At the door of the stone house, Skanderbeg's men stopped Tsepes and Marzad, who were about to enter the door.

In the identity of Tepes, so as not to be tragically searched, he listened to the gatekeeper explain:

"Your Excellency, I believe that you will not have malicious intentions, but we are not worried about this person next to you, please forgive me."

The goalkeeper has experienced a hundred battles, and from all kinds of details, it can be seen that Marzad has extraordinary strength.

They would not allow a strange master to approach their leader easily, even if he had come with Tsepes.

"Marzad, you stay outside the door and listen to the movement inside."

The forward fortress is the territory of the Albanians, and Cepes wants to keep a low profile, so he makes arrangements according to the rules of the other party.

Walking into the stone house alone, I saw Davar sitting in front of the door, and got up from his seat excitedly.

Skanderbeg sat still in his seat, turned his head to look at Tsepes, and said with a little contempt:

"You may be seated, little friend."

In just one face, Cepes sensed Skanderbeg's unfriendliness.

He was displeased, so he simply ignored the old fellow and walked directly to Davar's side.

"I knew that you kid would be able to surprise me and tell me what important information I had gotten."

I haven't seen him for more than half a year, and from Davar's physical state at this time, it can be seen that he has been suffering a lot these days.

But Tsepes didn't talk about that, Davar infiltrated the enemy camp in order to realize his self-worth, and he needed praise, not booing.

Davar smiled shyly, and Cepes gave him a simple compliment, making him feel that everything he had done was worth it.

Then, he sorted out his thoughts and said:

"In three or four days, the Ottoman standing artillery will arrive in Kosovo, and I can find out the route of the convoy, and I can send elite troops to ambush in advance."

At this point, Davar turned his head and looked at Skanderbeg on the other side.

"It's okay, say it generously, you still need this old man to lead people to fight hard."

Leading an army deep behind enemy lines was an extremely dangerous job, and Tpeish did not want to pull hatred from the Ottomans anymore.

Without artillery support, the Ottomans did not dare to attack the forward and mountain fortresses easily, but it was no problem to hit the forward positions on his left flank.

Therefore, it is better to leave the hateful things to others to do, don't be this bird.

In response, Skanderbeg's previous arrogance, Tsepesh's words were unceremonious, and word for word entered Skanderbeg's ears.

The national hero of the Albanians, who behaved calmly, waited for Davar to tell the details as usual.

Several Albanian guards in the house all glared at Cepes, wanting to teach this young man a lesson.

However, without Skanderbeg's orders, they can only stare dryly, and there will be no actual action.

And Davar, at this time, continued:

"The convoy came from the town of Kenlar to the west, and two months ago I walked along that road with the other supplies.

Please give me a map and I'll try to draw the exact route and mark the empty areas where the Ottomans defended. ”

"Old man, do you hear me, hurry up and ask your men to bring the most detailed map."

After Davar finished speaking, Tsepes sat down directly on the wooden table and continued to provoke Skanderbeg.

'An impulsive boy who doesn't know the height of the sky will definitely not be sent on an important mission,' said Tsepes, provocatively.

And Skanderbeg, still calm, ordered his men behind him to bring the map in his room.

Rong Ma's life, coupled with the experience of being humiliated in Ottoman in his childhood, made this heroic figure unfazed for a long time.

Soon, someone spread the map in front of Davar and glared at Cepes at close range.

"Hey, you're an idiot, just take the map and don't take the carbon bar, how can you mark it on the map!"

responded very sarcastically, and made the popular person half dead just now, but there was no way to refute it, so he could only go to get something angrily.

The map is very important, it cannot be scribbled with a quill dipped in ink, and the traces of carbon stripes can be erased and can be modified and removed at any time.

Davar looked at the map, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and tried to find a location on it that corresponded to the route he remembered.

It took more than 20 minutes for a clear line to be marked, and on both sides of the line, many triangles were marked.

"Where there is a triangle, there are Ottomans patrolling, but I can't guarantee that where there is no triangle, it will be safe.

After all, I'm just a servant army, and I can only find a way to get information from the side. ”

Davar threw away the charcoals, he already understood what Tsepes meant, so he said this directly to Skanderbeg.

"The actions of the Ottomans can't hide from my eyes, I'm afraid that in the entire coalition camp, only I can lead troops to sneak attack behind enemy lines.

Two children, I don't deny your achievements, but you still have a lot to learn. ”

Skanderbeg doesn't quarrel with the 'little friend', and he doesn't brag about it, but just stating some kind of fact.

In that year, from the blood tax paid by the small Albanian lord, Skanderbeg grew all the way to become a general leading 5,000 Ottoman cavalry.

Needless to say, Skanderbeg knew the operation of the Ottoman army well.

According to Davar's sketches, he had clearly constructed the Ottomans' defense strategy in his mind.

Looking at this guy, in a confident state, Cepes gave this anti-Olympic veteran the respect he deserved.

"Your Excellency, the information has been fully revealed, and the rest of the work will be handed over to you, and I will leave with my friends."

Planning raids and other follow-ups, Tepes did not want to participate, he had a clear purpose in Kosovo, to preserve his strength and make a fool's errand.

He took Davar with him and intended to return to the forward position on the left flank, but Skanderbeg waved his hand and let his men block the way.

In an instant, Davar blocked Tsepes with his thin body, even though he knew that he was a scumbag with about zero combat power.

Skanderbeg looked at Davar, who was trembling but determined, with appreciative eyes, and he liked the little guy even more.

The impression of Cepes is as bad as ever, and even the original glimmer of expectation has completely disappeared.

"Kid, the message from your people, do you think it's appropriate for you not to be involved!?"

"I think it's very appropriate, you just said that only if you lead the army can you get things done."

Tsepes was deeply unhappy, and he realized that Skanderbeg would not let himself go.

"I admire this subordinate of yours, but no one can guarantee whether this is a trap deliberately laid by the Ottomans.

If you don't trust him, kill him now, and treat him as if you haven't received any information.

If you trust him, join me in leading people deep behind enemy lines and raiding Ottoman convoys. I promise, you'll be absolutely safe until I die. ”

Skanderbeg analyzed it and explained it very thoroughly, and Tsepes must be responsible for the information sent by Davar.

Then, he said in a mocking tone:

"Children, you can choose these two paths for yourself.

Be cautious and don't cry your nose because of regret when the time comes. ”

Bastard, knowing that I won't kill Davar, you have to come and pull me back.

Tsepes greeted Skanderbeg in his heart, and he led the whole game in the clash between young talents and established veterans, only to suffer a dark loss in the end and be dragged into the water.