The murderous Ottoman cavalry died in the warm bed, but Musman was left alone.

Of course, this is only temporary, and death is a mercy to him until he is punished enough.

Two Swiss mercenaries gagged the guy and tied him tightly to the truck.

Wait for the Bolgar partisans to be driven away, and then let him repent of the sins he has committed.

At this moment, the Bolgars were only a hundred meters away from the camp, and they could already hear the noisy noise.

If you had done it just now, a minute late, the Ottomans would have been woken up by these nasty guys.

Under the command of two mercenary captains, twenty Swiss mercenaries are responsible for guarding the wagons and livestock from taking advantage of the chaos to steal their belongings.

The remaining hundred mercenaries quickly lined up and prepared to give the Bolgars a head-on attack.

The greatest advantage of Swiss mercenaries, apart from abiding by their contracts, is that they don't care about killing or being killed.

"Belba, the people in the camp opposite, don't look like a caravan.

You look at the weapons in their hands, as well as the temperament on their bodies, they are obviously experienced mercenaries. ”

While the Swiss mercenaries were in formation, several leaders of the guerrillas also analyzed the situation in front of them.

"I heard screams in the camp before, and someone must have been killed.

I guess this group of people, who are with us, will attack the caravan before us. ”

The man, known as Belba, calmly analyzed, and kept rubbing the stubble on his cheek with his right thumb as he spoke.

"Then what should we do, retreat or fight with them."

"Of course it's a battle, they're only a hundred."

"But, they look very powerful, and if they fight......"

"Shut up! As long as they weren't Ottoman cavalry, or Swiss mercenaries, there was nothing to fear. ”

"I feel a little unsure, Belba, what do you think?"

The two guys next to Belba each expressed different opinions, but in the end they left the decision to the real boss of the guerrillas.

Belba continued to rub his stubble, thought for a moment, and said:

"Let them, hand over half of what they have grabbed.

If they don't, kill them all. ”

Having made a decision, Belba and several of his henchmen continued to lead the men forward, and finally stopped less than ten meters from the camp.

Looking at it, there are about 300 people coming, with a loose formation and a random state, clearly telling others that they are a rabble.

On the other hand, although the number of Swiss mercenaries is only a hundred, they are in a neat formation, full of fighting spirit, waiting to harvest the enemy's lives at any time.

If the Bolgars were smart enough, they would have turned around and ran, and would not have come to gnaw on this piece of hard bones that could choke them to death.

However, it was clear that the Bolgars did not think so, and under the signal of Belba's eyes, a strong man swaggered forward a few steps.

"Give up half of your earnings, or you will ......"

The person who came spoke quite imposingly, but before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

A sharp, wooden spear was hurled at his mouth with unmistakable precision as he spoke.

The tip of the spear, with blood and brains, pierced through the back of the creature's head, and it took three seconds for the corpse to fall backwards.

"Kill!"

The Swiss mercenaries do not talk nonsense with the enemy, they are like tigers out of the cage, and they are indomitable to kill the Bolgars.

Arthur and Baron Karl, both armed with swords, attacked the Bolgars.

"Wait! Wait a minute! If you have something to discuss! ”

"You don't follow the rules! How to say kill kills, kill people! ”

At the time of the Swiss mercenary's iron halberd, there were still many Bolgars, who were talking nonsense.

When they realized that the battle had begun, they had already killed twenty or thirty people cleanly by the Swiss mercenaries.

"Fight back!"

"Kill these guys!"

Finally, the leadership, headed by Belba, began to organize partisans to counterattack.

More than three hundred Bolgars, armed with a variety of weapons, shouted and rushed towards the Swiss mercenaries.

However, their charge is more apt to describe it in another word, to die.

The formation of the mercenary team spreads out slightly, expanding the face of the enemy, transforming from one large whole to ten small ones.

Each small group of ten mercenaries is coordinated with each other, whether it is attacking or defending, they are very organized.

Ten small wholes, like ten gears, can wring all the enemies that rush in to pieces.

In an instant, the teams of the two sides collided together, blood spurted, stumps flew wildly, and the merciless killing officially kicked off.

It's a pity that the good drama of killing is often simple and fast, and life is always so vulnerable.

In one minute, the Bolgars threw down seventy or eighty corpses, and the Swiss mercenaries suffered thirteen casualties.

Then, the Bolgars, who rushed over, turned around without hesitation and began to flee for their lives with all the strength of milk.

A group of rabble, accounting for nearly one-third of the loss, turning their heads and running, is their most normal physiological reaction.

"They're the devil!"

"If you can't beat it, run away!"

The army was defeated, and the Bolgars fled for their lives, but Belba and his henchmen did not stop the rout, but followed them away from the terrible demons.

"Pursuit! Kill! ”

Baron Karl, roaring in pursuit of the rout.

In his mind, all of them were images of innocent villagers being killed.

He strode forward, his sword slashing diagonally, cutting off the small half of a Bulgar.

Arthur and the Swiss mercenaries also launched a pursuit of the rout, so there is no need to maintain formation at this time, and everyone is free to play.

After covering up for a while, and killing dozens of Bolgars, Arthur pulled Baron Karl, who was still about to continue the pursuit.

Their purpose was to return with the Ottoman taxes, and it was not advisable to make any extraneous contributions.

The pursuit stopped, the battle ended, and the mercenaries began to clean up the battlefield.

The Bulgars are poor, and the only thing they have to do to clean up the battlefield is to collect the corpses of their comrades.

Nine mercenaries, who lost their young lives, and four others, were seriously wounded.

In this era, the only medical treatment on the battlefield was to use a red-hot soldering iron to stop the bleeding of the wound.

For a casualty with intestinal outflow, this step can be dispensed with.

Give him a bottle of precious distilled spirit, wait for him to finish drinking, send him on his way, and end his suffering.

Ten corpses, wrapped in a white shroud, freed up a van to load the bodies onto it.

These dead mercenaries are to be transported back to their hometowns and buried in the cemetery blessed by God.

The three wounded, the bleeding has stopped, whether they can survive or not depends only on God's will.

The three of them, instead of getting into the van, were carried on stretchers to their next destination, Baron Karl's estate.

No one will dispose of the corpses of the Bolgars, but wolves, foxes, and crows will cleanse them of their sins.

As for the corpses of the Ottomans, they needed to be buried, and Tsepeš specifically told Arthur about this.

Leaving the corpses of more than a hundred Ottomans alone, the news will definitely spread immediately, which is not good for his future plans.

The horses, weapons, belongings, and even their high-end printed tents were taken with them.

Musman, who was high above, obediently became a prisoner.

A long rope bound his hands, and the other end, tied to Arthur's horse's tail.

The victorious Wallachians and Swiss mercenaries, quietly left with their booty.

On the other side, the Bolgars, who had suffered heavy losses, gathered together sullenly.

As the leader, Belba wanted to reinvigorate the guerrillas in order to secure his position.

Nothing excites one's own men more than a successful robbery.

In this neighborhood, lived a baron, whom Belba targeted for robbery.

The baron's name was Stant, and Tsepesch had slept in his groom.