Under the gaze of many nobles, Cepes imitated Mirsa, baring his teeth and showing a silly smile.

Keeping a low profile and creating the image of a lucky silly boy is his ultimate goal.

The performance was in place, and some of the nobles showed disappointment, and some even had mockery on their expressions.

And Tepes simply ignored them, jumped off his horse and went straight to Janos Hunyati.

"Your Excellency, I am glad that I have not been dishonored, and ten thousand of Wallachia's best warriors are at your disposal!"

Little fox, pretend to be here, if I hadn't seen your fox tail, I might have been deceived.

Arnos sneered in his heart, but a kind smile appeared on his face, like a charitable elder looking at a junior.

He stretched out his hands and gave Tsepes a warm hug:

"On behalf of the coalition forces, I welcome the arrival of Wallachian warriors, believing that we will be able to defeat the infidels and spread the glory of God far!"

"Yes, there will be victory, but Your Excellency, can you take us to dinner first?"

Cepes knew that he couldn't deceive Yanos, so he didn't entangle with him, and directly carried out the image of a stupid boy to the end.

"Something I don't know."

"It's really a leopard from a small place."

When they came up, they had to eat, and they had no aristocratic temperament, and some arrogant guys had even more contemptuous attitudes.

They used the language of their respective countries to ridicule their friends, and although Tsepes could not understand it, he could hear the derogatory meaning in his tone.

The performance was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and Cepes was proud in his heart, but he wrinkled his brows and looked at those who whispered with fierce eyes.

Rude, irritable, and unseen in the world, after a performance, people have such a first impression of this young hero who fought against the Ottomans.

……

In the Ottoman servant barracks, Davar, with a vegetable-faced and thin-cheeked man, was sawing wood with a companion.

"Bastard! I only give so little food every day, but I keep making us work, I can't live this day! ”

The companion who worked together, with black hair and blue eyes, was a Greek.

He let go of the double saw and began to complain.

The expeditions of the Ottoman army, the cavalry and rangers of the feudal provinces, have always provided their own food, grass and ordnance.

And this time, the 40,000 defeated troops from Bulgaria lost a lot of supplies and had to occupy part of the supplies of the Sultan's own soldiers.

The fiefdom cavalry and rangers can barely maintain a normal supply, and the servant army that follows can only fend for themselves.

Fortunately, it was summer, and some food could be obtained from the wild, and more than 10,000 servants were not starved to death, and there would definitely be complaints.

Seeing that his companion stopped, Davar also let go of the double saw, flicked his wrist and said:

"Don't complain, the stone shooter will arrive next week, and we must hurry up and make the gun carriage."

Janos and Skanderbeg chose to hold on to the fortress, while the Ottomans wanted a quick victory.

At the beginning of July, Murad II ordered the transfer of artillery from Edirne.

Although the Ottomans did not yet have a large cannon of Urban, the existing giant stone cannons were enough to blast through the city walls against small walled cities such as forward fortresses.

The mood of the Greek servants, a little more stable, he smiled at Davar and said:

"You, you're always so optimistic, forget it, don't complain, when the artillery arrives, the war will be over."

Davar also put on a harmless smile and asked casually:

"Lopez, when exactly will the cannon arrive? You're well-informed, tell me about it. ”

Although they are all servant troops, there are also differences in status.

The Greeks, as the largest Ottoman minority, dominated the servant army, and the work of transporting the cannons from Edirne was also handled by the Greeks.

The Greek servant army named Lopez, without doubting Davar's intentions, replied casually:

"I've heard from my cousin who transports grain and grass that as long as it doesn't rain, the cannon will be delivered in about four or five days."

"I hope it doesn't rain, but the delivery team should find a route without muddy roads."

Davar continued to cliché, and his ability to fool people skyrocketed compared to the original immature teenager.

"The convoy came from the town of Kenlar to the west, which is a valley, and when it rains, it gets muddy and there is no way to make a detour."

Lopez was defenseless and told everything he knew.

Getting what he wanted, the simple country boy shook the two-handed saw again, and said while working hard:

"If I'm tired, just rest for a while, I'll just do my own work, finish it early, and end the war early."

"Davar, you're really my best friend, I'll find a way to get some food from my cousin, and we'll eat together when the time comes."

Lopez smiled happily, sat down under a big tree to rest, and drew a pie for the fool in front of him.

……

In the Kosovo frontier fortress, Skanderbeg ate roast rabbit meat and drank wine, and had no intention of going to the banquet at all.

Two nobles who had returned from the welcoming ceremony to change their guard walked past him.

"That stinky leopard, thinking that he was lucky to win two games, was proud that he didn't know how thick the sky was."

"That's it, his rude appearance, how like a nobleman, is simply a rude countryman."

Skanderbeg heard the conversation between the two, his expression changed slightly, and he stopped the person with a loud voice.

"Wait, tell me, what did that kid do?"

In the eyes of his subordinates, Skanderbeg was a god-like existence, and the two immediately stopped and told in detail what they had seen and heard.

This kid is smart enough to cover up the light on his body at the right time, otherwise he will be the first target of the Ottomans, it seems that I underestimated him before.

Skanderbeg and Janos Hunyadi are on the same level, and they see things differently, of course.

Looking at the essence through the phenomenon, he not only did not look down on Tsepesh, but improved the positioning in his heart.

In fact, in a way, the experiences of Skanderbeg and Tsepes are very similar, they both spent their childhood as hostages in the Ottomans.

It is possible that they will become real comrades-in-arms if they have more contact, but reality dooms them to this opportunity.

……

In the Prinne Mountain Fortress, Tsepes's cheeks were red and he looked slightly drunk.

"Your Excellency, I am willing to lead the soldiers, fight side by side with you, and garrison the mountain fortress!"

It looked drunk, but Tsepeš knew in his heart that the mountain fortress was the safest place.

With the help of the mountains, it was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the Ottomans would never dare to attack easily.

Moreover, there are mountain springs in the mountains, and the warehouse has sufficient reserves of grain and grass, so even if it is besieged, it will not run off water and food.

Tsepes pretended to be confused, and took the initiative to ask for help from Janos Hunya.

However, with the shrewdness of the hero, he will definitely not get his wish.