Compared to the conscriptions of Wallachian vassals, the Ottomans' bows and arrows were much stronger in both quantity and quality.

The soldiers hiding in the trenches did not dare to take their heads lightly, and the archers in the distance had no choice but to take care of their own safety first.

Seizing the opportunity, the Ottoman servants quickly rushed up to clear the sawmill piles and fill in the trenches.

Occasionally, there will be people attacked, but the impact is not great, and the defense line that Cepes has carefully arranged is being eaten away little by little.

Half an hour later, the second trench was filled, and an hour later, the third trench was filled.

The spikes on the 'hedgehog's body were almost plucked out.

Seeing this, Tsepeš was heartbroken, and ordered Marzad beside him:

"Set them on fire, burn them."

Outside the innermost ditch, there was a pre-dug fire pool, and several hermits were in charge of the Greek fire, ready to be poured out.

Originally, he wanted to use this holy flame to burn more heretics, but now it seems that it can only be used against the Ottoman servants.

The order was swiftly given, dozens of sealed clay pots were shattered, and a viscous liquid slowly flowed along the predetermined route.

And the Ottoman servants, who were busy rushing forward with sacks, did not notice the change in the road at all.

By the time they smelled it, it was too late, and a flame exploded in the flowing liquid.

In an instant, the flames engulfed hundreds of people, and there were nearly a thousand people, surrounded by the rapidly spreading line of fire.

In the air, a heavy smell of burnt paste filled the air, and black smoke covered the sky, as if the scene of hell appeared on earth.

Few escaped from the fire, and at least 800 lost their lives in agony.

An hour passed, and there was still a crackling sound from the fire, but it was unimaginable that the remaining more than 1,000 Ottoman servants actually rushed up with sacks full of dirt.

The tragic death of their companions dealt them a heavy blow, but they were more afraid of their Ottoman masters than they were.

On the high platform of the position, Tsepeš was in a depressed mood, and he said in an extremely cold tone:

"No matter what method is used, kill all these people quickly, and the latter trench must be filled with the lives of the Ottomans"

Marzad, who was still expressionless, nodded slightly and turned to leave.

The large wooden door of the camp opened, and two hundred hermits, armed with Roman shields in their left hands, Roman broadswords in their right hands, and crossbows on their waists, rushed out in full armor.

The Ottomans' feathered arrows came in an instant, and the sound of sharp arrows hitting shields was endless.

Two hundred hermits, under a volley of Ottoman fire, killed seven on the spot and wounded twelve or thirteen.

Those who are unable to move due to injuries immediately leave the team, lower their bodies and trot back to the camp with a limp to preserve their vitality.

Before the second round of Ottoman arrows fired, more than 180 hermits had already entered a safe area in the trench.

At the same time, the Ottoman servants, carrying sacks, were less than ten meters away from the only trench.

The hermit monk who had just entered the trench, like a cheetah, quickly slaughtered him.

Everything happened so fast, the two sides were so close that after two or three breaths, a large number of corpses fell to the ground.

In the face of the hermit's sword, the Ottoman servant army had no power to resist at all, and the killing was like chopping melons and vegetables.

The Ottoman officer, who was dozens of meters away, couldn't help but shudder down his spine when he saw this scene, while his boss gave the order very decisively.

Friend or foe, the Ottoman rangers continued to fire arrows.

Any experienced general can see that the hermit monks are the elite of the elite, and exchanging a few hundred servant troops for the lives of some Wallachian elites is definitely a good deal.

The dense rain of arrows is overwhelming, and the hermit monks in the melee, no matter how agile their movements are, they will inevitably be hit.

While a large number of Ottoman servants were killed, twenty or so hermits were killed, and thirty or forty others were wounded.

Tsepes watched one hermit monk after another fall to the ground, and his heart was very distressed, and if he wanted to win in the brutal defense of the city, each hermit was a precious resource.

It is precisely because of this that they were not sent to fight at the beginning, and when they were forced to do so, they let people launch a thunderous blow.

"Retreat with the wounded!"

Marzad personally led the team, and like the Ottoman commanders, he gave the order decisively.

The initial slashing, coupled with the indiscriminate attacks of the Ottomans, left less than a hundred servants alive in front of them.

The goal is basically achieved, staying for a long time will only increase the losses, the hermit monks come quickly, go faster, and in the blink of an eye, they all hide in the trenches.

In total, more than 80 people were killed and wounded, and the Ottoman army of 1,000 servants was replaced.

Looking at the numbers alone, it is a big victory, but if you compare the loss of combat power, it is not an exaggeration to call it a thousand enemies killed and eight hundred self-losses.

Moreover, the enemy's 1,000 are dispensable, and their own 800 are all responsible for important responsibilities.

Right now, it's not the time to think about gains and losses, the battle is not over, a team of nearly a thousand rangers rushed over, and it seems that the Ottoman commanded the generals on the spot and had a new arrangement.

More than a hundred hermits were still in the trenches, and the Ottomans wanted to leave them all behind.

In addition to the Rangers who rushed over, the Ottoman archers were also on standby, unceremoniously firing arrows whenever the hermit missed his head.

"Marquis Deyo, go out with the shield soldiers, and bring back the soldiers in the trenches, not a single one of them will be missing."

Seeing the move, Cepes responded, and the Marquis of Joo immediately sprang into action, and two hundred soldiers rushed out of the camp with wide shields.

All the arrows fired by the Ottomans were confiscated by their shields, and the wounded monks were the first to be taken back, behind the palace of Marzad.

The Ottomans did not attack recklessly, but received orders to withdraw and prepare to launch a full-scale attack with their large troops.

Soon, more than a dozen inferior horses were brought over, all wearing thick blindfolds.

Under the twitch of the leather whip, the inferior horse rushed forward without hesitation, and then collided with the rejection stake.

Hot horse blood spurted out, and at the same time, a blood-stained path was opened up.

In line with the principle of cannon fodder first, the status of the servant army in the hearts of the Ottomans was not as good as these inferior horses.

"Guys, get ready for battle, the Ottomans have broken through the outer defenses, and it's time for us to fight."

Tsepes drew his sword and pointed straight to the sky, since he came to this world, he has experienced many trials of life and death, and his heart has become stronger.

However, the Ottomans did not rush to kill, they were still waiting for their time.

One blow, then decline, three and exhaustion, any country has similar allusions.

Tsepeš cheered up the soldiers, but the Ottomans did not move, and hit the air like a heavy punch.