great Han had realized what Gompati was up to, and he immediately rushed towards his companions, who were still trying to rush desperately at the Ottomans, shouting incessantly in Bosnian.

Gompati shook his head slightly as he looked at the mountain people who were stopped one after another, but there were still people rushing forward regardless of it, he had begun to hesitate a little about whether it was appropriate to recruit such a group of soldiers, thinking about how to organize a group of people who did not obey orders at all, he felt that the Count might have a headache for a long time.

Gompati nodded to the trumpeter, and to the rhythmic sound of the trumpeter's horn, the musketeers who had stopped neatly raised the muskets on their shoulders.

"Raise your gun! Preparation! Put~"

"Raise your gun! Preparation! Put~"

Rounds of gunfire rang out in the woods, and the Ottoman ranks were instantly overwhelmed by the sound of gunfire and the smoke that filled the surrounding area, and for them doom began to fall, and the firepower that had surprised them before was completely incomparable to what they were now, and many Ottoman soldiers were bloodied by several bullets without even seeing the face of the enemy, and fell to the ground and died.

"Slow down, raise your gun, go!"

With the sound of trumpets and another of commands, the Ottomans who survived the heavy musket fire noticed in horror that the terrible enemy in the woods was slowly approaching them, and at the same time, with the command they did not understand, the enemy in dark red uniforms was methodically reloading their ammunition as they advanced.

"Stop! Put~"

Closer down, the sound of gunfire and smoke filled the air again, and this time the Ottomans could even faintly see the faces that looked a little different from the ones they were already familiar with, and those faces were equally timid and uneasy, and even if they looked at the Ottomans from a long distance, they would look away in panic, but as soon as the command sounded, the soldiers seemed to do as if they were completely instinctively following orders.

He stood and raised his musket, and with the sound of gunfire, the remnants of the Ottomans fell to the ground again.

As for the Ottoman musketeers in the carriage, they had long since been beaten into a sieve by the first successive rounds of fire.

Knowing more than anyone else with the power of muskets, the new musketeers were the first targets of Montina's army, and the almost continuous rounds of concentrated fire had knocked the wagon beyond recognition, and the blood from the bullet holes in the gangs flowed like a long red waterfall from all sides of the wagon to the ground.

"Slow down, raise your gun, go!"

The Ottomans were horrified to find that under a group of soldiers armed with swords and shields, the musketeers had surrounded them, and they were hiding behind their strong shields, and they kept shooting at the Ottomans as they moved slowly, and the Ottoman soldiers who tried to resist often did not wait to get close or were hit by muskets, and even the few who rushed to the shield were quickly cut to the ground by the swords swung from all sides.

It was still the same command, which although it was not understood, but it had already frightened the Ottomans, who had been completely squeezed on the mountain road, looked in horror at the musket that was close in front of them, almost reaching their foreheads.

For a moment, there was a slight stalemate between the two sides, and neither seemed to know what to do next, but then a terrible command came: "Shoot!" ”

An Ottoman soldier seemed to see the enemy in front of him with a hesitation on his face, but this was purely a pre-death fantasy, and his fingers that tightened the bolt at the command almost reflexively hooked the trigger.

With a thud, the Ottomans fell to the ground, and instead of splashing blood, their heads quickly soaked with what appeared to be plain white.

The gunfire rang out in close proximity, and even some of the soldiers were still accustomed to reloading their ammunition after shooting, and then kept shooting at the corpses of the enemy who had stopped moving in a circle.

"Ceasefire! I say ceasefire stupid, they're dead! ”

The officers shouted loudly, and they even grabbed a few soldiers who seemed to be unable to hear and still kept reloading and firing, and kept pushing and shoving until they came to their senses.

"They're nothing great, we can take out these heretics!"

A soldier with a frenzied eye broke free from the officer's grasp, then turned back to look at the Ottomans on the ground, who had long since lost their breath, and turned away angrily.

Gompati watched the scene from afar, a smile on his lips.

"Our soldiers need such courage," Gompati whispered to those around him, "believe me, if they can not fear the Ottomans, there is no army in the world that can make them fear." ”

The fear that the Ottomans brought to Europe was so ingraining that even the mere mention of their names was enough to send spooks into the hearts of many.

Now the Montina soldiers proved with their own and more Ottoman deaths that they could just as well kill the enemies they feared.

The big man who had led the mountain people in the attack on the Ottomans was brought over, and his body was covered with black and red blood stains that I don't know if it was his own or someone else's, and he looked as if he had just crawled out of hell.

The man was followed by two other apparent companions, but the other two were blocked by the soldiers in the distance.

The big man walked up to Gompati, who lifted his face with a thick and curly beard, and looked at Gompati with some confusion and a little wariness.

"I am a general under the command of Lord Count Montina, and my name is Gompati," Gompati looked at the big man, "If I am not mistaken, you must have received orders from your lord, Viscount Helva, so I wonder why you did not follow the order and respond to the call." ”

The Great Man took a heavy breath, his village had indeed been called up by Helva, but they had not only driven the Viscount's messenger out of the village, but had also taken the opportunity to loot the hapless fellow.

In the opinion of these mountain people, the nobles were not necessarily better than the Ottomans, and the thought of giving half of what had been stolen from the Ottomans to the lord of the lord made them feel that it was better to pretend to be deaf and dumb to the conscription.

Only now they have encountered foreign troops who are said to have come to help the viscount, and to make matters worse, the Ottomans seem to have taken notice of them.

"You're not stupid, so you should know you're not in a good position," Gompati said, looking in the direction of the carriages, "you have clearly provoked the Ottomans, both you and the people of the other villages, and it seems that the Ottomans are determined to get rid of you." ”

"Maybe their trap is against you," the big man's voice was a little low, and he didn't sound so confident, "We are only looking for trouble with the Ottomans to defend our village and get our own things back, not to fight for the lord"

"If that's the case, I advise you to take your men back to the village as soon as possible and hide, or go as far as possible, or you will regret it," Gompati said unceremoniously, seeing the other party's look of indignation, he sneered disapprovingly, "Believe me, the Ottomans will soon wipe out your village, you have already angered them before, if you continue to do this, you will definitely get yourself in trouble." ”

"We just don't provoke the Ottomans anymore," the big man apparently disagreed with Gompati's words, "the Ottomans can't find us." ”

Gompati looked at the big man in front of him and paused, and a strange smile gradually appeared on his face: "You said that you will no longer provoke the Ottomans, but this is just your own idea, do you think that the people in other villages will be the same as you?" Or do you think the Ottomans would have the patience to tell who is attacking them this time and who attacked them next, and they will only take revenge on all of you here with the most brutal means. ”

The big man's face gradually became difficult to look at, and he could not see that the Ottomans had lost patience with the frequent attacks, and it was because of this that the Ottomans would deliberately release rumors that they would be escorted with tax money to lure them into being fooled.

The Great Han knew very well that if these foreign troops did not suddenly appear, what awaited them was a complete slaughter.

What worries him even more is that Gompati said that the resistance of the nearby mountain people against the Ottomans is likely to lead to brutal reprisals, and that all existence will be subjected to indiscriminate and terrifying repression.

Looking at the big man's increasingly gloomy face, Gompati smiled.

"You should know what kind of situation you are facing, so I suggest you can discuss it carefully," Gompati looked at the two fellow mountain dwellers a little further away, "In addition to you, we will also look for the villagers of other villages, and I suggest that you join the army of the Count of Montina, so that you will get much more revenge than risking sporadic robbery of the Ottomans, and the war between the Count and the Ottomans can be a reason and excuse for your attack on the Ottomans, so that your village can be saved, Otherwise, believe me, the Ottomans will not tolerate your offense against them. ”

The big man stared at Gompati with an ugly expression, he couldn't tell whether Gompati's reminder was kind or threatening, and these words did make him feel uneasy.

"We'll have to sum it up," the big man said, looking back at his companions not far away, and the three of them walked over and whispered.

"My lord, will they say yes?" One of the officers asked, a little worried, "Maybe we should try our luck somewhere else." ”

"Don't worry, these Bosnians are really stubborn, but they are not stupid, and believe me, as long as one village agrees to us, it will not be so difficult in other places, otherwise if you hit a wall here, nothing good will come out of other places."

Gompati smiled and looked at the mountain people who seemed to be arguing fiercely, until they first stopped and seemed to be in a stalemate for a while, and then the few people didn't know what to say, and then the big man returned to Gompati.

"You will take responsibility for the previous attack on the Ottomans," the big man said first, and seeing that Gompati was still smiling, he continued, "and we want to know what kind of reward we will receive if we join your army." ”

"It's up to you to do something for the Earl," Gompati said, looking at the big man in front of him, "and tell me what your name is?" ”

"Rona Pannoni." The big man said sullenly.