In the early morning of the 25th, the Ottoman army began the attack on Bucharest, and when the heavy artillery that had finally been transported to the front line with great difficulty roared, listening to the earth-shaking loud noise, the Bucharest people could not help but change their faces greatly.

Projectiles wrapped in great destruction erupted from the muzzle of the cannon along with the smoke and flames, and with a faint band of smoke arced towards the walls of Bucharest.

The Ottoman artillery was undoubtedly the most terrible weapon ever made by mankind in this era, and the fortified walls looked like a majestic hollow giant that had already trembled in front of the ferocious cannonballs, and every time the cannonballs fell, the city of Bucharest seemed to respond with a groan of pain.

As the fortress at the forefront of the southern part of the city, the fortress of Bucur, named after the church of Bucourt, where the Montina army was located, bore the brunt.

The cannon rumbled, roared and shook the sky, looking at the rubble on the city wall that was instantly shattered and splashed in all directions, Alexander, who was standing in the distance, couldn't help but sigh softly, "In the future, it will be the era of artillery and muskets."

The Ottoman artillery spewed flames, and the shells smashed into the city walls, and the heavy bombardment caused large pieces of stones to fall off the walls, and the people standing on the walls felt as if the walls would break and collapse in the next moment.

The Ottoman shelling lasted for so long that it even made the Bucharest people wonder if they were planning to rely on these artillery pieces to crush the city to life.

When the cannon finally died down and the horn sounded from the position, Alexander climbed the wall again, and stood on the wall, which had been blown up and riddled with potholes, he first looked at the wave of the Ottoman army rushing to the wall, recalled the shelling a little, and then turned back to Gompati next to him and said with a smile: "It seems that Herva has done a good job." ”

Gompati nodded silently, he knew what Alexander was talking about.

The Ottomans once bombarded the walls of Constantinople with the world's most powerful urban cannon, and although the fall of Constantinople in the end cannot be said to be the credit of the urban cannon, the terrible firepower possessed by the Ottomans is known to the world.

However, Bucharest had thwarted the Ottoman attack, and this history has taught both sides that when the Ottomans invade again, Bucharest will face a more powerful and ferocious enemy.

However, from the shelling just now, Alexander noticed that although the Ottoman fire was huge, it was not as fierce as expected, and from the extent of the destruction of the city wall, the power of the Ottoman artillery did not seem to be very large, which means that the artillery they used was not as powerful as the urban cannon.

Didn't the Ottomans bring siege artillery?

Alexander thought it was unlikely, then the only explanation was that for some reason their large artillery was most likely delayed halfway and not able to reach the front in time.

Then the only one who can hold back the Ottoman army is now Helva.

The flag was flying, and the Ottomans went on the offensive.

Unsurprisingly, the gray figure reappeared, looking at the Muserim infantry, Alexander nodded slightly to the herald beside him.

A group of Balkans roared and poured into front of the walls, and behind them, Genoese sword and shield men waited for orders.

This was a tactic that Alexander had just figured out not long ago, and against the Muserim infantry was to use the same fierce Balkan peasants, and the Genoese, who were known for their defensive skills, as a reserve to replace the Balkans.

The collision between the two sides unfolded on the city walls, and the violent conflict that broke out with life and death almost in an instant almost made Alexander think that he had seen a living hell.

Although he had defended Pisa and had already experienced many battles, at this moment Alexander could not help but admit that, as a famous military theorist of later generations said, "Of all wars, the war of religion and belief is the most cruel and ruthless." ”

Fighting is everywhere, and people who don't know each other are horrific in killing each other just for their different beliefs.

The people in front will not stop, because the people in the back will push you forward, and the people in the back will blindly surge forward with the people around you because they are stimulated by the blood-boiling shouts and bloody faces.

When the machine of war is in motion, no one can stop anymore, and at this moment, even Xi Sugu, who is known for his calmness, can't help but become enthusiastic, and he must add a blessing from the scriptures to the end of each command, as if this is the only way to vent the excitement in his heart.

"Capture this fortress of Bukur, this place is too important for us," Sisuggu looked at the map and poked his finger hard at the place marked with the fortress of Bukur, "Look at the location of this fort, if we can't take this place successfully, we won't be able to get enough support for our attack on the other side of the river." ”

Speaking of this, Xi Sugu looked at the fortress shrouded in gunpowder smoke on the opposite side, his eyes flashed with a hint of anger, which was completely different from his usual expression: "I don't know if that Count Montina has chosen this place a long time ago, but now he is in my way!" ”

The right flank of the Ottoman army launched a fierce assault on the fortress of Bukur, and groups of soldiers rushed towards the walls almost without interruption, while the Muserim soldiers, under the urging of the officers, launched a desperate onslaught.

Standing on the city wall and looking at the enemy below, he was also frightened by the ferocity of the Ottomans, although he had fought the Ottomans more than once, but when he saw the Ottomans charging at the fortress, he really realized the horror of this army.

It was the bravery that would not flinch even when he knew that he might run into a bloody blow in front of the strong walls, but in Gompati's opinion, it was more of a madness.

"This is the power of faith, or the madness of faith." Alexander said to Gompati that as he watched the Ottomans on their onslaught, his eyes were on the other side of the Dembvica River, not far away.

The Ottoman fleet had quickly taken control of several docks on the lower reaches of the Dembvica River after breaking through the Pletvi fortress, and then they began an offensive towards the eastern city of Bucharest, located on the other side of the river.

When the news of the Ottomans appearing on the east bank of the Dembvica River came, Ladislas II immediately fell into a great panic, he was very worried that the city would be completely surrounded, and even more worried that the relatively weak eastern city would be broken by the Ottomans, which even reminded him that it was said that Constantinople fell because of the fall of a small city gate.

The king even regretted sending Chipes and Alexander out at this time, because if there were two men's army, at least the city of Bucharest would have been more fortified.

Now that Alexander's army was forced to defend at the fortress of Bukur and Tsepes completely lost, Ladislas II suddenly felt that if he continued like this, he was in real danger of following in the footsteps of Władysław III.

The first day's assault finally ended after the Ottoman army slowly retreated, and looking at the enemy in the distance, the king, who had just climbed the wall, turned pale and knew he had to do something.

On April 26, Ladislas II put on his armor and mounted his horse, barely hung his heavy sword and shield, and then led his bodyguards to the church in Bucharest, where for the first time during the public mass, the king did not bother to follow the Catholic or Orthodox rituals, he asked the patriarch to pray for the blessing of the city of Bucharest, and then the king issued an order to the whole city to fight the heathen.

"Let all take up arms to defend the icons from desecration, the holy churches from destruction, and our chaste nuns from the insults and destruction of the infidels!" The king inspired the people of Bucharet with his touching words, but after his hoarse cries, he was not answered by the cries of the people to defend the city and the faith, but by extreme indifference and ridicule.

Ladislas II was indeed frightened, he had secretly ordered the troops he had brought with him to prepare for leaving the city, and he regretted why he had come here, but even more regretted why he had not left before the Ottomans had closed the siege.

Not only was Hungary now in danger of being invaded at any time, but he himself was in danger, much to the regret of his decision to come to the city.

Only now he must first boost the morale of those Balkans.

When the king stood in the square of the Bucharest church, looking at the crowd around him, he immediately made an impassioned speech.

Courage, honor, devotion to the faith and duty to God, the king's speech touched Ladislas II himself, but he never imagined that his great speech, which could almost go down in history, would be exchanged for indifferent eyes instead of the warm response of imagination.

The nobles responded with silence, and in the distance there were occasional bursts of mocking boos.

Ladislas II was furious, and he stared at the Bucharest people in annoyance, wondering why they had done this to him

"We must sacrifice ourselves for the sake of our faith!" The king roared in an almost hoarse voice, and he tried to impress the cold-looking nobles, but looking at their indifferent eyes, Ladislas II suddenly felt like a sheep standing in front of a pack of wolves, and if it weren't for the fact that there was another group of more ferocious wolves outside the city, perhaps they would have devoured him as a delicious meal by now.

"Your Majesty, tell us you don't want to leave Bucharest!" I don't know who suddenly shouted in the crowd.

The look on Ladislas II's face changed instantly, he didn't expect to know who leaked the news that he was going to flee Bucharest.

At the same time, with the voice of doubt, more and more people began to question the king loudly.

"Tell us you didn't want to abandon us!"

"Answer us, King, will you live and die with the city like Constantine XI?!"

"Swear! Swear! Swear before the holy cross that you will do your duty as a king! ”

Instantly, shouts began to ring out in the square, and the people began to shout that Ladislas II would swear to live and die with Bucharest, as the emotions became agitated, and some of the knights even began to beat their shields and the armor on their chests with their weapons, and the king's bodyguards began to panic, for they noticed that among those who shouted were not only the commoners, but also some of the petty nobles and junior officers.

The guards couldn't help but lean towards the king, some of them holding on to the hilt of their swords.

This action of the guards instantly angered the already emotional people, not only the commoners and the low-ranking nobles, but even some of the big nobles began to ask the king in a pleading tone to "swear before the cross to clear up those imaginary rumors".

To Ladislas II's surprise, the Patriarch, who had been silent except for the Mass, expressed his support for the nobles' proposals.

"Your Majesty, taking an oath to the holy cross is a good way to prove everything." The Patriarch's voice was low but unquestionable, and looking at the king, who was already hesitant, the Patriarch continued, "Please don't forget that the Ottomans are just outside the city, and there is nothing more important now than to defend against the infidels. ”

Ladislas II's face turned pale as if it had been smeared with a layer of silver powder.

His gaze first swept over the great nobles who were very close, then at the small nobles and commoners in the distance, and then he took a deep breath and stared at the patriarch and asked in a deep tone, "Do you really think that I should swear publicly in front of these people?" ”

"The people of Bucharest need that kind of confidence."

"But this is an insult to me, to the kings of Bohemia and Hungary, and please do not forget that I am from the royal family of Poland and Lithuania."

The Patriarch's heart was shocked, and he knew that Ladislas II was right, and that forcing a king to publicly swear to live and die with a city was indeed a very severe insult, or rather, it was trampling on the king's dignity.

Thinking of the wrath of the people of Bucharest facing from the Three Kingdoms, the Patriarch could not help but regret his sloppiness.

But now nothing could be changed, and from the moment he learned that Ladislas II was preparing to secretly flee from Bucharest, and then decided to spread the news, the Patriarch knew that there was no way out.

"Pious prayers and vows will not only prove your sincerity, but also make amends for the reputation damaged by rumors, but if you insist that it is an insult, you can refuse to swear, but Your Majesty I think you should make the right choice," the Patriarch looked around at the people "The oath may be detrimental to your dignity as a king, but it will at least allow you to remain the ruler of the city, which should be enough for you now." ”

Ladislas II stared at the Patriarch with a blue face, knowing that he had no choice, as the Patriarch had said, if he refused to take the oath publicly, it would mean that he was against the people of the whole city.

But if he is forced to swear in front of everyone, then he will not only lose face, but worse, with the loss of dignity, it will be even more difficult for the already unruly nobles to control.

At this time, Ladislas II couldn't help but think of his nemesis, Emperor Maximian, imagining that when the emperor visited Jutland, he was blocked by the locals in a tailor's shop, and finally had to humiliately promise to release the Jutland parliamentarians who were ordered to be imprisoned by him.

The king's lips trembled slightly, and he felt that the great shame he was facing made his blood boil, and the numbness of his hands and feet and the madness of thoughts brought him to the point of almost madness.

Ladislas II opened his mouth, knowing how difficult it would be to spit out that humiliating oath, but he also knew what would come if he didn't agree to make it public.

"I ......"

The king's mouth was short of sounds, and except for the faint shouts of the Ottomans attacking the city outside the city, the surroundings instantly became silent.

At this moment, a crisp neighing of horses suddenly came from the distance of the cathedral, accompanied by the neighing of horses, and the sound of rapid horses' hooves hitting the ground came from far and near.

Many people couldn't help but look back when they heard the sound, and then more and more people exclaimed!

Majestic horses, shining and ornate armor, and huge two-handed swords hanging from horses.

When the horse's huge horse's paw landed on the stone slab of the church square, all eyes were on the draped girl.

"Ah~"

As the two-handed sword she struggled to raise slashed through the air like lightning, Sophia let out a shout to the people in the square.

"Follow the princess and get ready for battle!"

Almost as soon as Sophia's shout fell, a knight, also clad in drape, was already roaring beside her.

He galloped along the edge of the square, roaring in unison.

"Follow the princess and get ready for battle!"

The knights of Gilas ran wildly across the square.

"Follow the princess and get ready for battle!"

"Prepare for battle!"

More and more people began to shout, at first involuntarily, and then the shouts became higher and higher.

The people began to roar, louder than the shouts of the Ottomans outside the city.

Ladislas II stared at Sophia blankly, he never imagined that it would be Sophia who would finally save him from his predicament.

It's just that he doesn't know why, Ladislas II didn't feel a trace of relief and joy, he looked at Sophia who was hovering in the middle of the square in a daze, and for a while there was an indescribable strangeness.

Beside him, the Patriarch of Bucharest watched the scene in silence, his lips covered by his beard twitched slightly, and after a while he muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Princess of Greece, holy covenant ......"

And at the fortress of Bukur, after hearing about the incident that took place in front of Bucharest's church square, Alexander finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sophia, you have not disappointed me," Alexander whispered, then he looked at the Ottoman camp outside the fortress, "Trust me Sophia, our marriage will be blessed, those Ottomans are proof!" ”