Outside the south gate of Targoviste, on a tall plane tree, sat a young man with a confused expression.

"Friend, may God always be with you."

The young man is Mirsa, and he has come to see Tsepeche.

In recent days, the mental torture has made him not want to say goodbye to Cepes face to face.

Holding the binoculars, watching the procession disappear from sight, Mirsa drew a cross on his chest to send a blessing to Cepes.

……

Rocky Jotunheim Marquis Ridge, with the arrival of five hundred uninvited guests, the tranquility of the early morning was ruthlessly broken.

"You ...... Who is it!? How dare you...... Trespassing on the Marquis's castle!? ”

The two soldiers guarding the gate of the castle raised their iron halberds and pointed at the comers, although they opened their mouths to question, they were obviously not confident.

Without any answer, the black-pressed crowd continued to approach the castle, and a burly bearded man rushed to the front.

Two guards, turned into two corpses, and hundreds of people swarmed into the castle.

Anyone who resists, whether it is a nobleman or a maid, will be killed.

Twenty minutes later, nearly two hundred people were escorted to the square of the castle.

"I'm the Marquis of Jotunheim! This is my territory! You bandits......"

A disheveled guy yelled at his neck.

The next moment, his shouting stopped abruptly, and a Roman broadsword was thrust through the back of his head, and his mouth pierced out, making this guy shut up forever, without the slightest regard for the identity of the marquis.

"Name all the people of the Jotunheim family, and the designator will be rewarded with a gold coin."

The murderer was the bearded man who led the team, and according to the meaning of his words, he wanted to uproot the Jotunheim family.

There are so many people that it is impossible for all servants to maintain absolute loyalty.

Soon, sixteen people were identified, including men, women, old people, and children.

After more than ten seconds, the fourteen heads detached from their bodies, and blood shot out, staining the square red.

Two children of three or four years old were finally spared and did not die under the butcher's knives of the executioners.

The bearded man appointed one of his men, handed the child over, and said:

"Send it to the hermitage, we need fresh blood."

The bearded men are Marzad, the hermits, the tools of God, and when it is time to kill, they are the merciless butcher's knife.

Rocky Jotunheim, fief on the border between the Ottomans and Wallachia, the most staunch dogleg of the Ottomans.

Marzad brought people over to break the dog's legs, and bloody and cruel methods were an indispensable step.

Fifteen heads, hung from a specially made wooden cart, were wheeled for display in Loki Jotunheim's domain.

Those serfs who had never seen the Marquis in their daily lives were finally fortunate enough to meet their masters.

A notice was also posted.

Rocky Jotunheim, in collusion with pagans, blasphemed the holy and great God.

The Grand Duke, guided by God, sent holy warriors to eradicate heresy.

Committing murder in the name of religion is tantamount to holding up the most solid shield in the world.

All filth, all brutality, will be disguised as a sacred act of course.

Of course, judging from this incident, Rocky Jotunheim is innocent of his death, and his family can only consider themselves unlucky.

To enjoy power and wealth, we must bear the 'side effects' that come with it.

The Jotunheim family was completely wiped out from Wallachia, and the Marquis of Jotunheim Ridge naturally became the direct territory of the Basarab family.

Drafts, posted in villages and towns, for adult men who were required to take on military obligations to report to Arthur, the conscription officer.

In order to train Arthur, other recruiters were only in charge of a few villages and towns, and he directly controlled the territory of a marquis.

A few days later, he took a team to Bucharest.

Among them, the conscripts reached 900, the civilian men 1,200, the food was abundant, and the weapons were relatively scarce.

It can be seen that Arthur is growing step by step, without amazing performance, but he can be down-to-earth.

……

Fort Nico, the procession from the ancient city of Calatis, arrived within the allotted time.

400 feudal cavalry, 900 feudal retinues, plus 800 servants.

After settling down, a Sipahi named Suzak said very unceremoniously to the little groom who came with him:

"Take care of the horse, if there is anything wrong, I will skin you!"

The little groom's face was full of trepidation, and he nodded like a chicken pecking rice:

"Sipahi, I will take care of the horses and make them the most beautiful boys on the battlefield."

Suzak smiled triumphantly, threw the whip to the groom, and went to sleep in the tent.

"Do you want to give the horse some medicine?"

There was no one around, and the little groom sat on a long stone, touching a few whiskers and making a thinking appearance.

After a while, he had an answer.

"Wait for the eve of the big war, and then make hands and feet for the feed, I want to play my role to the extreme."

Little Pony Davar, who is even lower than Arthur's starting point, has almost zero force value, and his brain is not very bright.

But most importantly, he has found his niche and, like Arthur, is steadily improving himself.

……

In Bucharest, under the organization of Zaltya and Marshall, nearly 10,000 people participated in the restoration of the military fortress.

The city walls, houses, and various facilities were all repaired before the arrival of the First Support Army.

One vassal after another, leading his men to Bucharest.

Thousands or tens of thousands of troops, as more and more troops arrive, arranging food and accommodation are quite cumbersome issues.

And Tepes, who has already arranged this, everything is quite in order, and the troops from different places will not cause friction because of some trivial matters of life.

On April 30, 1448 in the Julian calendar, after more than ten days of turbulence, Cepes, wearing pale gold armor and a bright red cloak, led Swiss mercenaries to enter the Bucharest military fortress.

Up to now, a total of 37,000 men have gathered in Bucharest.

Among them, 3,000 Swiss mercenaries, 2,000 vassal standing troops, 11,000 conscripts from direct territories, and 19,000 vassal conscripts.

In addition, there are more than 1,000 knights and knight squires in various places, and the combat effectiveness of this army is not weaker than that of Swiss mercenaries.

Some fiefdoms, distant lords, are still on their way.

From the current point of view, the vassals may not have done their best, but they did not perfunctory, and invested more than half of their family funds in Bucharest.

Of course, this is directly related to the magic shown by Cepes.

More than 20 days ago, a flame rose in Bucharest, which made these vassals respect and fear Cepes.

Before, they either fell to the Ottomans or to Hungary, and the bottom line was because they were strong enough.

And now, Wallachia has produced a great lord who deserves to be followed with all his might, whether by admiration or fear.