In the palace of Curteau, in the chambers of the Grand Duke, Tsepes, who was half-asleep and half-awake, faintly heard someone crying in his ears.

In the middle of the night, the bedroom is fully enclosed, which seems to be a horror story.

After a few seconds of reaction, Cepes's hair suddenly rose and a cold sweat broke out.

His body tensed, but he didn't dare to make much movement, carefully tilting his head slightly, half-squinting his eyes, looking at the location where the cry came from.

By the bright moonlight, he could see everything in the room clearly, and the next moment, he sat up from the bed with a curse.

"Damn! Stimulated by something, I came to my room in the middle of the night to cry my nose. ”

There are no female ghosts, no killers, just a Mirsa who has overdosed.

This guy wanted to get an answer from Elansol, but it turned out to be even more confused.

He broke free from his hallucinations, ignored the Elansol and the 'Joker' around him, and rushed to the Palace of Curtea as if he had been evil.

There is no reason, there is no purpose, a sad person, under the influence of drugs, makes an instinctive reaction.

It's like when people get drunk, they like to go to friends to talk about their troubles.

And Mirsa, there is only one friend, Cepes.

However, after running all the way, the drug was partially metabolized, and he regained some of his senses.

So when he entered the dormitory, he did not wake Cepes, but curled up in the corner and wept silently until he woke Cepes.

"I'm leaving."

Hearing Tsepes's voice, Mirsa, who was more sober, wiped his snot and tears with his sleeve, and walked to the window with three words.

"Wait, let's talk.

The middle of the night piqued my curiosity, and you don't want to leave. ”

Tsepeš was completely sleepy, but Mirsa replied in a nuggling voice:

"Don't talk, I'm not in the mood."

"Fart! Hurry up and tell me if I was dumped by my good friend when I cried my nose in the middle of the night. ”

"Nonsense!"

"Otherwise, which man got drunk and then ...... Hey, hey, hey......"

"Get out!"

Under Tsepesh's teasing, Mirsa was furious, but he felt that his mood seemed to be a little better.

Knowing that the bickering is not Tsepesh's opponent, he can only say seriously:

"My mind is very messy, and when I figure it out, I'll tell you everything.

It's almost dawn, and I'm going to rush back to Silent Hill so that no one else can notice the anomaly. ”

As she spoke, the window was pushed open, and Mirsa leaped out of the room.

Tsepes hurriedly chased after him, leaned on the window and shouted in a low voice:

"Good news for you, in the last few days, to eradicate the cancer of Flea Street, be more patient, things will always get better."

Mirsa turned around, gave her trademark smirk at Tepes, and disappeared into the shadows.

Friend, I don't know what happened to you, but good luck.

Tsepes said a word in his heart, did not continue to rest, and began the day's work.

……

In the city defense barracks in the south of the city, bunches of torches shine the school field like daylight.

One hundred and sixty-five soldiers, shouted out of their beds, came to the school yard to wait for the review.

They are the first batch of trainers selected by Zaltya.

At the moment, the training is stranded, and they will take on new tasks.

Tsepes rode a black horse and came to the crowd, and there were two wagons parked next to him.

The trucks were filled with brand-new woolen uniforms, each of which was carefully sewn by the Basarab family tailors.

"After changing clothes and having breakfast, everyone went to the designated villages and towns.

You are no longer training officers, but conscription officers, responsible for bringing conscripts to Bucharest.

On the way, try to do some basic training, and you are responsible for your own soldiers. ”

Without exaggeration, Cepes made the arrangement simple and straightforward.

Although the plan has changed, his goal has not changed, and these soldiers in front of him will become the first batch of grassroots officers.

Tsepeš did not stay long, and rode his horse away from the school grounds, leaving attendants behind to distribute the uniforms.

The style of the military uniform is in line with the aesthetics of this era, and the neckline, cuffs, waist, and trouser legs are all tight-fitting designs.

Of course, the military uniform is made like this, not to pursue trends, but to effectively prevent mosquito bites.

In spring and summer, ticks are quite rampant, and where they are bitten, they have to dig up a piece of meat, otherwise they will be worried about their lives.

Marching and camping in the wilderness, tight-fitting military uniforms can effectively reduce the trouble caused by ticks.

One hundred and sixty-five grassroots officers changed into new dark blue uniforms, and there was a fire burning in everyone's heart.

Early in the morning, they left Targoviste and rode fast horses to the designated villages and towns.

At the same time, all the subordinate officials in the direct territory are also busy.

In every town and village, a notice was posted to tell every Wallachian about the impending war.

Along with the notice, there was also a conscription order from the Grand Duke.

Each yeoman farmer family, depending on the size of the family, sends at least one adult male to report to the recruiter.

Workshop owners, merchants, and craftsmen may donate money and materials to offset their military obligations.

It is also possible to pay mercenaries to serve themselves, which are allowed by law.

As for the serfs, they had no citizenship, did not have military obligations, were not in the ranks of conscripts.

Of course, this does not mean that serfs can get out of the way.

They had to work as servants, laborers, build defenses, transport supplies, and much more to do.

In order to ensure stability in the rear, Cepes did not break the convention, everything came according to the old rules.

Over the years, the hatred accumulated with the Ottomans made the recruitment work go very smoothly.

In one week, 11,000 soldiers were recruited in the direct territory, plus 10,000 miscellaneous servants.

Led by a conscription officer, they traveled to Bucharest, where they were able to receive more or less military training along the way.

Any slight improvement increases their chances of survival on the battlefield.

The state apparatus is running at high speed, and personnel and materials are concentrated in Bucharest.

However, the information was impossible to hide from the Ottomans.

Fort Nicopolis, also known as Nicopolis, was the scene of a great battle more than fifty years ago.

The two warring sides were the Ottoman Empire, and the allied forces of Hungary, France, Venice and many other European countries. The number of participants in the war was as high as 400,000.

In the end, the Ottomans captured Fort Niko, annexed Bulgaria, and Fort Niko became a military center of the Ottoman Empire.

And Fort Niko, located less than five kilometers from the Wallachian border, and Bucharest, is only one hundred and twenty kilometers.

There is no doubt that this is the assembly place of the Ottoman army, and tens of thousands of troops are coming here.

In the quaint castle that has been through the war, more than a dozen Ottomans are deliberating, and the most popular one is a sixteen-year-old boy.

He was the governor of Manisa, the fourth son of Murad II and the future conqueror 'Fatih'.

Murad II, with his troops to the Kosovo region, confronted Janos.

The Wallachian battlefield, in the calculations of the Ottomans, would be the stage for Mehmed II.

However, whether to become the protagonist of worship or to become a villain with a tragic end, as long as Tsepes is present, the Ottomans do not count!