The bonfire was lit, and the smell of barbecue wafted out with the breeze.

In the forward position on the left flank, 8,000 Wallachian soldiers were shouting, and 200 meters away, tens of thousands of Ottomans were leisurely eating barbecue.

Tsepes is well versed in history and has a lot of stratagem and knowledge, but he does not play any role in the current head-to-head battle.

There are more people than you, the combat effectiveness is stronger than you, and the attack is carried out step by step, without revealing the slightest flaw, and it is enough to rely on the strength to push it through.

The Ottomans could relax, but they couldn't, and once the tight strings were loosened, they would be instantly routed by the enemy.

At lunchtime, the soldiers took turns nibbling dry bread, the kind that could be used as weapons, which had to be dipped in cold boiled water.

The soldiers' fighting spirit, inspired by Tsepes, disappeared as they swallowed it.

Thankfully, there were also hermits, who worked as clergy to instill in the soldiers how good heaven was.

As long as they give all their strength and even their lives in the war against the infidels, they will find peace in a wonderful paradise.

……

The coalition mountain fortress, several messengers, breaking through the Ottoman blockade, galloped on fast horses.

The messenger came from the frontier fortress with a letter from Skanderbeg to Janos Hunyadi.

The content was simple, asking Janos Hunyadi if there were any plans to organize troops to rescue the forward fortresses of the left flank.

The content was written very politely, but in fact, Skanderbeg had already slapped the table angrily.

If it weren't for the heavy responsibility of defense, he would definitely go to the mountain fortress himself, point to Arnos's nose, and question him what was going on.

In aristocratic circles, power struggles are commonplace, but it is really irritating that the great enemy is still doing this.

The messenger handed the letter, sealed in fire paint, to Arnos, and waited for the hero's reply.

Janos Hunyati repeatedly had a few hairs left, and said very calmly:

"The Ottomans divided 40,000 troops to attack the forward fortress on the left flank, and the remaining tens of thousands were deployed in other strategic points to wait for the opportunity.

We must be cautious and cautious in any of our mobilizations, otherwise it will cause even greater losses and even a situation of rout on all fronts.

As the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, I must be responsible for all the soldiers, and until the details of the Ottomans' movements are known, no risky moves are allowed in the mountain fortresses, forward fortresses, and forward positions on the right flank. ”

The truth is eloquent, making people sound as if His Excellency the Great Prince has made the most correct choice in the face of difficulties.

Subsequently, Janos Hunyadi replied in writing, which was much the same as what he had said before.

He was very worried about his Wallachian brothers, but for the sake of the other brothers, he could only endure his grief and make difficult decisions.

The messenger returned to the forward position to resume his life, and in order to break through the blockade of the Ottoman patrol cavalry, a few more people must have died.

……

On the left flank, Tsepeš knew long ago that the battle was destined to be isolated.

In his plan, losing half or more of his troops and safely breaking out of the enemy's encirclement was already the best result.

There is no way, a doomed battle, even if all the famous generals from ancient and modern China and foreign countries are invited, it will not help the result.

The Ottoman servant army is cannon fodder, and these Wallachian vassals in front of them are conscripts.

As for the current situation, Cepes has expected it, and naturally has a plan.

At the beginning of his stay at the forward fortress on the left flank, he asked the Marquis de Yo and the Earl of Clark to dig cisterns and manure pits on both sides of the camp.

On the surface, this is true, but secretly, there is a team of people digging an escape route.

Before attacking, the Ottomans will definitely find out the layout of the position, and the large pits on the left and right sides have become the best cover.

The escape route is not long, about 150 meters in appearance, pointing in the direction of a low mountain.

Once you escape, immediately go to the low mountain, where you can hide the horses and reception personnel in a hidden position, so that important people such as Cepes can calmly evacuate.

It was disgraceful for a commander to leave his soldiers behind and flee, but it was nothing compared to his own life.

The dead souls are not to blame for Tsepes, and if you want to ask for your life, go to the Ottomans and Janos Hunyati.

Helpless situation, make a helpless choice, although the result is doomed, but the process, Cepes has to do wonderful.

The Wallachians could not die in vain, the Ottomans had to pay the price, and a few thousand servant troops were far from enough.

……

In the Ottoman encirclement, a slightly chubby guy, was munching on barbecue. The same is true of the other high-ranking generals around.

Kubanlu was the only one who did not eat with a gloomy face, and he had fought with Tepes, and understood the cunning of this enemy.

"We should attack as soon as possible, instead of sitting here and enjoying lunch, did you do that, Lord Sultan!?"

Kubanlu endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't hold back, of course, his purpose was to take revenge as soon as possible, and it had little to do with the so-called wisdom.

"Shut up."

The commander spat out only two words and continued to eat meat, ignoring the angry Kubanlu at all, even this guy, who was appointed by Murad II, as the deputy of the Great Army.

The power struggle, or the damn power struggle, not only humans, but any animal race, can't avoid these damn four words.

Finally, the Ottomans' lunch was over, but fortunately they were not in the habit of taking a nap, tens of thousands of troops moved into action, and the offensive began.

As ever, the Rangers went first, and at the end of each war, these civilians who robbed on horseback were second only to the Servants.

However, they enjoyed it, because with each war, their wealth would multiply.

The fiefdom cavalry had the output of the fief, and it was an obligation to fight for the Sultan, and they hardly shared the spoils.

The Sultan's own soldiers, with a peculiar pride, and a lot of trophies are not visible, so that in the end, the Ranger troops can harvest a lot of 'rags'.

Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men, thousands of guys who want money and don't want to die, riding fast horses with red eyes, rushing to the forward position of the left flank.

The defensive line has basically been cleared, and only the last trench remains, but the giant horse piles on the trench communication road have been cleared.

The passage is not wide, only two horses can walk side by side, the Ottoman rangers are skilled in equestrianism, and they are more than 30 meters away from the passage, and they begin to take the initiative to change formations, and there will never be a 'traffic accident' due to road congestion.

"Archer, shoot!"

The distance between the two sides was shortened, and the advantage of the Ottoman bow and arrow was ignored, and with a loud roar, group after group of archers poked their heads out in an orderly manner to release arrows.

The arrows with iron heads instantly pierced through the hard leather armor of the Ottoman rangers, and blood flowed out of the gaps between the flesh and skin like a trickle.

Sitting down on the war horse, he didn't know that his master's life was passing, and he still charged forward desperately.