The Arabian horse is undoubtedly the best in the world, and the famous horse's well-proportioned limbs and toned chest and abdomen will move quickly under the smooth and beautiful skin in an intoxicating way when it bursts with great strength, and then turn this muscle stretching movement into momentum to gallop forward.

But even this supposedly best war horse has a limited strength.

However, when the Ottomans finally couldn't run, the enemy who kept chasing after them was not much better, but they were obviously much more worry-free than the Ottomans, and they only had to think about catching up with each other, and they didn't have to find a way to escape and avoid the Bosnians who might appear like the enemies in front of them.

The Bosnians feared and hated the Ottomans, and they might not dare to show the slightest anger in front of the Ottoman officials with their escorts, but Bosnia was not a safe place for the Ottomans who were left alone.

As for Northern Bosnia, it was a dangerous area that was not even completely conquered today, and the local nobles could come out at any moment to attack the lonely Ottomans they encountered.

It was only that these Ottomans were envoys, and they might be hostile to this trip, but there was no great danger, after all, those Northern Bosnian nobles would not dare to attack a group of envoys at the risk of completely offending the dignity of the Sultan.

It's just that their assumption was a little early, and when the cavalry that suddenly came out of nowhere rushed over, and then began to slash and kill regardless of it, the Ottoman envoys were even a little stunned by this suddenness.

Then there was the constant flight, the envoy's deputy had been killed in the chaos, and there were only a few people left with his retinue, only when they finally escaped far away to find that the pursuers behind did not seem to intend to let them go.

Even if they had already thrown away all the valuable things on their bodies along the way, hoping that this would be exchanged for the enemy to give up the pursuit, but the enemy behind them stubbornly clung to the death and refused to let go, so that when they could no longer run, looking at the horses that had fallen to the ground, the messenger could only order the followers to surround themselves in the middle, and then take out a letter from their bags and prepare to light it.

The faint sound of horses' hooves in the distance alerted the messenger that he did not hesitate to knock out the spark with flint, and after several missed hands due to nervousness, the letter was finally lit.

As the letter was reduced to ashes, the messenger took a look of relief on his face, and then he took a scimitar with a sheath inlaid with ornate gems from the bosom of his attendant, drew the knife and threw the valuable scabbard into the snow.

The cavalry of the other side was very fast, but they seemed to be exhausted from chasing all the way, but the other side was much more numerous than them, watching those cavalry slow down in the distance and slowly approach them, the Ottomans exhaled the mist nervously, and at the same time clenched their scimitars in both hands, ready to fight the enemy at any time.

But the men did not seem to want to waste time with them, and they saw the enemy cavalry lined up far away, and then raised a kind of short musket that they had never seen before.

With a curse from the emissary's mouth, he abandoned his intention to defend himself, and instead walked out of his retinue, and with a shout, several Ottomans rushed through the snow with great difficulty.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

The sound of musket fire echoed through the wilderness, and the startled crows in the distance burst into the sky with a loud cry, and then hovered overhead.

The snow-white earth was instantly dyed with a striking color of scarlet blood, and the messenger lay on his back on the snow, his gray eyes staring blankly at the crows in the sky who were obviously attracted by the blood on the ground and refused to leave.

"Looks like an official." A horseman led his horse to the corpse of the messenger, and seeing that he was obviously dressed much more ornate than the others, the cavalry jumped off his horse and began to grope for the corpse, which had not yet cooled down.

But there was nothing to pay attention to except a few trinkets that seemed to be of considerable value, and the cavalry collected the loot, and then asked the rest of his companions in a loud voice.

"Did you find anything?"

"That's all," the other cavalryman flipped a few glittering gold coins in his hand and flaunted to his companions, "and found nothing important except for the little thing found on the man who died earlier." ”

"That's a bit bad, after all, we're in trouble this time, and we can't find something useful." The officer who came over immediately ordered his subordinates to search carefully, "Didn't you find something on the Ottoman who was killed before, he should also be the leader of these Ottomans, look for it, at least we still have a reason to explain it to your lordship." ”

The cavalry reluctantly continued their search, but in the end they found nothing but a few pieces of ash that seemed to have just been burned not far from the corpses of these enemies.

"We don't even know who this guy is," the captain flipped through the dead Ottoman scimitar, which was a straight bayonet, although it was called a scimitar, but except for the slight curve of the blade, the tip of the knife was almost completely straight, and even the shape of the blade on both sides made it more suitable for stabbing on a horse than slashing.

"It seems to have a name on it," said one of the horsemen who had retrieved the scabbard, "but we certainly don't know each other." ”

"I don't know if those two people know each other just now, we always have to know who we killed, after all, we didn't wait for them to reveal their identities before we started to slaughter, if we didn't even know who they were, Lord Earl would be very angry."

"Perhaps the two Bosmians just now knew," the cavalry who had asked for directions suddenly remembered something, and asked them. ”

When the old man was found, he was driving the carriage to the snow, obviously trying to escape from this land as soon as possible, but the deep ruts in the snow betrayed him.

The old man looked at the cavalry in alarm, the discipline of the aristocratic army was in shambles, and in a place like Bosmia, many mercenaries who only took money to do things were not exquisite, and in many cases they did not necessarily do much better than the Ottomans.

"Whoever of you knows the words," the officer tried to look polite, but his voice was impatient with his running, and the smell of blood on his body was even stronger in the cold wind of the wilderness, "tell us what is engraved on it, and I will pay you." ”

"I'm sorry officer, but I don't know the infidels," the old man said first, and then hastened, "I don't know a word, but you know that we are honest people." ”

The officer looked at the old man a little puzzled, he didn't know what honest people had to do with illiterate, at least in the earl's army this was proof of dishonesty, because according to the count's order, all soldiers had to learn to read, at least know all the alphabets, and some cheating soldiers were punished.

"I know the master." The woman who had been hiding in the corner of the carriage suddenly said, she raised her head slightly, then quickly lowered it again, and covered her face in her turban.

"Oh?" The officer glanced at the woman curiously, and then glanced at the old man with a slightly contemptuous look, "You really give us men a long face, okay, tell me what is engraved on it, is this person's name?" ”

The woman hesitated slightly, but took the cold scabbard, and she looked earnestly at the string of words engraved on it, first silently and softly, before handing the scabbard back to the officer.

"It's not a name," replied the woman carefully, she didn't know where the armies came from, but it at least comforted her to see them mercilessly slaughtering and plundering the Ottomans. ”

As she spoke, the woman whispered in a peculiar tone like a chant, and the undulating and exotic tone made the officer a little stunned.

"Poetry, what's that?"

A cavalryman asked curiously from the side, only to receive a fierce glare from the captain.

"It seems that you are quite learned," the officer looked suspiciously at the woman and then at the old man, apparently the relationship between the two men aroused his suspicions, "maybe you will be useful to us." ”

"Oh, officer, what are you doing here, she is from my family," the old man complained a little but didn't dare to be too tempting, because he didn't know the origin of this woman, he seemed cautious, but he was unwilling to be selfish, "Please let us go, seeing that it is about to get dark, this place is full of wolves, of course you are not afraid, but if we encounter wolves, we will suffer." ”

"Shut up, you this, this ......" the officer scolded a little irritably, but he didn't know how to say a certain word, "Don't think I can't see that this woman has nothing to do with you, you must know that I am, it's ......" The officer was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the soldier next to him, and asked a little helplessly, "How do you say it with very bright eyes?" ”

"Captain, let's inquire about this scabbard," the cavalryman next to him whispered, "Your Excellency's team should be almost there." ”

"Yes, it should be almost there," the officer nodded and looked at the woman, "I need a guide who knows the Ottoman script, and we can pay you if you want." As he spoke, he looked at the old man again, "I know you have nothing to do with each other, or you can't even call her name, and now get out of your carriage, I don't want to see your nasty face again." ”

"Oh God, look at what kind of world this is, the Ottomans bullied us, even the nobles bullied us, and they didn't give us honest people a way to live."

The old man kept shouting, but then he was stunned to see the woman herself suddenly jump out of the car, and then when he was dumbfounded, the woman raised her head slightly, and a mud-stained face appeared from under the blanket: "I can do things for you, as long as you promise to give me food." ”

"Of course, we have a lot to eat," the officer laughed, "and when you see the Earl, you'll know that you're not asking a lot of money." ”

"You ungrateful woman!" The old man roared angrily, but seeing the cold gazes around him, his voice couldn't help but lower a lot, "You can't come like this, you know that if it weren't for me, you might have starved to death." ”

"It's just a possibility, I don't know where you're taking me, or if you're trying to make me do something bad," the woman retorted, not to be outdone, "but I won't forget that you helped me, and I will repay you in the future." ”

"Ungrateful woman, God is right to punish you for dying and living when you give birth to children, you all deserve to go to hell."

The old man kept shouting, but the cavalry paid no attention to him, and one of them pushed the woman aside as he helped him get on his horse.

The cavalry urged the horses to whip up, and the large expanse of snow on the ground splashed on the old man's face, and as the procession went away, the old man was left alone to stand beside the carriage and curse at the distant backs.

The woman was riding on the captain's horse, her hands clasping the captain's waist, and the place where her hand reached was unusually cold, obviously touching the armor.

The woman wanted to say something, but her mouth was blocked by the cold wind that poured in her face, and just as she swallowed the choking cold air and was about to speak again, the officer suddenly half-turned his head and said to her:

"You'd better be as useful as you say you are, or you'll know what my lord will be like when he gets angry."

"Is your lord scary?" The woman asked with a slight hesitation.

"I don't know if he was terrible before," the captain muttered, "but he's really scary now, especially after he gets to this hellish place." ”

The woman sitting in the back looked at the captain's face that seemed to have become a little gloomy, and she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in her heart, she didn't know if the decision she had just made was correct, but now she couldn't allow her to regret it, but fortunately, she thought about listening to the words of the cavalry captain, his lord was a nobleman after all, although she was uneasy in her heart, but she still decided to look at the situation first.

The procession followed the edge of the city of Siye into the depths of the Chakaran Valley, and the city in the distance soon disappeared behind the rolling hills, while the rising peaks on either side of the forward valley gradually became gentle.

The northern part of the Chakaran Valley was clearly more habitable than the southern end, and as she looked at the growing number of villages, a look of confusion flashed in the woman's eyes, as if she were reminiscing about a time gone by.

As the party passed through a village, the cavalry officer pointed to the woman and said, "This is where we met the Ottomans." ”

Even without looking back, he could feel the gaze cast from behind him, and the officer couldn't help but shrug his shoulders slightly innocently.

"We didn't know they were messengers at the time, knowing that some of them blew the messenger's horn and didn't raise their own banner, and even their guides ran out to stop us after we had already started the slaughter."

"So you're just going to kill them all?" The woman asked cautiously, feeling the movement of the man's body in front of her, she hesitated at first, and then said softly, "Thank you." ”

Noticing that the woman behind her seemed to be in a depressed mood, the officer coughed: "Can you tell me why you fled to the north, I heard that life is better in the south." ”

"That was before, and now we have to leave our homeland, or we may not even be able to keep our own children," the woman's voice said with hatred, "The Ottomans snatched our children, not only trained them to become soldiers, but also forced them to convert to paganism, and those Pasha, who are even more vicious than wolves, and can no longer find anyone more terrible than them, and if we don't escape, sooner or later we will be eaten clean by them." ”

The officer nodded, and along the way followed the Count from Kaniola to Bosnia, and saw many scenes that surprised them, some of them even unbelievable.

Although the Ottomans had not yet fully occupied northern Bosnia, traces of foreign rule were already visible in many parts of the north, and as they moved deeper into Bosnia, the attitude of the local nobility became more and more ambiguous.

The officer didn't care about those things, he was just a scout captain, as long as he dutifully completed his mission.

But even then, after entering Bosnia, he felt the peculiar nervousness and unease, at least the captain of Gompati, who had previously only been preaching artillery to others all day, had become much more silent, and Busako, as the captain of the count's guard, had brought them the count's orders more than once.

"Be careful not to trust the locals, even the nobles."

At first, such an order may sound strange, but after a few days of entering the land, the soldiers gradually understood the meaning of the earl's words.

The Bosnians were obviously fierce and stubborn, and while they hated the Ottomans, they were equally hostile to foreign armies from the west, and the attitude of the nobles was even more ambiguous, and after several days of marching in hostile land, the scout captain received orders from his scout team to explore the far-reaching places alone.

"Don't trust anyone." It became the only creed for this cavalry team to protect themselves in this remote and strange land full of danger at any time, and it was because of this that when they happened to see a Ottoman team outside the village, they immediately attacked first without waiting for the other party to react!

It was only as a result of this decisive decision that they found themselves attacking a group of Ottoman emissaries after they had cut down most of the richly dressed Ottomans.

Faced with this I don't know whether I was embarrassed or worried about the consequences of the catastrophe, the scout captain who knew the truth only hesitated a little and made the decision to kill the other party completely.

As for his reason, it is also very simple, although he is an emissary, after all, these people are Ottomans, and since this is the case, sooner or later they will all be killed.

"The Count's army is in the village ahead," the scout captain said to the woman behind him, turning slightly to the woman behind him, "Listen, I promised to bring you here because you know the Ottoman language, but I can't guarantee that the Count will trust you, so be careful yourself." ”

"Don't worry, captain, I know what to do," replied the woman confidently, her gaze falling on a leather bag hanging from the saddle of the man in front of her.

There was a letter that had been shown to her when she had passed by the village where the Ottomans had fought before, and it had been recovered from the Ottoman envoys who had been killed, and it was because they realized that they might be very important, so they pursued the Ottomans who had escaped.

And the woman believed that whoever the soldiers were talking about was the count, he would be interested in the contents of the letters.