Groups of Balkan troops appeared outside the city, from the fortress along the river near Dembvica to Bucharest, from the west bank of the river to the east bank of the river, on a frontage of nearly 8 fats, and the coalition forces began a tentative counterattack against the Ottomans.

It was still cautious at first, with most of the coalition forces just running back and forth on the battlefield, and when an opportunity was seen, a bold commander would suddenly attack, and then immediately and cautiously retreat.

However, most of the allied nobles were careful to keep a certain distance from the Ottomans in order to observe the situation.

Some of the allied nobles sent people to the Ottoman camp to inquire about the news, and the complicated relationship with the Ottoman Empire for many years made some people more or less connected with the Ottomans.

However, the information obtained in this way is very mixed and even more contradictory.

In some cases, the Sultan was preparing for a new attack, others said that it seemed that the Sultan was suddenly seriously ill, while many more did not hear anything, and the only reason for the sudden change in the Ottoman camp was that "it was an order from above." ”

Alexander had no scruples as much, and he sent Pannoni's Balkan regiment to attack the Ottomans from the direction of the fortress of Bukur, while ordering the Pisa regiment to form a trapezoidal flank slightly behind the Balkan regiment flank to protect the rapidly advancing Balkans.

"And what are we going to do, my lord?" Several Agri officers asked with a slight dissatisfaction, they felt that Alexander seemed to look more and more at the Balkans now, and there was even news that in the future the Balkans would become the main force of the huntsmen together with the Agri, which made Agri a little difficult to accept.

"Prepare for the wrath of the Ottomans."

The stressful words puzzled the Agri officers, but it didn't take long for them to understand what had happened.

When the Balkan regiment appeared, it was immediately attacked by the Ottoman army, and although there were many coalition forces on the entire front, the Balkan regiment became a target for the Ottomans.

Even some of the Ottoman troops who were far away began to move from both sides of the battle line to the south of Bucharest, and the Ottomans who were advancing sideways under the noses of the coalition forces could not help but be furious.

Alexander, who got the report, understood what was happening after a little thought.

"The Ottomans are retaliating, Busako probably really hit something, maybe now the Sultan has ......"

Alexander shook his head slightly and put aside the too impossible conjecture, he knew that something must have happened to the Ottomans, but it is unknown whether it was the Sultan himself who had an accident, and the Ottomans' frenzied attack on the Balkans at this time actually showed that things were a little complicated.

"Let the Balkan regiment retreat, retaliate?" Alexander asked softly, and then his gaze fell on the faces of the Agri officers, "Now it's time for you to go out and get the damned Balkans back." ”

Panoni could not have imagined that his troops would be attacked so violently, even madly, as soon as they entered the battlefield, that the Ottomans attacked his regiment as if they had some personal vendetta against him, so that the Balkans were thrown into disarray at almost the slightest contact.

To make matters worse, it seems that the Balkans elsewhere have also received the news, and as the trumpets on the battlefield sound from far and near, Pannoni knows that more and more Ottoman troops are coming in their direction.

Panoni sensed that something was wrong, and he knew that if he did not retreat, he might be overwhelmed by the angry Ottoman army.

At least in the two attacks he had just suffered, his Balkan regiment would have been completely torn apart if it had not been for the fact that the two Ottomans did not seem to cooperate at all but only kept attacking each other, so that he found a chance to escape from the danger of being almost surrounded.

Panoni immediately ordered a retreat, but the nearby Ottomans refused to let him go, and they began to advance into the battle line, and some of the farther troops simply reversed course and desperately tried to pursue the Balkans.

The coalition forces also began to concentrate in the direction of the fortress of Bukur, and the actions of the Ottomans angered the Balkan nobles, and many commanders were so angry that they forgot the horror of the Ottoman army.

And they did see an opportunity, and some Ottoman officers, who seemed to be driven by an overzealous vindictiveness, exposed their flanks to the coalition forces when they moved their troops.

With the Balkan regiment outside the fortress of Bukur as the center, the armies of both sides began to concentrate, and the decisive battle that had been avoided suddenly came at this unexpected special moment.

However, the pursuing Ottomans were met with fierce resistance from the Balkan flank, with the Pisans stubbornly holding on to the Balkan flank, while the Agri phalanx advanced from their other flank as the Balkans retreated.

Then they began to turn and attack an Ottoman army that had completely exposed its flanks because it was getting closer.

And the entire coalition front, centered on the three regiments that formed a trapezoidal progression, kept retreating under the onslaught of the Ottomans.

"Maybe nothing happened to the Sultan......"

Listening to the report from the front, Ladislas II began to get nervous, he walked back and forth a few steps, suddenly shook the scepter in his hand and angrily shouted to Alexander who was standing aside, "We may have been fooled, look outside, count outside!" The Ottomans did not panic, they were attacking! ”

Alexander frowned, he was also surprised by the unexpected situation of the battle, and he was indeed surprised that the Ottomans had not become confused, but it was unlikely that something had happened in the Ottoman camp to lure the enemy.

Alexander believed that Bayezid II could not have ventured into a conspiracy to lure his enemies to his death, because in this day and age, a rumor can often lead to an accident.

Moreover, in a country like the Ottomans, where all authority was in the hands of the Sultan alone, it may seem that the entire empire was impregnable, but the slightest mistake in the safety of the Sultan could lead to great upheaval.

So it was impossible for Bayezid II to take the great risk that his army would be thrown into disarray.

"Something must have happened to the Sultan."

Alexander retorted to the king in an unquestioning tone, he saw Ladislas II's blue face, but at this time he didn't care about the king's emotions, and walked to the city wall to look at the battlefield below the smoke of gunpowder, Alexander quickly wondered what was going on on the side of the Ottomans.

"Are these Ottomans crazy?"

A nobleman suddenly shouted, which caught Alexander's attention, and he looked in the direction the man was pointing and saw in the distance several Ottoman armies rushing towards the battle line.

They may seem to be brave, but if you look closely, you can see that the Ottoman armies were not only following a chaotic route, but they also seemed to have no cooperation with each other.

"They were fighting for credit," Alexander saw the subtlety, or rather for power. ”

"What rights are you fighting for?" Someone next to him asked suspiciously.

"Bringing rights for the revenge of the Sultan."

Alexander's words made the faces of the people next to him show excitement, and they already understood the meaning behind these words.

If an accident really happens to the Sultan, then whoever can avenge the Sultan will have more say in the future, and a minister with such power must be cautious even if it is the new Sultan in the future.

Just as Alexander the Great had just died and the generals quarreled and even clashed over his body, what they cared about was not the remains of the monarch, but the identity of the protector of the emperor's body.

"So, is it really possible that the Sultan is dead?" Someone asked excitedly, even now they still think that this seems impossible.

"It's easy to know," Alexander looked back at the king, and as he watched, everyone looked at Ladislas II, "Your Majesty, it's time for you to go to battle." ”

The muscles on the king's face trembled slightly, I don't know whether it was fear or excitement, and at this moment Ladislas II felt his body tremble slightly.

"Decisive battle."

Someone said in a low voice.

"Decisive battle."

Someone responded immediately.

"Decisive Battle~"

"Decisive battle!"

More and more people joined in, and the eyes of the Balkans became hot and excited, and everyone looked at Ladislas II.

When the king nodded slightly, there was an instant burst of cheers on the city walls.

"Busako, I want you to do something." Alexander suddenly whispered to Busako next to him, "Go and bring Sophia, I want you to personally lead the huntsmen to protect her." ”

Busako realized something and immediately nodded and left.

"Decisive battle."

Alexander muttered to himself as he looked back at the concave gap in the battle line outside that had formed as Montina's army retreated, and Alexander raised his hand in that direction.

"There, that's the key to everything."

Outside the city of Dembvica, an Ottoman army slowly retreated, and at the end of the line, a veteran Ottoman with a wrinkled face looked gloomily at the seemingly crumbling wall, which would collapse with just one more push, and let out a soft sigh.

"Bucharest, this is not an auspicious place," said a hint of frustration and chagrin on the veteran's swarthy face, who remembered very well that it was here that Muhammad the Conqueror suffered a rare defeat in his life.

However, despite Muhammad's defeat, the foundations of the empire were shaken, but now the veterans did not know what they would face next.

The defenders of Dembvica were also apparently aware of the Ottomans' unusual behavior, and they began to send small groups of men out of the city to test the city, and when they found that the Ottomans were indeed retreating, the city of Dembvica, which was already about to collapse, resounded with earth-shattering cheers.

The defenders of Dembvica were dispatched.

It is not known what exactly happened, but the sudden retreat of the Ottomans is in itself an indication of an unexpected and probably very unfavorable situation for the Ottomans.

Otherwise, the Ottomans would not have given up this opportunity.

At the same time as Dembvica sent troops, in Bucharest, flags were raised.

The Angelic Banner of Bucharest, the White Cross of Bohemia, the Hungarian Shield, and the banners of the Balkan nobles with various patterns fluttered in front of the military formations outside the city.

The neighing of horses was heard, and people looked around, and a group of cavalrymen in peculiar red military uniforms caught their attention.

In the sunlight, the bust of the cuirass was fastened to the body by the huge brass buttons that glittered with the red uniform, and as the mounts ran, the short capes swaying behind them, the hunters ran along the coalition line towards the center.

A banner appeared, the coat of arms of the Palaiologos, the last dynasty of the Eastern Roman Empire, fluttering in the wind, under the banner, Sophia was covered in armor, flannel stub trimmed with snow-white mink trim draped diagonally over her shoulders, and a crown of huge sapphires glittered above her head, making her look more majestic than she had ever been.

Behind her, the Knight of Djilas held a scepter wrapped in gold leaf with an axe at the top.

Everyone knows that it was the Emperor's Scepter, which meant the symbol of the supreme power of the Eastern Roman Empire.

Although the true Emperor's Scepter was no longer in sight at the time of the fall of Constantinople, the axe and fluttering banner that heralded the supreme power of Rome accompanied Sophia's mount came one after another with a wave of cheers.

"Rome! Rome! ”

The Greeks roared loudly, and they kept beating their weapons against their armor, the scales in their saddles, and the shields in their hands, and everything else that made noise, and when Sophia passed by and raised her arms to them in response, the Greeks responded with cheers and shrill whistles.

Sophia's face flushed, fine beads of sweat condensed on her smooth and shiny forehead, and a soft purk of unknown meaning came from her throat, which was squirming with excitement.

Ladislas II looked at Sophia running along the line with a heavy expression, and when he saw the girl enjoying the cheers, he couldn't help but feel indescribably complicated at this time.

From the first time he saw Nashan appear at the Prague court with this wild gypsy girl, to the Greek princess in front of the army, Ladislas II knew that he had created this miracle, but now he looked at Sophia, but there was an indescribable strangeness when he looked at Sophia.

Sophia came to the king, shook the slanted shoulder with great force, touched her shoulder with her hand, and then swung forward in a Roman military salute, as Alexander had taught her before.

This action caused the Balkan knights around them to shout excitedly, and even the nobles with indifferent expressions couldn't help but be moved.

Since the fall of Constantinople, the shadow of the Ottoman Empire has always hung over the European continent, and many people have even despaired in the face of a powerful Ottoman army.

And now, a possible opportunity has presented itself.

Following Sophia, Djilas raised the scepter horizontally above his head, and then roared with all his might: "The last blood of Valleorio, the Romans and the Romans, and the only legitimate heir of all the territories that have Rome as their suzerain, Sofia Alessandra Valleologo, princess of Greece!" ”

"Greek princess!"

The ranks erupted in earth-shattering shouts, and swords and sabers pointed to the sky.

As Sophia received the eagle flag from the flag bearer behind her, the horse galloped along the line, and flags embroidered with various coats of arms rushed out of their respective ranks to join the ranks of the flags led by the eagle flag.

For a time, the banner in front of the coalition army covered the sun, and the shout shook the sky!

The sun was shining in the sky, and on the earth under the blue sky, Sophia's youthful and energetic figure swept in front of the coalition forces like a vigorous and graceful hind, the crown of hair on her head shone brightly, the beads of sweat splashed across her cheeks flushed with excitement, and her healthy chestnut skin was covered with a layer of radiant luster.

Sophia at this moment has fascinated countless people.

"The princess of Greece."

In the middle of the procession, Alexander muttered, he looked up at the glare of the sun overhead, and then into the distance.

In the distance, red crescent flags spread across the land, and Ottoman troops gathered under the banners.

However, if you look closely, you can see that there is a clear gap between the Ottoman troops, which makes the entire Ottoman army look as if it has been divided into pieces, and it is even more obvious that if you look closely, you can see that the most elite guards of the Ottoman army are concentrated in front of a barracks further away.

The Guards had surrounded the barracks tightly, and although they were behind the main army, they had already formed into battle formations, ready to engage the enemy in the vicinity.

Alexander slowly led his horse forward, and he saw that Sophia's figure had turned back from the end of the formation, and the whole flag team was moving across the ground like a swirling torrent.

"Is there really going to be a fight?" Alexander whispered in a voice that no one else could hear, then he groaned slightly, and suddenly his feet clamped his horse's belly hard, and with a neigh, Pagasus sprang forward, his hooves kicking hard towards the open space in front of the two armies.

There was an unexpected shout in the coalition formation behind, and the people watched in astonishment as Alexander rode forward alone, and when he finally reined in his horse in the open space between the two armies, and stopped to look forward, the eyes of tens of thousands of people were cast on him at the same time.

Alexander stroked Pagasus's mane with his hand, and he could feel that Pagasus seemed to be very excited by the crowd, and his feet kept jumping and trembling, and from time to time he let out a hissing sound, as if to provoke the Ottoman cavalry army on the opposite side, which could not see the end.

The sound of horses' hooves came from behind the side, mixed with a flurry of uneasy cries.

Alexander looked back and saw Sophia rushing towards him from the middle of the group, and behind her, a group of Greek knights, led by the knights of Djilas, were nervously chasing after her, and they kept shouting to Sophia in front of her, trying to dissuade her.

Alexander smiled, he didn't blame Sophia for her willfulness, but when she came to her side, he reached out and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.

"Sofia, remember Sicily?" Alexander asked calmly.

Sophia nodded, then reached out and made a gesture that only the two of them could understand.

"I promised you that one day when we return to Sicily, I will give you a noble status that all men look up to and admire," said Alexander, leaning forward slightly, and whispered in Sophia's ear, "I will fulfill this promise, Sofia, and Sicily will one day be your home." ”

Sophia tilted her head slightly, her eyes first showed a little confusion, and then her big eyes bent into two crescent moons with a smile.

But when she was about to make another gesture to Alexander, Sophia was stunned for a moment as her gaze fell into the distance, then she raised her hand and pointed ahead, giving Alexander a low "ah" shout.

Alexander looked back in the direction of Sophia's finger, and several figures slowly approaching from the Ottoman army came into his view.

"We'll see." Alexander motioned slightly to Sophia, asked her to lean back a little, looked at the Ottomans who were getting closer and closer, he turned back slightly, clenched his saber behind him, stared at the Knight of Gillas, and said, "Go back and tell the king to get ready, maybe there will be a result soon." ”

"But what are you going to prepare?" Djilas was about to turn his horse's head when he stopped and gasped and asked, "Are we going to attack?" ”

"Maybe, not anymore." Looking at the Ottomans, who were already close enough to see their faces, Alexander shook his head slowly.

The Ottomans stopped at a distance from Alexander's horses, and then a dark-skinned nobleman with eagle-like eyes slowly walked out of the procession.

The Ottoman was no longer young, and a few strands of gray hair fluttered in the wind under a round helmet inlaid with iron plates.

"I am Hami Resal Plomsh, the Sultan's Sakha and Grand Governor of the Palace," the Ottoman man's voice was slightly hoarse, but his eyes were sharp, and as he spoke, he kept his eyes fixed on Alexander's eyes, probing the young man's every move, "If I am not mistaken, you should be the Count of Montina." ”

Alexander's heart skipped a beat, and he could not help but admit that neither he nor any of the allied men were far inferior to the Ottomans in their knowledge of the enemy.

But for the person in front of him, he knew.

In addition to being the Sultan's royal camp Sakha and the Grand Governor of the Imperial Palace, Hami Resal Plomsh also had a more important and special position.

The most powerful eunuch in the Ottoman imperial palace was the Sultan's Keeper of the Seals.

But what really cared about Alexander was not the eunuch's current prominence, but what he was going to do in the future.

The historical Hami Ressar Plomsh was the executioner of Ahmed, the son of Bayeset II.

At the same time, he was also the only person who remained with Bayezet II when he died.

Looking at this eunuch, Alexander groaned for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Tell me, is the Sultan dead?" ”