On the plains of Bucharest, Slobozia is a very large city.

Although it cannot compare with the famous and prosperous cities of the West, at least in the Balkans, Slobozia is second only to the big cities such as Bucharest, Belgrade or Zagreb.

Like Bucharest, Slobozia is well watered, with a network of three rivers that divide the city into several different parts.

In addition to passing bridges to get to and from the city, the residents of the city have to rely on a kind of flat-bottomed boat called Canod, which is a kind of daily life with windows facing the water and going out to take a boat, which is quite similar to Venice.

Cepes had never been to Slobozia before, and until the age of 22 he was active in the mountains of Transylvania, and with the support of his father, Vlad III, the loyal men of his father, he evaded the enemy's hunt again and again, until finally found a good opportunity to return to his homeland and inherit his father's title.

Therefore, for this water city on the Bucharest plain, Cepes has heard of it but has not seen it in person.

So when he climbed a lighthouse with a few local soldiers to look out over the city of Slobozia in the distance, Cepes couldn't help but marvel at the city's complex streets and crisscrossing rivers.

"We can use the terrain of Slobozia to fight the Ottomans," Cepes now had some confidence, believing that the enemy who had been chasing after him should not have a good time, and strictly speaking, it might even be worse than himself, after all, he could change the route of the march at any time in front, and the Ottomans often had to return to look for the enemy again after they might have chased a certain way, which meant that the Ottomans must have run a lot more than them.

And after two days in a row, Cepes had discovered that most of the pursuers, except for some of the Anatolian cavalry, were also infantry, so that both sides were actually facing a situation of near-exhaustion from the long and rapid march.

What's more, the Ottomans were fighting in enemy territory, which doomed them to be much more difficult to get supplies.

The combination of these reasons made Cepes realize that this seemed to be the perfect time to fight the enemy.

The terrain of Slobozia was undoubtedly more suitable for defense, and the river channels and complex urban environment greatly affected the mobility of the Anatolian light cavalry, and even for the Ottomans, who were not good at dealing with such water networks, the city was like a huge labyrinth.

Chipes ordered the Wallachian army to retreat quickly into the city, and he ordered the temporary appointment of some soldiers who were more familiar with Slobozia as standard-bearers for the various battle brigades, and let them guide the troops to establish temporary positions in the south-west of Slobozia by waterways.

Chipes prepares to defeat the pesky tail that has been chasing after him in Slobozia.

While the Wallachians were actively preparing to meet the enemy, Zhosa was approaching Slobozia unhurriedly with her caravan of runners.

Jisha is in a very good mood, which can be seen from the fact that she actually changed into a rather local style dress on a whim.

The dress was woven from thick wool, except for the rather bright and exotic patterns, her skirt was a half-length that dragged all the way to the ground without easily tripped over the corners of the skirt, a pair of round-toed boots that looked cute and even silly wrapped her slender and feminine feet, and a large shawl was an indispensable ornament of the dress.

She liked the shawl, which was large enough to be used as a blanket, and in fact some local herders did use it as a blanket, covering their bodies at night to protect them from the cold.

Josha liked the shawl because it could be draped diagonally over her body to cover the short musket underneath.

Although the musket seemed to everyone to be a work of art rather than a murderous weapon, she didn't want to be like some wild girl with long breasts but no brains, arming herself into a monster all day long, and letting others judge her.

The Countess of Cosenza was elegant and noble, and even on horseback she was always straight, looking like a delicate but not weak tree.

The mount walked listlessly forward, while Shosha looked back at the convoy behind her.

Seeing that there were obviously many more people in the entourage than when she came, her beautiful blue eyes bent slightly, turning into two crescent moons full of satisfaction.

Nashan ran from the back of the group, his clothes slightly scratched with mud that had been accidentally splashed while punishing a captive.

"Nashan, I want to say that you have surprised me with satisfaction."

Looking at this unkempt and slightly scruffy but full of strange charm, Jisha felt that she could understand why her mother was so dazzled by this bohemian.

The only pity is that this person is Sophia's father.

"You're welcome, those people aren't robbers anymore." Nashan looked back at the convoy, and in addition to the men they had brought earlier, there was also a group of people who had attacked them earlier.

She felt that the attacks of those men had caused her a lot of trouble, at least although the casualties in the battle were negligible, but the ammunition that was consumed was a very expensive loss.

Especially when it was discovered that the robbers had mounts, and because he was worried that he might be rushed into the car formation, he did not hesitate to give the order to fire with all his might.

It was a battle that made a deep impression on both sides of the enemy, and although it was surprisingly short, when the musketeers hid behind the caravan, constantly consuming precious ammunition to drive away the fear, the robbers were completely disarmed with just a few shots in succession.

But even so, probably because of nervousness, there were many soldiers blindly stuffing projectiles into the barrel of the gun, and then mechanically aimed at the empty space that was already full of corpses and screaming wounded outside, and kept shooting, until the officer who led the team came and whipped and shouted "Stop, this is the Count's money", the soldiers stopped in a daze, and then looked blankly at the miserable appearance of their killing outside.

In that battle, 4 of Khosha's men were killed and 11 wounded.

And those robbers, according to Nashan, were probably "cut off".

With the exception of corpses strewn all over the ground and the seriously wounded, apparently unable to be saved, Countess Cosenza captured almost all the surviving enemies.

All of this was due to the fact that the soldiers panicked at the sight of the oncoming high horses, and after being unable to hit the enemy on their horses because they were nervous, the mounts that were large enough to aim were naturally easier to aim.

Not many men were killed, but almost all the horses were killed, and this was the first record of the 1st Grenadier Company of Kosenza of Josha.

Grenadier, this is the name that Alexander gave to the world's first all-musket unit.

Although there was only one company so far, Jossa knew what the musket unit, named the Grenadier, meant to Alexander.

Although under Cosenza, the entire grenadier company was made up of Agri, and under Alexander's special arrangement, the hunters in the mountains of southern Italy were gradually becoming an important source of soldiers for his musket unit.

However, unlike the Chasseurs, this grenadier company was trained more to engage the enemy with effective fortifications and bunkers, rather than a head-on confrontation with the oncoming Iron Cavalry, as the Chasseurs or the Agri phalanx did.

The basic structure of the future army envisioned by Alexander was the main phalanx of the Agri, which consisted of hot and cold weapons, supported by grenadiers composed entirely of muskets, and chasseurs, who combined mobility and firepower, as an auxiliary force integrating infantry and cavalry.

Now Jossa was marching unhurriedly towards Slobozia with her company of the First Grenadier, which, according to the guide, was not far from Bucharest, as long as they passed that city.

A smoky wind blew, and there was a slight fishy smell in the air, and she frowned, took out a beautiful bottle from the small cloth bag hanging from the waistband of her skirt, and sniffed it under her nose.

The trip was actually very unaccustomed to her, the bumps along the way, the filthy conditions of the ship, and the disgusting food made her very unaccustomed, and if it weren't for the fact that the goods in the carriage were so precious, she would have even wanted to give the business directly to Nashan.

Nathan's mission in Naples did not go well, and although the Queen of Bohemia was the aunt of King Frederick of Naples, the Bohemian emissaries did not get the desired help in Naples.

King Frederick did not care about his Bohemian relatives, and now his only concern was his throne, and Frederick was so worried by the ambitions that King Louis XII of France had publicly shown since his accession to the throne that he had sent more than one request to the Vatican that the Pope would once again send a respected cardinal to Naples to declare the confirmation of his legitimacy as King of Naples, for which he was willing to make a donation to the Holy See. A handsome remuneration was paid to the Pope himself.

It's just that I don't know why, for this good opportunity to obviously have a large amount of money to be obtained, the Vatican's reaction is full of indescribable ambiguity, which makes Frederick worry and have to think of another way.

Eventually, the king decided to gather the nobles of the kingdom to form an army in case of a possible crisis, and Kosenza was the most important person the king hoped to recruit.

But her heart had already flown to the distant Balkans, and when she heard that the Ottoman army had gathered in the Balkans, she made up her mind to make a trip herself.

Interestingly, the ships she used to transport arms and troops were protected by the Ottoman navy as they passed through the Bosphorus, and in addition to paying a generous ship tax, the entire voyage was not only unimpeded, but was even escorted by the Ottoman navy.

"These captives could all be sent to the plantations in Crete, at least so that they don't have to pay an extra salary."

This was the idea at first, but when she learned about the bandits from Nashan, she began to have other ideas.

Those robbers are the descendants of the followers of the Hussite sect that lost the Hussite war.

He had no interest in these Hussites, or was as hostile to the rebellious peasants as most of the aristocracy.

But even so, she could not help but admit that from the stories she heard about the Hussite war, she knew how brave and persistent the Hussite believers were.

This is evident from the fact that the robbers she captured would rather be handed over to the local nobles and the church than reveal the whereabouts of the villages where they were hiding.

Later, Nashan secretly traced the Hussites who had come to find out the whereabouts of his companions, and finally discovered the location of the robbers' village.

What happened next was much simpler, the grenadiers blocked several exits of the village with horse-drawn wagons as fortifications, and after several successive breakouts but were paid a heavy price, the only remaining dozen men in the village had to surrender with a large group of women.

Josha's team had grown, but many of them were women, which affected the speed of the group, so when she saw the shadow of Slobozia from afar, she didn't know that she was plunging headlong into a terrible battlefield.

Sisugu found out that Chipes had finally stopped running away after losing a few of his right-hand scouts.

The scouts, as usual, rushed ahead of the Anatolian cavalry, ready to approach the Wallachian army at close range, carefully observing the enemy's route, but they suddenly crashed into the middle of the Wallachian army, which had been arranged to meet the Ottomans.

When they realized that the situation was not right and were about to retreat, they were surrounded by the Wallachian cavalry regiment that had discovered their whereabouts, and as a result, several Ottoman scouts had their limbs cut off, and even their bodies were cut into pieces, and they were tied to their horses and sent back to Sisukgu with blood all the way.

Looking at the mutilated corpses, Xi Sugu did not get angry, but ordered the army to stop advancing immediately, while following the terrain that could be relied on to resist.

Sisughu's fears were not unfounded, and despite being exhausted, Tsepes insisted on allowing the Wallachian army to launch a surprise attack on the Ottomans.

The Ottoman army, which was hurrying on the way, had no idea that the Wallachians, who had been chased and had almost no way to escape, would suddenly turn around and attack them, and when the order was given to Sisukgu, most of the Ottoman troops had not had time to unfold the pursuing procession, the Wallachians had suddenly appeared in front of them.

Cepes looked nervously ahead, he was waiting for the news from his subordinates, he didn't know if his bold decision was a bit too risky or even reckless, and the thought of the possibility of heavy losses for the attacking army made Cepes's heart feel a pang of gains and losses.

Tempest's adventure proved to be worth it, and although the Ottomans reacted quickly to the surprise attack, the Wallachians bravely broke through their hastily organized formation.

Perhaps it was the resentment of being chased along the way and the successive blows that had been passively beaten since leaving Bucharest that irritated the nerves of the Wallachians, who charged the Ottoman army in a desperate madness.

Scimitar and saber collided across the vast plains, and the Wallachian cavalry, with their distinctive pace, took the initiative to challenge the Ottoman cavalry, completely ignoring the fact that their Anatolian counterparts were far more numerous than they were.

Soon, the Wallachian army, which was outnumbered but surprisingly victorious, penetrated into the gap of the Ottomans' left flank, and the Wallachian army, which was small in number but had penetrated into the left flank of the Ottomans, had broken through the enemy's line and fought for a cry until they had broken through the enemy's formation and pushed them almost entirely into a nearby river.

But then the Wallachians behaved brutally. They began to shoot arrows from the banks of the river at the hapless Ottomans who were struggling in the river, and sometimes sporadic muskets rang out from the bank, and then someone fell into the river with guns.

As for some of the Ottomans who were close or were trying to climb ashore, the Wallachians had made short axes with leather ends on their belts, and with a terrible sound of shaking the axes, large swaths of short axes were smashed head-on at the Ottomans.

The killing was short-lived, and by the time other Ottoman troops arrived to help, the Wallachians had already retreated, and all they saw was a patch of corpses floating on the surface of the river and a red-stained river.

This attack bought Chipes enough time to quickly retreat his troops into the city of Slobozia, while sending heavy troops to tightly control the entrances to the city.

"We are going to fight a small battle of Bucharest with the Ottomans here," Tzepes confidently declared to his men, "and if we succeed, we will be no less meritorious than the defense of Bucharest." ”

The Wallachians knew that the Grand Duke was right, and that the two days of chase had already made them know that the enemy in front of them should be the elite of the Ottoman army and some important general, which convinced them that if they could defeat this enemy, they would surely gain an enviable honor.

In the early morning of 12 May, after several attacks had been held back by the Wallachians relying on the difficult terrain of Slobozia, Sisougu ordered a detachment of Anatolian cavalry to detour southeast along the outskirts of Slobozia, trying to find a weak point to break through the enemy's defenses.

The morning breeze was blowing on the plains, and the Anatolian light cavalry was running swiftly along the lush steppe, and not far to their left, the city of Slobozia was speeding by.

A scout hussar climbed a high slope in the distance, and as he reached the top of the slope, the cavalryman suddenly let out a cheerful whistle, reined in his horse, turned back to his companion behind him, and waved his hand at him, then took off his hat and waved it vigorously.

His action attracted the attention of the others, and several hussars split out of the ranks and ran towards the high slope on which the soldier stood.

As they ran halfway up the hill, they suddenly heard what seemed to be a cry from the cavalry on the slope that did not know what it meant.

The cry sounded like an accident, a doubt.

Several cavalrymen couldn't help but look up.

Just then they heard a dull sound of gunfire from across the slope, and the light cavalry fell from his horse and rolled down the hill.

The Ottoman cavalry was taken aback, and they drew their scimitars to urge their horses forward, but before they could reach the high slope, several figures on horseback appeared on the slope.

A young girl in a large shawl was on horseback, holding a strange musket still smoking, and on either side of her, a row of black holes aimed at the Anatolian light cavalry below.

"Ottomans?" Jisha muttered to herself in a strange tone, and then she opened her mouth to order, "Shoot!" ”