The battle was raging, from the swamps to the wetlands on the edge to the hills farther afield, and Sisugu felt as if every inch of the land he could see was burning, bleeding, and fierce battles taking place.

This scene made Xi Sugu feel a little strange and a little familiar.

He remembered very well that before he was ordered to come to the Balkans, he had experienced such battles in Egypt, that time with the Mamluks, and that his experience in Egypt had made him feel that it was the closest test he had ever come to Hellfire, and that he had finally left from there, but even then he would never forget the terrible past.

Compared to the war with Mamluk, the Europeans can be said to have disappointed him with some deference, especially that Ruva, who had even thought that maybe he would have a good fight with the Balkan hero, but what he didn't expect was that Ruva would suddenly announce his surrender to the Sultan, and before Sissogu and many Ottoman generals could understand what was happening, they were suddenly told that they had conquered the remaining half of Bosnia.

Although this is indeed an exciting thing, as a soldier, Xi Sugu can't help but say that he is a little disappointed.

But now standing here, his regrets seemed to be compensated, and the performance of the Count of Montina on the other side surprised him, and even Sisugu thought that if they met such European nobles and armies next, maybe they should be nostalgic for the good old days when Roy often appeared.

In any case, the Ottoman offensive is now becoming more favourable, and if we do not mention the Balkans who have suddenly appeared on the swamp side, it may be said that the situation is moving in their favor.

The sudden appearance of the Balkan regiment was a painful setback for the Ottoman infantry, who had just seen the dawn of victory, which surprised not only the Ottoman commander, but also Sisugu who received the news.

Sisuggu always believed that Alexander would flank the fierce Balkans as an important force to collide with him head-on, but he did not expect the Balkans to suddenly appear on the side of the swamp that had been abandoned by both sides.

What made Sisuggu even more concerned was the failure of the Ottoman army's attack on the swamp side, and in addition to him, the Ottoman fleet that was attacking on the Dembvica River was really affected.

According to Sissou's plan, the best outcome of his attack on the marshes was to drive Montina's army out of the half of the marshes under their control, and then he could take advantage of the pursuit of the enemy to launch a siege on the only riverside fortress on the west bank of Dembvica, and if he captured or besieged it, it would be equivalent to opening the way to Bucharest for the Ottoman fleet going upstream.

Xi Sugu's plan was not perfect, but he never pursued the completeness of the plan, but only looked at whether the plan was feasible and what kind of results it would bring.

Sisugku believed that his plan could succeed, because after the battle of the Alger River, he had mastered the Achilles heel of Montina's army, that is, this army and many of them relied on the monarch's personal bravery and means to be strong or weak, so when the plan was specified, Sisugku judged that Alexander would definitely decide where to place such a fierce army as the Balkans because of his position.

It was because of this idea that Sissogu threw the Muserim infantry and almost all of the Anatolian light cavalry into battle on the swamp flanks.

He hoped to attract the attention of Montina's army with a fierce attack, and it would be better if he could attract Alexander's defensive troops that had been placed in the marsh.

When he knew that the Muserim infantry had launched an attack on the Genoese, Sissulgu's attention was immediately drawn to the battle on the swamp, and when he heard that the Muserim infantry had opened the way with their lives after paying a huge price, Sissulgu even smiled on the battlefield.

But then the appearance of the Balkans spoiled his good mood all at once.

Little by little, the on-head Ottoman infantry was driven back to the terrible death zone, because so many people gathered together, many unfortunately fell into a bottomless quagmire, and many more retreated helplessly in the desperate wails of their comrades, although they did not fail, but if they wanted to relaunch the attack, they had to at least retreat before they could be reorganized.

Xi Sugu was a little stunned when he heard the news, it was not that he couldn't accept the setbacks and failures, but he was purely surprised by how the Balkans could appear in the direction of the swamp.

This made Sisugu realize that the situation might get worse, because if the two fortresses along the river were not besieged in time, it would inevitably pose a threat to the troop carriers that were going up the river.

Sisugu immediately gave the order, and instead of urging the commander of the complex attack on the swamp to attack immediately, he ordered an even more fierce assault on the Agri phalanx.

"Let that Count Montina transfer his forces himself," this was Si Su Gu's plan, perhaps the enemy on the opposite side knew his intentions, but Xi Su Gu believed that as long as the attack on his side was enough to threaten or even disintegrate the enemy's formation, then whether it was to save his life or to hold the battle line, the enemy on the opposite side would have to be forced to mobilize the defenders of the swamp to support him.

"Let's see which of us can hold on." Xi Sugu, who had always been calm in his tactics in the past, rarely showed a trace of emotion, he felt that the Count of Montina on the other side was like his destined enemy, the last time they fought in the Alger River, but Xi Sugu was more concerned because of this.

Because he knew very well that the other party's troops were obviously not as many as his, which made Xi Sugu feel that a draw with the enemy in this situation was enough for that person to brag for too long.

At the urging of Xi Sugu, the fierce assault was in full swing on the entire front, fighting everywhere, and everyone was involved in the madness of killing or being killed.

Alexander was also looking at the entire battlefield, without a trace of expression on his face, as if this tragic battle at this moment had nothing to do with him.

But in fact he was not at all at peace at this time, and when the Ottomans began to launch a more ferocious attack, he knew that the enemy on the other side must have seen through his plan.

Alexander looked in the direction of the swamp, and then he gave the order to Busako, who had been following closely by his side.

"Let the hunters all attack."

Busako's face was stunned, he knew what this order meant, looking at the few hunters behind him, Busako whispered with a little hesitation, "But my lord, if this is the case, we will have no reserves." ”

Alexander also looked behind him, and then smiled helplessly.

"Do you think it's necessary to keep the reserve army at this time?" Seeing Busakko's worried expression, Alexander whispered, "I know what I'm doing, and I'm not going to do anything stupid." ”

Despite the flash of disbelief in his eyes, Busako whispered the order as he tried again to make a suggestion to Alexander, but this time he simply said, "My lord, if the situation is not good, I may be rude to you." ”

Alexander looked at Busako, and then at the few hunters around him who were staring at him with green eyes, and could only smile slightly bitterly, "Busako, I said I wouldn't do anything stupid, believe me, if I need to, the first thing I have to think about is the fate of my army." ”

Busako muttered something that sounded like "I hope so," but he didn't tell the huntsmen to be ready to take Alexander away.

It seems to have been a long time ago, when in fact the sun was just climbing overhead.

The Ottomans had been beaten back several times, and it was clear that the heretics were not all tireless monsters, and when the casualties reached a certain level, fear and exhaustion would weigh even the bravest soldiers, and then they would lose their agility before they were poked to the ground by a spear that had stabbed from somewhere.

A warrior with a legendary experience may be killed by a newcomer who goes to war for the first time, and a nobleman of great fame may die the next moment at the hands of a commoner who he once regarded as a weed under his feet, and the battlefield makes everyone seem truly equal in this moment.

A cavalryman galloped through a quagmire, the muddy water brought up by the horse's hooves kept falling to the ground, and the sweat flowing from the horse's body splashed everywhere.

"My lord! Where is the Earl?! The cavalryman shouted from afar, and when he saw the banner, he immediately took the reins and ran towards Alexander, despite the resistance of the hunters.

Busako's hand gripped the handle of the musket at his waist, and he would shoot at Alexander's command, although the opponent was fast, but as a good hunter he believed that he would definitely hit.

"Someone from the other side of the fort?" Alexander saw the origin of the cavalryman's clothing, he waved his hand to Busako, and after the hunters brought the man over, he looked at the sweaty cavalry and asked in a low voice, "What happened?" ”

"Adult~"

The cavalryman immediately shouted, but Busako, who had already received Alexander's hints, reached out and covered his mouth. At the same time, his face was pressed against the panicked soldier, and he whispered, "If you don't want to lose your head, just be quiet and tell the adults what happened." ”

"It's the Ottomans," the cavalryman didn't know if he was frightened or if he had just said it badly and looked odd, "The Ottoman fleet has come from the mouth of the Dembvica, and they are not far from us now. ”

"Really, the fleet is coming?" Alexander didn't seem too surprised, in fact, from the time the Ottomans launched a pincer attack on Bucharest from the north and south, many people in Bucharest City realized that they might be facing a different siege than the first siege of Bucharest. In particular, far-sighted people such as Ladislas II and Chippes were keenly aware that the Ottomans might have had a much greater appetite than they suspected.

What will it be like after Bucharest?

Just think about it and you can guess.

With the fall of Bucharest, the entire Duchy of Wallachia was bound to fall completely into the hands of the Ottomans, and if they had enough ambitions, the Ottoman army could continue north after Bucharest and recuperation, whether they were Hungary, Poland, or even Vienna.

If this was not the case, with the capture of Bucharest, the Sultan's army could continue eastward, completely occupying Bulgaria and threatening Moldova, with which it had just been forced to sign vassalage.

By that time, the entire eastern Mediterranean and almost the entire Black Sea coast would be under the control of the Ottoman Empire.

The mere thought of such an outcome would be enough to excite anyone, and Bayezid II seems poised to make that a reality.

Rather than attacking the isolated city from the north and south, the Ottoman army would take the opportunity to cross the Dembvica River and advance deep into Wallachia.

Alexander also guessed this possibility, but he was somewhat surprised by the Ottomans' willingness to do so.

"Will the fortresses along the river be able to hold back the Ottoman fleet?" Alexander asked, he did not know the situation of the fortresses, although he had received some information from the Greeks, but it was not very clear.

Now it seems that with the onslaught of the Ottomans, if Montina's army could hold out, those forts might still be able to hold out, but once they were surrounded, they might not be able to hold out in the face of threats from both the shore and the river.

Sure enough, Alexander's question caused a flash of panic on the soldier's face, although Alexander quickly saw the hesitation and uneasiness in it.

"Tell me how long you can hold out?" Alexander now thought it might be more appropriate to ask.

"We can hold on, but you know it's not something that can be done with all your might," the soldier said, and then, under Alexander's gaze, finally said in a contentious tone, "We can't hold out if we are surrounded, after all, our families are still in Bucharest." ”

"Yes," Alexander ignored the soldier, he looked to the battlefield, and at this time a new round of Ottoman attacks had begun, and seeing that there was still a faint gray shadow in the distance, Alexander gave the order, "Go and tell Gompati to hold on to the swamp," and said softly, "I hope things are not so bad." ”

The Ottoman fleet did not fully enter the mouth of the Dembvica until near noon, because, according to the hydrological characteristics of the Dembvica, this time was about the time of high tide.

Originally, the Ottoman boats did not have a deep draft, but because they carried too many supplies and soldiers, each boat was crushed to death, and the river would hit the deck directly if the waves were a little bigger.

However, the Dembvica River is the largest confluence of the lower Danube, and the wide mouth of the river even makes the scenery on both sides of the river look somewhat blurred.

The Ottoman fleet moved northward, and although the speed of the fleet slowed down considerably, with the harsh orders of the Ottoman naval governor, the war slaves on the ship rowed desperately under the threat of whips and scimitars, and the fleet was unstoppable and went upstream, straight to Bucharest.

When the Ottoman fleet approached against the river, a small group of men and horses on the shore was coldly watching them.

Unlike his companions, who were unable to control their anger at the sight of the Ottoman Crescent Banner, Georgiliuou turned his hatred of the Ottomans into destruction and killing, unlike his companions who were immediately unable to control their anger at the sight of the Ottoman Crescent Banner.

After parting ways with Alexander, the rallying Greeks marched south along the east bank of the Dembvica River, and under the leadership of Georgilirouou, the Greek army of about 700 men crossed directly to another fortress on the east bank of the river, and did not stop until it was close to the mouth of the river.

But Bodpaed, another leader of the Greeks, did not go south with them, and remained with more than 100 men in the fortress called Pletvi, whose defenders were apparently very pleased with the unexpected arrival of a reinforcement at this time.

Georgilirou's men did not harass the Ottomans, and in fact they could not do much, because without long-range projectile weapons, they could only stand on the shore and watch the Ottomans pass in front of them, but they also had to be careful that if they were discovered, they would be attacked by the artillery from the ship.

The guns installed on the ships by the Ottomans did not pose much threat to the men of Georgiliruou on the shore, either in power or range, but when the news reached the fortress of Pletvi, it caused a wave of tension.

This is because the artillery may not pose much of a threat to people on the shore at a distance, but it is more than enough to deal with the water gates of the fortress of Pletvi or the city of Bucharest.

So while Georgio Leruou rushed with his men to Pletvi, trying to prepare for an interception along the river before the Ottomans arrived, a heated argument was also going on in Pletvi.

The people of Pletevi were frightened by the menacing arrival of the Ottoman army, especially after hearing that the Ottomans had launched a huge attack on the west bank of the river at the same time, and the people of Pletevi began to discuss not whether they could withstand the Ottoman attack, but whether they should retreat to Bucharest while the enemy had not yet come to abandon the fortress.

"No one ever thought that the Ottomans would attack from downstream, let's see what we have, a few old guns, hundreds of unprepared soldiers, and those of us who have been exiled here because they are not taken seriously, and Pletvi can't hold it."

The first to make such desperate remarks was none other than Pletvi's guard, and under his unscrupulous clamour, the Pletvi people were even more talkative.

It wasn't until Bodpeid, who had been watching from the sidelines, stood up and seemed to have something different to say, which naturally caught the attention of the fortress guards.

"Do you have anything to say, General?" The guard frowned and asked the old man, who looked more like a scholar than a soldier.

"Actually, nothing, I just think there's a better way," Bodpader smiled.

"What else, either retreat or die." The guard said dissatisfiedly, "I don't want to run around with my people like you, I just want to go back to Bucharest." ”

Bodpeid shook his head disapprerovingly, "There is still a way." ”

As he spoke, this kind old man, who looked like a scholar, suddenly pulled out the short sword at his waist and stabbed the guard in the stomach fiercely and mercilessly!