The first to appear was an Ottoman light cavalry, then many more, and then Morko couldn't even remember how many enemies he was fighting or who he was fighting.

There were fewer and fewer people around him, and some people were already doubting the truth of what the Grand Duke had said before, but despite this, the soldiers' trust in Cepes still made them not believe that they were abandoned bait.

Morko felt that he had done his best, his arm was about to be raised, looking at the enemy on the other side who seemed to be never finished, Morko suddenly thought, maybe not only Bucharest, Bosnia, and the nobles of Croatia, but also the entire European countries probably did not have so many troops.

Morko thought he might have seen the largest army in the world, but he had actually encountered only a small fraction of the left flank of the Ottoman expeditionary force, and it was almost a negligible part.

The Ottomans' numerical superiority was evident at this time, and waves of cavalry kept charging towards Morko, which made him feel as if he had fallen into a sea of men.

There were fewer people on the side of Moorkosh, and some people had already begun to run blindly in all directions in the direction of the defeat, but those who escaped in this way soon became the prey of the Ottoman cavalry because they were alone.

The bravery and swiftness of the Anatolian light cavalry were in full swing at this moment, and they were like hounds that would not let go of their prey once they had their eyes on it, and at the same time they would quickly greet their nearby companions with various whistles and cornets, and then the Ottomans who heard the call would come from all directions like wolves, and soon tear the unfortunate prey to pieces.

Morko ran forward with the cavalry that had not yet been scattered, and by this time it was no longer for the sake of completing the mission, but purely for survival, for he knew that if he stopped a little, he could be chopped to pieces by the swarming enemy.

There was a slope in front of him, and Morco quickly rode his horse to the side of the slope, and there must not be a slight delay at this time, so he tried to avoid the slope with all his might, but when he was almost halfway along the slope, a dark shadow suddenly shook from the top of the slope above.

From the top of the slope came the sound of stumbling shouts, mixed with incomprehensible Ottoman and vaguely intelligible Slavic languages, and Morko couldn't help but look up at the glare of the sun.

A figure stood on it in the backlight, looking only black and flickering.

The terrifying sound of gunfire came from close proximity, and Morco saw a large cloud of smoke obscuring the glare of sunlight that kept him open.

Morko's body suddenly froze, and he felt as if he had been pushed hard in the chest, and his body fell backwards.

As he fell to the ground, Morko felt a sharp pain he had never experienced before.

He let out a groan, but then a great pain engulfed his body.

Morco saw the dirt splashed on the ground by the disheveled hooves of the horsemen who followed him, and then the salty dirt fell on his face.

The sounds around him grew farther and farther away, and Morko's head touched the ground.

Before falling into darkness, he faintly heard a strange sound of a horn.

It was the signal of the Ottomans to move their ranks, and the rapid trumpets seemed to be urging, but then Morko could not hear anything.

At this time, Chipes's army was rapidly advancing towards Bukrcani.

In order to speed things up, he even had people give up some of the unimportant baggage, and with the fact that he had taken a batch of things from Morko in order to deceive the Ottomans, Cepes believed that if he was fast enough, he would be able to get past the blockaded lines before the Ottomans found out about their real movements.

He didn't know if there would be any interception in front of Bukrcani, or what would happen next, and Cepes felt that he could only hope for luck.

But Chipes didn't know that for Bayezid II, the situation in front of him was not very ideal.

According to the Sultan's intentions, after the capture of Dembvica, the Ottoman left flank would cross the Dembvica River and march eastward, while the right flank would also cross the river after defeating the intercepted enemy, and then the two wings would meet in the direction of the Danube estuary in the deep area behind Bucharest to complete the encirclement of Bucharest and the noble territories behind it.

The battle would probably last a few months or more, depending on the level of resistance in Bucharest, and in the Sultan's opinion, the most perfect outcome would certainly be for Ladislas II to sue for peace, or to force the king to either surrender the city or simply abandon Bucharest and return to Hungary in order to save Hungary.

As for the elimination of Ladislas II himself in Bucharest, the Sultan did not have such great ambitions, not because the Sultan did not have confidence in himself, but because of his understanding of Ladislas II, this king obviously did not have the courage and determination to live and die with Bucharest.

So the Sultan's purpose was only to force the king to abandon the city.

Chipes's rescue had been anticipated by Bayezid II, and although he may not have expected it to be Chipes, he was well aware of the importance of Dembvica to the Balkans, so unlike the right flank commanded by Sisughu, the Ottoman army on the left flank was more prepared for a difficult offensive and defensive battle with the enemy.

The Ottomans concentrated the expropriated wagons on the left flank, the wagons were stuffed with all sorts of siege equipment and tools for digging and building fortresses, and the roads were full of shouting and sparring people, all of whom seemed to be hurrying in the direction of Dembvica.

Unlike the always energetic Sisugu, the person in charge of the siege of Dembvica was an old man who was already quite old, a young henchman whom the Sultan's father Mehmed II trusted very much back then, because he firmly stood on the side of Bayezet II in the struggle for the throne and gained enough trust, speaking of which, this person is one of the few old people left by the Sultan's father who can also be trusted by his son, and most of those old ministers have left the center of power for various reasons. Although the young man of the time was now in his twilight years, and the years of experience had been combined with a calm and reliable command style, Bayezid II preferred to leave the obviously patient-consuming task of besieging the city to a veteran like Hardmick.

Hadmick is almost 70 years old, which is enough to be considered a long life in this day and age, and he is still a general who gallops around the battlefield, which makes many Ottomans regard Hadmik as the embodiment of good luck.

They believed that Hadmick's piety had helped him, and that the veteran had indeed gone far enough, and that in his long military career, although he had also encountered many dangers and accidents, he had always been lucky enough to escape from death, and with the death of Mehmed II himself and the old men around him, Hadmick had almost become a living encyclopedia of war in the Ottoman Empire over the years.

Such an experienced and calm general was obviously the most suitable person to command a long siege, and the Sultan had decided to appoint Hadmick as the commander of the siege of Dembvica almost at the same time as this plan was formulated, and the veteran did not disappoint Bayezid II, who showed his steady and orderly style from the beginning, and now looking at the convoy that was constantly heading towards Dembowica, Bayezid II was even more convinced that his decision was correct.

"Bucharest has already sent reinforcements, this is a bit of a surprise to me, they are a bit of a surprise," said the Sultan to a few of his close ministers after hearing the report of the enemy, "I thought that they would delay or fight each other for a while, and then they would decide who should be relieved of the siege of Dembvica by drawing lots or not knowing something, but now it seems that the Hungarian king is really anxious." ”

"Great Sultan, didn't all this happen to you, for they were doing what you would like and what you commanded," said one of his close ministers, as he offered the Sultan cool fruit, respectfully, "Now just go ahead and give new orders, and the Europeans will rush to do what you will, until they fall into Hellfire." ”

Bayezid II could not help but smile at the compliments of his courtiers, and he took the fruit and took a bite of it, and then ordered: "Go and tell Hademik that I want him to be ready to take Denbvica, although I do need to use Dembvica as bait, but now it seems that the Hungarian king is more anxious than I am, in this case our plan may be much smoother than originally thought." ”

The people around him immediately took note of the Sultan's words and led away, looking at the messenger who was going away with the convoy, Bayezid II frowned slightly: "What is Eryup doing these days, I have given him enough time, but he can give me much less, I want to know if he has found that Helva, it is not a good thing to know that there is always such a 'Darius' hiding behind his back and causing destruction." ”

"Sultan, Eryup seems to have found the Duke of Zagreb," replied another close servant cautiously, "he is mobilizing his army to launch an encirclement, and it is believed that soon that Helva will have to either flee for his life or be forced to fight Illup to the death." ”

"Fight to the death? Ah, fight to the death," the Sultan snorted disapprovingly, then suddenly turned around and grabbed the courtier by the collar and lifted him up to his eyes, "tell me how much bribe you got from Elop, and how much money he gave you to speak for him like this, to fight to the death?" Do you think I don't know who Ilup is, he may use the most ruthless method to force that Herva to give up resistance, but he will not force that person to be a beast desperate for survival, so now tell me what Elop is doing! ”

Jinchen's face was pale and trembling, he had never seen the Sultan suddenly become so excited, which made Jinchen, who had guessed the wrong situation, so annoyed that he wanted to scold himself to death.

"He is punishing the villages," the retainer hastened to explain to the Sultan, "the great Sultan forgive me, I have no intention of deceiving you, I am your most loyal and lowly courtier." ”

"You are humble indeed, but your loyalty is what I have paid for the gold," Bayezette stomped on the face of the fallen minister with his boot-clad foot, "so you can betray me for the gold as long as the bid is high enough." ”

"No, Sultan, I did take Elrip's gold coins, but I wouldn't do anything like that!" The retainers did not know whether they were afraid or because they were being slandered, and they shouted loudly, which attracted the attention of the nearby guards, and several guards quickly ran over.

Bayezid II waved to a few of the soldiers to let them go, then raised his foot and picked the chin of the close minister with the tip of his boot: "Tell me if Eylup is blackmailing those villages?" ”

"Yes, but he has not forgotten his mission," the retainer gasped sharply, "he ordered the local towns to be raided to force them to pay the allegiance tax, and he ordered that each village must voluntarily surrender a few hostages, and that he would execute all the hostages in the local and nearby villages if our men were attacked somewhere. ”

"Well, well done," Bayezid II smacked his lips and nodded, listening to the report of his close ministers, "but he is going to deal with that 'Darius' like this?" You know, while he was busy filling his pockets in the rear, my army was fighting these stubborn Europeans. ”

"Sultan, Ellup will accomplish the task you have given him," the minister said nervously, watching the Sultan look at him with fear as he stared into his deep eyes, "I will tell him to do his best, that he is loyal to you, that I am the supreme Sultan." ”

Bayezid II slowly withdrew his feet and walked slowly around the courtier, then he grabbed the man by the collar from behind and lifted him up, and whispered in his ear: "Listen, I don't care what Eryp has done, and I don't care how much money you have taken from him, I want the Helva, and let him dig it out by any means, and I will see the man led to me with a rope." ”

"Obey my Sultan, and I will send him your orders."

"No, you go yourself," Bayezid II shook his head, "you go and complete this mission with Eyrip, and I will forgive you when you bring that Herva to me, otherwise you will not have to appear in front of me again." ”

The minister nodded in panic and hurried away.

Bayezid II sighed, he knew the tricks played by his men, but he didn't care about them as long as they didn't go too far, but he wanted them to understand what to do if they wanted to be forgiven and graced by the Sultan.

As for Elup, as he told the minister, he did a good job, and it can be said that in the current situation, Ellup's method is the simplest but most effective.

For a ruler, whether merciful or brutal is only a means, a benevolent monarch can become a tyrant in an instant, and a ruthless ruler can forgive his enemies as long as he needs to.

For Bayezid II, what he needed now was to quickly clear the resistance from the occupied territories, and the Sultan did not care how much Eyrip had taken advantage of this to his own pocket.

Although the situation seemed to be in his favor, the Sultan felt that he and Ladislas II were like two strong men holding each other by the throat, trying to break free from the hands of their opponents while trying to kill each other, and Hungary and Herva were the hands they had at the heart of each other.

It's a very uncomfortable feeling, as if you have enough strength but can't do it because you are choked at the point.

Bayezid II had little ambition for Hungary, or at least he was not so hungry for Hungarian land for now.

But now it seems that the invasion of Hungary has become the best way to solve Bucharest as soon as possible.

The Sultan hoped to force Ladislas II to abandon Bucharest in exchange for victory, and he did not even mind negotiating with the Hungarian king if necessary.

"Elup, if you can't find that Helva, I'll make you pay for your greed." Bayezid II picked up the cup on the table beside him and took a sip of his coffee, the feeling of the greasy sweetness filling his taste buds made the Sultan frown slightly, although he had an instinctive hostility to European culture, but the Sultan could not help but admit that in terms of the taste of coffee, Europeans knew better than the Ottomans how to enjoy this wonderful drink.

A horseman came running quickly, and he jumped off his horse at a distance from the Sultan's tent, and Bayezid II noticed the leopard's skin on the horseman's shoulder, which made him make a gesture to the cavalry before the guards had finished examining it.

The cavalryman hurriedly removed his weapons and was led by the guards to a brisk walk to a place not far from the Sultan and stopped, then knelt down and kissed the edge of the carpet: "Great Sultan, my general has asked me to report to you that his army is ready to attack Dembvica at any time. ”

"Hardmick can't take it anymore, it's not quite like him," Bayezid II asked, with a little amusement, "tell me, how long does he want to take Dembovica?" ”

"Forgive the Supreme Sultan, the general didn't tell me this," the cavalryman was a little stunned and wanted to raise his head, but was immediately scolded by the guards next to him and buried his body, "But the general asked me to report to you that he has prepared a net large enough for the Bucharestans that he can catch the greatest prey for you as long as your order is given." ”

The soldier's words made the Sultan smile, he knew that the steady veteran never boasted, so now Dembvica should be just as he said, waiting for the arrival of his prey.

"What happened to Sisugu," but the Sultan also thought about the war in the other direction, "I hope he hasn't forgotten the more important task." ”

The Sultan, who whispered to himself, first glanced in the direction of Bucharest, then he grasped the ivory cane encrusted with gems beside him, and poked the head of the cane wrapped in a pure gold tail sleeve on the ground slightly.

"Deliver my orders, surround Bucharest."