Viscount Helva listened silently to Knight Molko's description.

A nobleman, a Catholic army from Rome.

The news aroused the interest of the viscount and his cronies.

However, unlike the others who immediately showed excitement, the viscount was cautious.

Asking for details again and again, the viscount seemed interested in the man and his army, but not trusting.

"Who are the soldiers of this Count of Montina?"

"I'm sorry, my lord, but I don't know about this," said Morko, a little embarrassed, "and I only heard about it by accident, because many people on the Bosnian side are saying it now, as if the news came from among the nobles. ”

Viscount Helva's expression moved, and he looked at the knight and motioned for him to sit down, and then asked, "Do you mean that the nobles of Northern Bosnia believe in this man?" ”

"Yes, some say that there seems to be a nobleman who has met the earl, and that the earl himself admits that he has come to fight the Ottomans."

Morko's words made the viscount fall into deep thought, and he asked Morko again what he was doing when he heard this and who told him, and when he was sure that it was indeed just an accidental message, he silently waved his hand to Morko that he could leave.

Despite the strange coming, the Moleco knight obediently walked out of the door, but what made him a little concerned was that the viscount had left Miss Aloxia behind.

When Morco returned to his little house, he saw his father staring at the campfire, holding a bottle in his hand and pouring it into his mouth, and the red light of the fire reflected his face red.

Seeing that his son was back, the old man handed over the wine bottle and watched his son gulp the wine as he did, and the old man smiled with satisfaction.

The old man stretched out his hand and patted his son's shoulder silently, and after pondering for a while, he said: "You can't do this, you must know that Miss Aloxia is the niece of the master, and our family has a low threshold and is not worthy of others." ”

Hearing his father's words, Morko's eyes were also fixed on the beating firelight, and he took a sullen sip of wine, and the spicy wine poured down his throat, as if he wanted to burn his body.

"It would be nice if there was a war, but may God give us a war so that I can get ahead and then I can propose to adults." Morco looked at his father and said with some excitement, "Now we can't do anything by hiding in this forest all day." ”

"It's not up to you, and fighting a war kills people," the old man looked at his son, "I don't want you to take such a big risk just to get ahead, even for Miss Aloxia, it's not worth it." ”

Morco shook his head silently and did not refute his father, he knew that of course his father cared about him, but thinking about Miss Alosia, and thinking about the people and things he had seen and heard about when he often went out, Morko's heart became restless.

It would be nice to see the count, at least to see what the Catholics from Rome were like.

Like most Croats, many people have never seen a Catholic from the Vatican or a Western country in their lives, so the Vatican seems unusually mysterious and lofty in their minds.

As for the Western aristocracy from Rome, many people thought of them as representatives of high moral character and strong faith, especially after Viscount Herva was driven out of Zagreb by the rioting Orthodox Christians.

"Maybe I'll figure it out the next time I'm out," Morco thought he could talk to his father about his plans, "and if I can help you find the earl, maybe he'll look at me differently." ”

Looking at his son's face full of hope, the old man's mouth moved, and finally endured the idea of opening his mouth to stop it.

The old man thought for a moment and said, "If you want to, do it, but be careful no matter what you do, no one knows if you will accidentally get into trouble for yourself these days." ”

Molco nodded at his father's advice, he knew that his father was for his good, and how many years of experience had made his father's vision more than he knew.

"Don't worry, Daddy, I'll be careful, but I don't know where the earl is now, and it's a little strange to say, I don't know where the rumors about the earl came from." Morco said with some confusion.

The rumors that made the Moleko knights strange were also making Alexander feel strange.

Montina's army, which entered Northern Bosnia from Caniola, had been in semi-seclusion, except for the more than 100 men disguised as mercenaries by Gompatina, and Alexander tried to keep his army hidden between Drana's territory and the border with Caniola.

It's not that Alexander doesn't want to attack, but waits for an opportunity.

The news brought by Gompati made Alexander very concerned, although the hijacking of the Ottoman minecart seemed ordinary, but Alexander knew that although the Bosnian mountain people were known for their toughness, they also had a very bad problem, that is, they were too unruly to control.

However, these mountain people are the best soldiers, but they are also the most difficult soldiers to command, but if you grasp these Balkan mountain people well, they can burst out with incredible power, and this only needs to think that even the invincible Mohammed II was defeated at the hands of these mountain people and almost lost his life, you can see how strong the Balkans are.

It's just that the people who hijacked the minecarts didn't sound like the scattered mountain people in the area, and those people were obviously prepared and acted quite carefully, which can be seen from the fact that they were able to carry so many minecarts and disappear without a trace at once.

Although the entire Balkans are full of mountains, the fact that such a large group of people and carts laden with ore have disappeared into thin air cannot but make people admire the thoughtful and well-planned nature of these people.

What made Alexander pay more attention was another rumor about him that spread along with the incident.

The count and his army from the West sound like a crusade, and just a few decades ago, the original Hungarian king had an economic expedition against the Ottomans, so even now that it has become the Ottoman Empire's offensive against Europe, there are still people who want to believe such rumors.

It's just that Alexander didn't want to die thinking of his trip as some kind of crusade, but even had the idea of grabbing and running away from the beginning, and it was because of him that he had been careful not to make rash moves, so how did the news about him get out?

Thinking about it, Alexander felt that he should have been sold, but he was not sure who the person who sold him was.

Obviously, Archduke Karl has the biggest suspicion, although he hopes that Alexander will relieve him of the pressure from the Ottomans, but who knows if he has some other ghost ideas after this, as for Princess Caniola he hasn't paid much attention to, but the old woman is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

While Alexander was pondering this, Sackler in Siye City was already preparing for the second batch of ore escorts, and this time Sackler no longer dared to take lightly and only sent a dozen escort teams, but decided to send heavy troops to protect along the way.

There really can't be any more accidents with the minecart, and Sackler knows that there is no room for error.

The advance of the Sudanese army had already reached Sarajevo, which was a little slower than expected, but because of this, Sackler was keenly aware that the Sudanese's expedition was somewhat different from the previous ones.

In the past, the Ottoman army marched very quickly, especially the Sipashi light cavalry, which was often the leader of the army, and these Ottoman cavalry, who relied on military merit to fight for their own land and inheritance, often invaded the enemy's territory first as the vanguard of the war, and then the famous Ottoman guards and vassal armies under the command of the Sultan himself.

The speed of the Sipahi light cavalry is often very fast, judging from the expedition that Bayezid began to prepare in November last year, the Ottoman army of nearly 80,000 people from Greece should have arrived in Sarajevo half a month ago, at least those Sipahi light cavalry should have arrived.

But it had been so long before the advance of the Sultan's army had appeared in Sarajevo, which was a terrifying figure for an army that consumed huge supplies every day.

With the wisdom of the Bayezid Sultan, it was impossible for him not to see that the delay would not be beneficial to the expedition, but the Sultan still insisted on marching at a slow pace, which made Sackler secretly wonder about the Sultan's intentions, and after listening to some rumors, Sackler realized that the Sultan's expedition was not just to destroy the Greek nobles in Belgrade who were trying to gather a rebellion.

The Sultan wants to take the opportunity to take all of Bosnia, and possibly even Croatia.

This was the only possibility that Sackler could think of, because there was no other explanation than that.

The march was slow, but he took the opportunity to comb his hair like a comb to clean up those areas that had been occupied before, but were still unstable, to ensure that the Sultan's army would not be hidden in the subsequent battles due to the instability of supplies and retreats, Bayezid II obviously deeply learned the painful lesson of his old son's defeat in the Balkans, and as soon as he came up, he was ready to take advantage of the expedition to Belgrade to completely solve the resistance in the Balkans.

Now that he had guessed the Sultan's intentions, Sackler felt that he could no longer let the anti-Ottoman elements on his territory continue to be arrogant, otherwise it was likely to arouse the Sultan's resentment and even disgust.

Sackler felt that he was doing well in the city of Siye, and he didn't want to change places, so he had to be careful.

With this in mind, Sackler found Gompati.

Sackler was not dissatisfied with this "mercenary leader", this person had a team that seemed to be very strong, and it should not be difficult to protect the mine convoy, and he did not have a good relationship with the local nobles of Siye City, at least I heard that his men had several conflicts with those nobles, which made Salek, who was always wary of the locals, more reassured.

"These are copper ores, and you should know how important they are," Sackler said to Gompati, "and they must be sent to Sarajevo, it's a bit of a difficult journey, but once you cross the Nausawa River, it's much smoother, so you have to be careful along the way." ”

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," Gompati said, looking at the cartloads of ore coming out of the high gang, "and I promise not to let them fall into the hands of anyone else." ”

"I'm relieved," said Sackler, looking at the mercenaries in the distance who were preparing to leave, and then at the locals scattered around in the distance, and then thought for a moment, and said to Gompati, "watch out for the Siya, some of them are likely to be in collusion with the rebels." ”

"Don't worry, I've been keeping an eye on them," Gompati said, looking at the Siyahs, "believe me, I hope they will trouble me." ”

"Don't take it lightly," Sackler admonished, "the ore is the most important thing, it's hard work, and when you get to Sarajevo you can go to the big bathroom and relax, trust me you'll love that place." ”

Sackler said and looked at Gompati, who was all dirty, with a little disgust.

Gompati nodded impatiently, his eyes never left the minecarts, looking at the dark ore on them, Gompati's eyes flashed with a light called "greed".

Sackler admonished for a while, and as he watched the mercenary team escort the convoy away, he prayed silently in his heart before returning to his house.

Speaking of which, Sackler still had faith in Gompati's mercenaries, and the nobles of Siye City proved the strength of those mercenaries with their lives and injuries, although the Siyes wanted to trouble Gompati more than once, but the shrewd mercenary leader never went out alone after that, so he did not give the Siyes any chance.

The mercenaries don't have a good relationship with the Siya, which is what Sackler wants to see, especially at times like this.

Soon after leaving the city of Siye, the convoy entered the road leading to the south, and according to Sackler's orders, Gompati carefully sent scouts along the way early, and at the same time arranged his men according to the usual training steps.

"Keep your eyes open, Bosnians are outlaws."

If you just listen to him say this, people who don't know his details should take him for granted, and take him for a lackey of the Ottomans.

However, Gompati was not all acting, as the previous robbery of the mine convoy had shown him the ferocity of the Bosnians, and the hapless Ottomans were mostly unrecognizable when they were found, and some of them were almost reduced to pieces.

Gompati didn't want to be the target of someone else's attack in such a daze.

According to Alexander's plan, Gompati's task was to draw out the Bosnian resistance, and it was up to Alexander to do what he did.

Gompati's team was not fast, and he did it to give more time to the messengers of Alexander.

Despite the help of Drana, Alexander certainly can't compare to the locals who are as familiar with the mountains as his own home, so Gompati needs to buy Alexander more time.

However, the team must not go too slowly, at least the Ottomans who escorted the mine convoy with him will be dissatisfied, although Gompati has begun to have some itchy hands in the neck of the Ottoman, but he does not want the Ottoman's life until the Bosnians are drawn.

According to Gompati's orders, a few clever soldiers secretly stared at the horsemen in the convoy, although it was not certain whether any of them were secretly colluding with the previous group of mine robbers, but Gompati still told his men to be cautious, after all, compared to the Ottomans, they were more human and earthly here.

The first two days of the trip went well, but as he went deeper into the mountains, Gompati slowly noticed something unusual.

Originally, Gompati was deliberately slowing down, but this gradually changed after entering the mountains.

Some of the minecarts often went wrong as they walked, either because the axle of one of the cars suddenly got stuck, or the horse's belt suddenly broke, and the whole team had to slow down.

Gompati, who was already very vigilant, soon discovered the problem, and while secretly ordering his subordinates to strengthen their guard, he quietly allowed the coachmen to play tricks, and even once accidentally hit a coachman and broke the wheels and left in a hurry, he pretended not to see that it was not broken.

It was during this slightly eerie atmosphere that their convoy entered a precipitous mountainous area.

This is the western end of the Balkan Mountains, which stretches from Croatia to the Adriatic Sea, and a mountain region called Germece stretches south from here, connecting Bosnia and Croatia by several east-west roads.

The road into Mount Gelmezi was steep and narrow, which made it even more difficult for the mining convoy to make the journey difficult.

But Gompati noticed an interesting thing, that is, since entering the Golmezi Mountain, the coachmen seemed to be much more honest.

"I don't know if little Cacho's letter has arrived," Gompati whispered to himself as he was alone checking his weapons, knowing that the coachmen were not suddenly honest, but not far from the time to do it, "I don't know who it will be, but I hope it will be worth it." ”

There were some complaints, but looking at the convoy that had been stretching backwards, Gompati smiled.

Just look at how much copper is worth and what the Fuggers have done to get the Hungarian copper mines, and what they have done to monopolize the European copper market.

However, for Gompati, the value of copper was very simple, and all he saw was a powerful bronze cannon, and according to his opinion, it was somewhat uneconomical to get only such a small amount of copper ore with such painstaking efforts.

On the third day, the team entered a hilly area with complex terrain, and from the jungle where there was almost no end in sight, Gompati instinctively sensed danger.

While ordering the team to slow down, Gompati secretly ordered the soldiers to imperceptibly hold some key positions in the team as planned.

The Ottomans who were escorting the mine also seemed to sense the looming danger, and although they were not very willing to deal with the mercenary leader, seeing that the team had slowed down considerably, the Ottomans squeezed from the back of the group to find Gompati.

Unfortunately, because Cacho Jr. sent a letter to Alexander, Gompati apparently did not understand the Ottomans, and even the Ottomans kept yelling at him in Bosnian voice.

What the Ottomans, the coachmen, and Morko, who had sneaked into the convoy not far from the convoy, did not expect that Gompati's answer to the Ottomans was to suddenly swing and directly cut off the saber of his huge head!

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