Long, dark red shadows moved across the pale sand, and when they emerged from the smoke, they could be seen as rows of soldiers marching forward.

The front row of soldiers raised their muskets, and although they were still a little far away, they already caused a nervous exclamation from the small boats on the river.

Several heavy shields stood in the bow of the ship, but the hull of the ship shook violently as the people on board were in a hurry to run around.

The boat came closer, and the people on board nervously listened to the movement on the shore.

Suddenly, a vague cry came from the shore, followed by a deafening sound of gunfire!

The sound of the bullet hitting the shield was endless, and the shield shook violently, and the person pushing the shield in front didn't know that it was because he was afraid that he would be shocked by the bullets that kept hitting, and he couldn't stop shouting loudly.

Finally, with a "poof", a bright hole appeared in the shield, and then a person staring at the shield suddenly let out a scream and rolled over and fell, and the shield flipped down.

The people on the boat were exposed at once, but before they could scream, a dense barrage of bullets had already smashed at them.

The boats kept spinning on the river, bullets flew on the river, the hull of the hit boats was full of holes, some of the boats were broken by the interconnected panels to reveal a large hollow, the icy river water rushed in at once, and the people on the boat immediately shouted and struggled to row to the opposite bank, while desperately trying to plug the loopholes.

Finally, the hull of a boat touched the bottom of the shore with a slight shock, and the already desperate soldiers on the boat instantly roared, and they scrambled to jump off the boat, and as soon as their feet landed, they desperately stepped on the ankle-free cold river and rushed to the shore, and more people behind them jumped into the river before the boat approached, and the river water dripping to their knees or even their waists rushed to the shore.

The first soldiers to rush ashore saw a group of seemingly familiar faces, and although they did not know the people on the other side, they could still distinguish the other as they were, the physical characteristics that were common to the local Balkans.

But at this time, no one cared about this, looking at the other party's eagerness to try as well as his own, as if he would pounce at any time, the soldier who stepped on the riverbank knew that if he was a little cowardly, he might be driven back into the river by the other party.

With a frantic roar, a brutal battle unfolded on the banks of the river, and the ferocity of the Balkans was vividly displayed at this moment.

Spears, short knives, chain hammers and cross-hand axes peculiar to the Balkans sprayed blood for a while, screaming and screaming, and the originally snow-white bank of the Muresh River was stained with scarlet blood and water in an astonishing color.

Alexander looked at the scene on the river beach below, his eyes looked farther out of the river, and he let out a soft "hum" when he saw more and more boats spread across the river.

Rova, Northern Bosnia?? The news that the marquis became king, and then this king surrendered to the Ottomans, surprised even Alexander.

To Rowa?? He had heard of the name for a long time, and the hero of Northern Bosnia was admired by many Bosnians as if it were a legend.

Having participated in the Battle of the White Valley and having fought with Vlad III against Mehmed II under the city of Bucharest, Jean Roy?? became a legend.

Many Bosnians believe that regardless of their origin or prestige, Rova?? Both are the best candidates for the King of Bosnia.

As a result of Rowa?? Indeed, he became king as he wished, but it was an Ottoman sultan who put the crown on him.

Because of Rowa?? Suddenly betrayed, the invisible door to Bucharest was suddenly opened, and the Ottoman army suddenly arrived in Belgrade with unexpected speed, and unprepared, the Count of Sander in Belgrade rushed to meet the battle.

The count had no more opportunity to consider whether he should fight a war of movement with the Ottomans, as Helva had written to him.

Belgrade is surrounded by Ottomans!

Rowa?? 's surrender was in exchange for a crown, and the price he paid was that his army was requisitioned by the Sultan.

Loyal to Rowa?? Not only was it quickly incorporated into the Sultan's expeditionary force, but it was also called to be the vanguard of the expedition, and the king himself was the commander of this force.

There are about 4,000 Bosnians incorporated into the Sudanese army, this number is not too much, but it is already a lot, the forward force of the Ottoman army is about 16,000 people, the Bosnians have joined the forward force to nearly 20,000, and the Ottoman army is always nearly 90,000 people!

When Mehmed II went on an expedition to the Balkans, he had only 100,000 troops.

Bayezid II was pleased with this result, and his expedition was originally intended to re-establish Ottoman rule in the Balkans in the name of punishing the rebellious Greek nobles, and now that Northern Bosnia had a king attached to him, he saw a bright future for the expedition.

Rowa?? The full title is "King of Bosnia and Croats".

But it is clear that neither Bosnia nor Croatia is a complete ruler.

Farther north, in Zagreb, the Croats openly rejected his title, and some Bosnian nobles issued statements saying that they did not recognize such a king, but in any case he had now worn the crown, and in accordance with his previous promises, the Sultan had decided to send an army to fight against the Hurva in Zagreb with his army in the north.

Rowa?? Knowing that his decision was unexpected by many people, and it attracted too many questions and curses, he was not discouraged by this.

Rowa?? He feels that he is actually the benefactor who saved Bosnia, and maybe the people now cannot understand him, but I believe that the people will understand his heart in the future.

Numerous battles with the Ottomans allowed him to know better than anyone the true strength of this terrible enemy, and in Rova?? It seems that the people of Bucharest are like a group of little children who are blindfolded and walking towards a beast with wooden knives, they have no idea what they are up against, and when they do understand, it will be too late.

Isn't this saving the lives of those fools by making the right choice before they make fatally wrong decisions, and then think about how many lives can be lost because of the bad decisions made by those fools, Rowa?? He even thinks he deserves not only a Bosnian and Croat crown, but an even greater crown.

For example, if possible, would the Sultan make himself king of the entire Pan-Roman region?

Of course, such an idea can only be hidden in the heart, at least not for the time being, but Rowa?? He didn't think it was an unsightly thought, as long as he could achieve brilliant results in the next battle, he knew that the Sultan was actually very generous.

The meditation that was emerging was interrupted by a whistling sound, and Rois?? Looking at the river, I saw a huge column of water rising in the air, first rushing into the air, and then smashing down the river with white smoke floating around, the boat closest to the water column has been lifted by the waves, and the soldiers who fell into the water desperately swam to the boat carrying the sinking float upside down, while the people who could not swim kept raising their arms and desperately calling for help until they were submerged by the turbulent river.

"That Frank still has a cannon?"

Rowa?? Using a rather old name, he actually wanted to say that the Romans came, but thinking that it might mean more to him in the future, he decided not to use it lightly.

"Your Majesty, they shouldn't have many cannons," a general carefully paid attention to the white smoke rising from the other side of the river, "but he didn't expect that person to dare to block the river alone, you must know that those clowns in Bucharest should have been frightened now." ”

"Very brave indeed, for this I will give him the respect he deserves when he becomes a prisoner," Rois?? He smiled, he said this with sincerity, even if this strange enemy would soon not cause him any more trouble, but at least worthy of respect compared to the trembling cowards hiding in Bucharest, but then his tone changed suddenly: "But because of this, I will make him my prisoner, and soon, before it gets dark I will see the enemy's flag driven away from the river beach on the opposite bank, and when I cross the river I want the good news that the enemy has been defeated." ”

"Your Majesty!"

In the roar of the generals under his command, Rois?? The horses walked upstream along the riverbank.

At the same time, on the other side of the Muresh River, Alexander was watching the battle on the river.

He placed the fierce Balkan peasants in the middle of the ranks of the Agri musketeers, and when they fired heavily on the river, the musketeers retreated, regardless of the outcome of the battle.

Alexander was not afraid that the musketeers would suffer heavy losses, so he withdrew them early, and after many battles, the 'Agri musketeers' have become more than just a synonym for loyalty, a name that also represents a strong will and a brave spirit.

Many of the southern Italian mountain dwellers, who had never even touched their swords before, could now calmly raise their muskets in the face of the oncoming heavy cavalry, and even if the enemy had rushed in front of them, they could wait firmly for the signal to hear before firing if they had not heard the order.

The Genoese sword and shield men and spearmen who stood with them were the most loyal companions of the musketeers, and they would erect a tight wall of spears with their weapons to build a mobile position for their companions to rely on.

Such a combination of hot and cold, with a suitable formation from far and near, provided Alexander with enough protection to compete with any enemy.

Whenever a dense array of gunfire rang out in the dense phalanx, Alexander could quickly tell whether it was a light flintlock pistol or a heavy arquebus, as feared as a small cannon.

And whenever the terrifying roar of a heavy arquebus that could shoot through heavy armor from 100 paces away, Alexander could imagine the unlucky guy on the other side who looked like he was being targeted by the heavy musketeers because of his coquettish armor.

The Balkans and their fellow countrymen who were arranged on the beach closest to the river met unexpectedly, and the two sides launched a brutal battle on the river beach, fierce to fierce, fierce to cruel, although they spoke the same language and had common beliefs, but at this time they only had the axe cut by each other in their eyes, and only the desire to kill each other in their hearts.

The defending side of the river bank had a natural advantage, and while the Bosnians who had waded ashore could not take a step because of the wet weight on their bodies, the Balkans who were waiting on the shore had already swung their axes and slashed at them.

At the same time, the Bohemian light cavalry ran incessantly along both sides of the riverbank, sometimes flying far and sometimes approaching, and the repeated onslaught of short muskets and sabers gave headaches to some of the few Bosnians who were able to break through the Balkans in front of them.

Alexander looked at a flat area not far from the riverbank fort and frowned slightly.

There were four artillery pieces there, and that was all Gompati had.

Moreover, the caliber of these guns is not large, and the disadvantages of having to carry only a few small guns in order to be able to march quickly are now highlighted.

Looking at the occasional columns of water on the river, Alexander knew that his field guns, mounted on detachable gun carriages, were far more intimidating than they actually caused.

Gompati was also annoyed that the treasures he had to sacrifice caliber and weight because of the long distance could not satisfy his desire for thicker and longer, and now he was anxious to know how many more artillery pieces were available for him in Bucharest.

The four guns kept firing shells at the surface of the river, some of which were solidified with mutton fat that had been specially soaked in the icy water, and when the smooth surface of the shells rubbed violently against the breeches of the cannons became extremely hot, the shells quickly disintegrated in the air, and in an instant a large piece of sharp iron slag steel whistled and smashed into the river like steel locusts falling from the sky, and for a time the river churned with fragments of unfortunate flesh and terrible screams.

The first Bosnians bravely rushed to the river beach, fighting the enemy fiercely, fighting for every inch of land on the river beach, every piece of fine sand, at any moment someone falling, the wounded screaming in pain, and everywhere there was terrible brutality.

"Balkan ......"

Alexander, who was riding on the back of Pagassos, muttered to himself that this was the first time he had seen the Balkans fight, and that he was "lucky" to see the Balkans fighting each other.

There was no kindness, no sympathy and no pity for fellow villagers, and the kind of cruelty that even fellow villagers could not be merciless because of their different camps surprised Alexander a little.

"They are brave and loyal, my lord, these soldiers deserve to be rewarded," even Busako, who did not like the Balkans very much, praised from the bottom of his heart, "as long as they obey the command, they can be the best hunters." ”

"Obey the command?"

The corners of Alexander's mouth twitched slightly, he felt that Nashan was too procrastinating, and the messenger who had been sent before had not heard from him until now, which made Alexander feel strange when he thought about it.

After all, his mother is still very charming, does Nashan still want to wait until his mother conceives a younger brother and sister for him?

"That's almost enough, order the musketeers to shoot at the river!" Alexander gave the order.

The Agri musketeers were again sorted, and under the cover of a phalanx of spear and sword and shield men, the musketeers crossed the Balkans who were fighting each other on the slope above the river and began to fire heavily at the second group of Bosnians who were trying to continue their landing on the river.

At the same time, Gompati's only four guns also adjusted their muzzle heights and bombarded the river closer to the shore.

Columns of water were stirred up, and dense splashes of water were splashed like a rainstorm, and the second group of Bosnians could not have imagined that they would suddenly be hit so strongly.

The boat was overturned, the people were pierced, the blood and the river water kept surging on the broken planks, and the soldiers crowded on the boat had no place to hide, and often a row of bullets hit the body of several people in countless terrible bullet holes.

When the first boater finally couldn't bear the terrible blow and began to turn around, more and more boats followed, first to stop, and then to be forced to drift away to the whistling of bullets flying across the river.

The Bosnians on the river beach finally could not hold on, and the result of losing support was merciless slaughter, and they began to retreat towards the river, driven by the Balkans, except for a few who had time to climb into the boat, most of them could only row into the river as much as they could.

The musketeers began to advance towards the riverbank, and they marched in an orderly manner to the sound of marching music, stopping, raising their guns, and aiming.

Every movement is so uniform, if you look at it from a distance, the uplifting music even reveals an elegance that is incompatible with this cruel battlefield.

"Fire!"

Gracefully marching in unison, elegantly raising the gun to aim, the result is a brutal killing.

A large expanse of red water floated across the river, mixed with several corpses that were constantly sinking and floating.

The Bosnian offensive was broken down, and their army retreated to the west bank of the Muresh River in disarray. When he got the news and returned to the river, where the fighting was at its worst, he saw patches of scarlet as the river was flowing downstream.

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