A great victory made Cepes famous, and 3,800 corpses became his stepping stones.

Nicoburg, the council chamber, and the Ottoman generals present all had expressions of mourning.

The leader, Mehmed II, in a fit of shame and anger, grabbed his favorite ivory cup and threw it into the center of the hall.

The yellowed ivory cup was torn apart in an instant, and at the same time, Mehmed II shouted:

"Gather all the fiefdom cavalry, fiefdom retinues, and rangers, and take Bucharest in three days at all costs!"

Although Mohammed II was young, he had always been a city leader, and his behavior at this time was very inconsistent with his usual style.

The reason for this is simply because he desperately needs a victory to save face and strengthen his position as the heir to the Sultan.

Four years earlier, Mehmed II had been the Provisional Sultan of the Sultan, but had to surrender the Sultan to his father because of doubts about his military competence and betrayal.

This time, I thought that I could easily brush up on the battlefield of Wallachia and accumulate enough foundation for the future succession to the sultanate.

But the reality was 108,000 miles away from his expectations, not only did he fail to win, but he lost nearly 10% of his troops.

Presumably, there will be people in Edirne, who will make a big fuss about this, and they must save face as soon as possible.

However, among the generals present, there were immediately those who stood up against the decision of Mehmed II.

"Your Royal Highness, our army has been newly defeated, and a large number of men and horses have not yet been assembled, so it is not appropriate to attack again."

"General Puno has a point, after twenty days, the army has been assembled, and it is not too late to attack again."

"That's right, the current army is insufficient, and it will take more than ten days to recuperate."

More and more generals came forward, as if they had been discussed, and all of them were opposed.

Mehmed II's face became more and more ugly, and he clearly remembered that it was these people who had proposed to send troops to attack Bucharest a few days earlier.

He was so emotional that he was about to explode again, when a guy in his thirties with a two-huffed mustache stepped forward.

"Your Royal Highness, Chaka, that fool, has fallen into the trap of the enemy, and all the responsibility for the defeat should be borne by him.

However, if you lose twice in a row in a short period of time, I'm afraid it will be ......"

The man who spoke, named Kubanlu, closed his mouth at the right time and did not say what was going on.

A defeat can be attributed to a certain general. Successive defeats, the commander-in-chief of the army could not escape the blame.

He reminded Mehmed II not only to regain face, but also to consider the consequences of another defeat.

Most of the generals present opposed the attack and insisted on going their own way, and they must personally bear all the responsibility.

Muhammad came to his senses just in time, he controlled his emotions and said in a gloomy voice:

"Hold your troops and wait until the troops are assembled, and then march on Wallachia.

Chaka's poor command of the battlefield caused huge losses to the empire and must be severely punished. Even if he dies, his family will be punished. ”

The new tone was set, the military conference was over, and the Ottomans missed the best opportunity to capture Bucharest.

……

Targoviste, the morale of the people was high, and three thousand Swiss mercenaries lined up in the square in front of the temple.

Dressed in dark gold armor, Tsepesh's eagle-like gaze swept over the mercenary.

"Let's go!"

There is no impassioned speech, two words that are loud enough to express everything.

The mercenaries went to Bucharest, and the corresponding food and grass materials had already been deployed.

Tsepes walked into the Palace of Curteau, at the gate of the palace, where Madame Maria was waiting with her family.

As for the family of János Hunyadi, they have returned to Hungary, and only the fourteen-year-old little girl Emily remains.

Of course, before they get married, the two little kids will be strictly supervised to make sure they don't do anything out of the ordinary.

It is about the face of the two families, and there will be no mistakes.

"Mother, I'm leaving."

As Grand Duke of Wallachia, Tepes had to fulfill his war obligations, and he walked into the Palace of Curtea to say goodbye.

"Come back alive." This was Madame Mary's only request.

Cepes smiled and replied, "I'll do my best." ”

Then, taking a sideways step, he said to Vradis:

"Take care of your mother, take care of your fiancée, and if I can't come back, take care of this land under our feet."

"Brother, I'm stupid, so you should come back and deal with these things yourself."

The topic was a little heavy, Flordis was only a fifteen-year-old child after all, and two lines of tears could not stop sliding down his cheeks.

Emily, beside him, gently hooked the corner of his clothes with her little finger to show her concern.

"Stinky boy, if you miss me, give Stefan a beating, it might make you feel better."

In order to defuse the heavy atmosphere, Tepesz was very unrighteous Rastefan back.

This made Stefan, who was rolling with tears in his eyes, very devastated.

And Cepes, smiling at Emily beside Vradis, came up to him and patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"There is day and there is night, there is light and there is darkness, and there are two sides to everything.

Brother, according to what I taught you, manage Flea Street, the scale of good and evil, in your heart. ”

Flea Street was swept away, but Targoviste needed a small corner to pour out the evil thoughts in people's hearts.

Of course, the scale needs to be controlled, so Tsepes made the great Grand Duke Stefan in history the 'hooligan leader' who managed Flea Street.

Human trafficking and illegal slave trade are absolutely not allowed, and the rules of life-and-death struggle have been adjusted.

Illegal bars, skins and meat trades, and even stolen goods dens can all survive on Flea Street.

The Basarab family became the largest shareholder behind these businesses.

After saying goodbye to Stefan, Tepes came to Duke Daan:

"Cousin, I'm not in Targoviste, your burden is the heaviest."

You're in Targovista, I'm afraid I'm going to have more things to do.

Looking at Tepes, he complained in his heart, and Duke Da'an maintained a gentle posture and said:

"Your Excellency, leave all the trivial matters to me, for the sake of the family, for the sake of Wallachia, I will do my best."

Having said something in a high-sounding manner, he paused slightly, pursed his lips and continued:

"Bringing Amanda back alive, I only hate Lloyd Dyer."

"I will, if my cousin-in-law dies in battle, then she must die for honor, and there will be no dirty tricks."

On the battlefield, no one can guarantee who will survive. Duke Da'an nodded in agreement, indicating that he understood.

After saying goodbye to everyone and smiling at them again, Cepes resolutely turned around, mounted the big black horse, and joined the mercenary.