Bonara village, less than a kilometer from Bucharest.

The night was dark, and two sleepy sentinels, fighting their spirits, stared in the direction where Bucharest was.

Suddenly, a red light rose up, and from a distance, it looked like a fiery red dragon, lying across the earth.

The two sentinels, instantly sleepless, one continued to pay attention to the direction of Bucharest, and the other hurried to report the news.

In a small, dimly lit adobe house, Zartya thought about the military fortress, half-asleep.

The heavy footsteps of the sentry were enough to wake him up, and he sat up from his bed before he could be reported.

"On fire?" Zartya asked.

"There was a fire, and half of the sky was red!" The sentry replied excitedly.

Both of them, and even all the soldiers stationed in the village, understood what that meant.

When the fortress catches fire and the trap that traps the Ottomans is triggered, all they have to do is to rush over immediately and complete the sweeping work as appropriate.

The quiet small village quickly woke up, and more than two hundred Swiss mercenaries gathered at the entrance of the village.

Zaltya and Tyron Marshall stood opposite the mercenaries, the two of them, Zartya was in charge of coordination, and Marshall was in charge of operations.

"Klayin, you mount your horse and investigate the situation to see if there are any Ottomans outside the fortress."

Zartya gave the order, they only had two hundred people, and it was impossible to rashly expose them without knowing the enemy's situation.

Klayning is twenty-three years old, not very old, but he has been a mercenary for five years.

After a brief encounter, Zartya could be sure that the young man was in good hands.

Kleinin mounted his horse and hurried to the Bucharest military fortress, and when he was less than two hundred meters away, he grabbed the reins and tied his horse to a tree.

Then, through the darkness of the night, he quietly approached the fortress, and the miserable screams coming from the fortress could already be heard clearly.

There was fire and screams, and if there were still Ottomans around, I am afraid they would have come to me long ago.

As a result, at the entrance to the fortress, there were only raging flames and several corpses that had died tragically.

One of the guys, half of his body was charred, but he didn't have his breath yet, lying on the ground and convulsing.

It was certain that all the Ottomans had fallen into the trap, and Klainin hurried back to the village to report the news.

"Good! Let's clean up the battlefield! ”

Marshall yelled, pulled out the mace at his waist, and led his team straight to the Bucharest military fortress.

……

"General! We've fallen into a trap! ”

"Ahh Help me! ”

Inside the fortress, the Ottomans, who were struck by Greek fire, were scurrying around with their heads blazing with flames on their bodies.

As a direct result, more and more people are being burned.

Not to mention horses with fire, they spread fire in agony before they were burned to death.

Of the 3,800 fiefdom cavalry and retinue, about a third of them were consumed by the flames, either directly or indirectly.

General Chaka, who came back to his senses at this time, shouted in the loudest voice at the top of his voice:

"Kill! Kill the scurrying men and horses! ”

The strong man broke his wrist and scraped his bones to cure the poison, and General Chaka was decisive enough.

The Ottoman soldiers, without hesitation, stopped the flames and continued to spread among the crowd.

However, where they were, there were fire-starters everywhere, and with each passing second, the temperature of the air was rising.

The human body is very magical, it can regulate its body temperature by itself, and the limit state can be carried at a room temperature of 116 degrees for more than ten minutes.

The temperature of the air inside the fortress is rapidly approaching the death line, and the scorching air makes people breathless.

It was only a matter of time before the trapped Ottomans were like ants on a hot pan, roasted into fragrant jerky.

"Ahem, ahem...... Go to the exit, all go to the exit! ”

General Chaka coughed violently, and was driven by a strong desire to survive, and he wanted to organize his soldiers to escape from the fire.

Enduring the scorching heat and smoke, the remaining Ottoman soldiers, in a haphazard manner, looked for a way out in the sea of fire.

However, since it is a trap, how can it be possible to let the prey escape easily.

The entire area, locked in by flames, and connected to the rest of the world, was all heavily fed.

More than 2,000 people, slamming into each other for two minutes, failed to find a breakthrough, and if they wanted to escape, they had to pass through a flame passage at least ten meters long.

"General! The exit is sealed by flames! ”

"There's no way!"

The shouts came one after another, and the feelings of despair took root in the hearts of the Ottomans.

It has to be said that General Chaka was calm and calm, and after a short period of thought, he gave a new order.

"Drive all the horses to the exit, kill the horses and bleed, and use the horse's blood to extinguish the fire at the exit!"

The desperate soldiers, seeing hope in an instant, one horse after another, were taken to the exit blocked by fire.

The carotid artery of the war horse was ruthlessly severed, and blood and flame fused together perfectly.

However, the Greek fire, also known as the fire of the sea in Rome, is most characterized by its ability to burn in water.

The first moment the blood rushed into the flames, it did have some effect, but soon, the blood was evaporated, and the flames regained the upper hand with their heads held high.

Dozens of war horses were killed, and the flames, without retreating even a centimeter.

"No, General!"

"General! Ride your horse and rush out! Maybe survive. ”

At the moment of life and death, the soldiers did not wait for General Chaka's order, and when they heard the proposal, some people immediately galloped towards the exit.

Horses, even war horses, have a natural fear of fire.

A moment before rushing into the sea of fire, several horses neighed and raised their front hooves, stopping the momentum with all their might.

Of course, this was not a big problem, and immediately someone shouted:

"Put a blindfold on the horse!"

In those days, the eye mask was not meant to serve human sleep, its only role was to help horses overcome their fears.

Soldiers and horses have a common mind, as long as they wear blindfolds, even if they feel the burning of the flames, out of trust in their masters, they will charge forward.

The first horse, rushing into the tunnel of flames, was immediately scorched by the scorched skin.

Immediately the soldier suffered burns on both legs, and the rest of his body, although it was also extremely painful, was able to endure it for the time being.

The horse's endurance far exceeds that of humans, and the war horse endures severe pain, like a monster with fire, rushing out of the fire with its owner.

At that moment, the war horse fell to the ground and suffered severe burns, making it impossible to stand up again.

The Ottoman soldiers, slowly getting up, breathed in the cold and humid air, and rejoiced in the rest of their lives.

After a few seconds, he drew his dagger and wrapped his arms around the horse's neck to end its pain.

This is not cruel, but very humane, and it is merciful to let a life endure less suffering.

The soldier who licked the blood with the knife knew this better, and in the next second, a feathered arrow was shot into the throat of the Ottoman soldier.

The Swiss mercenaries who were waiting outside the fortress saw that the Ottomans were also wounded, otherwise they would see that he would continue to suffer, and decided to show mercy.

The Ottomans tried their best to break through the fire, and they could overcome the flames, but they could not defeat the elaborate arrangement of Tepes.

Invaders, since they are here, let them stay forever......