A procession rushed from a distance, with more than 30 people riding horses in the front and about 500 people running in the back.

The men on the horse, except for a young man and two men with anxious expressions, were all dressed in white Roman robes, with a black rose embroidered on the left chest.

Behind them were five hundred, all armed with Roman broadswords, dressed in brown robes, with a cross on their left arm.

Less than ten meters away from the mercenaries, the thirty or so people in the front grabbed the reins, followed by the five hundred, and then stopped and waited.

Tsepes, with five hundred unknown monks of the hermitage, arrived in time before the Swiss mercenaries left.

Wawrinka, beside him, immediately turned over and dismounted, and shouted loudly as he walked forward:

"This! It's Lord Vlad, Grand Duke of Wallachia! He came in person, and I hope everyone will stay! ”

Goffin, on the other side, also hurriedly dismounted, his eyes quickly swept over the mercenary team, found a few acquaintances, and shouted to them:

"Knight, Cacharlie, it's nice here, let's all stay!"

Neither of them wants to see senseless bloodshed, so they try their best to turn things around.

However, this did not work, and their Swiss countrymen had already made up their minds to leave this ominous land.

"This land has been cursed by demons, and we will never stay!"

"Last night, my brother died, and I'm going to take his body home and let my mother see him again!"

A cacophony of shouts rang out, drowning out the voices of Wawrinka and Goffin, as if whoever asked them to stay was an undying enemy.

They both belong to the Latin Romance family, and the conversation between the Swiss can be understood by Cepes.

The situation has developed to this point, conventional means have not helped, and he is ready to take the next dose of cruel medicine.

With a gentle wave of the reins, urging the horse to take a few steps, he stared at the three thousand Swiss mercenaries without saying a word.

At this time, silence is better than sound, and the gaze of a grand duke made the Swiss present invariably shut up.

"This is Wallachia, not your back garden.

You need my permission to set foot on this land, and whoever wants to leave must have my permission.

Now, you have two choices, stay voluntarily, or stay as a corpse. ”

Tsepes's face was solemn, and everyone could see that his words were not child's play.

Of course, no matter how you look at it, he should be on the underdog.

The people of the hermit are all elite, and the Swiss mercenaries are also experienced in a hundred battles, five hundred against three thousand, and the winner must be the latter.

But as he said, this is Wallachia, he is the master of Wallachia, and as a foreigner, even if he is a mercenary, he will feel weak.

As a result, no one present refuted, and even if they were dissatisfied, they waited to hear what Cepes had to say later.

"You, that's right, it's you, come here!"

Immediately after, he raised his horsewhip and pointed at the person at the front of the mercenary team.

Tyrone Marshall, the leader of a mercenary squad, killed four of his men in last night's lightning strike.

He looked left and right, making sure that Cepes was referring to him, and walked out of the mercenary group with his head held high.

"Grand Duke, we haven't signed a contract yet, and you have no right to ask us to stay!"

Tillon Marshall was quite pleased with his performance, and arguing with a grand duke would become a bragging capital for the rest of his life.

However, in the next second, Tsepes pulled out his saber hanging from the saddle and slashed at the fellow.

"Ahh

With a scream, one ear fell to the ground, and Cepes's sword was stained with blood.

Marshall's mercenaries were about to step forward immediately, and the other Swiss mercenaries were also ready to act when they saw their fellow countrymen being bullied.

They don't want to die, but when necessary, they dare to fight.

The hermit monks behind Tsepeš had long been poised to go, and a fierce battle seemed to be about to begin in this way.

Almost at the same time, however, Tsepes's deep voice rang out again.

"You just said that Wallachia is cursed by demons, and this is your punishment!"

This sentence sounds like it was said to Marshall, but in fact it was giving all Swiss mercenaries a reasonable explanation.

In the name of the devil, it is enough to defile a country, and the master of the country only cuts off one of your ears.

A reasonable reason to return the situation to its previous lull.

Only Marshall, who was furious, covered his wounds and shouted:

"When Lao Tzu killed, you didn't even finish changing your teeth, don't think we're afraid of you!"

"Marzad, knock out this guy's teeth, not a single one is left!"

The open-mouthed guy once again brought bad luck to himself, and Marzad played his tool attributes, turned over and dismounted and did what he was told.

Marshall has been on the battlefield for a long time, and his ears were easily cut off just now because he was completely defenseless.

Considering the identity of the Grand Duke of Tepes, he did not dare to fight back, and now that he saw Marzad coming, he thought he had found a vent.

He pulled out the mace from his waist and slammed it into the top of Marzad's head with all his might......

The land of Wallachia really didn't match Marshall's, and a minute later, his face was swollen into a pig's head, and a mouthful of rotten teeth either spit on the ground or swallowed into his stomach.

Regarding Marshall's combat power, other mercenaries know something, and if it is really a rice bucket, it is impossible to become the captain of the mercenary team.

Being easily subdued can only show one thing that the opponent's combat power can be called terrifying.

Even with the sword before Cepesh, many experienced mercenaries could see that Cepesh's swordsmanship was extraordinary.

So for a while, even if Marshall was repaired, the other mercenaries did not act rashly.

Among them, there is another key reason, the Swiss mercenaries present belong to twenty-one squads, and there is no unified organization.

If the two sides really fight, even if they can win, they will have at least a thousand casualties, and all the squad leaders are afraid that their men and horses will be wiped out.

Marshall, who was extremely miserable, was thrown to the ground by Marzad, like a maggot, and arched twice on the ground, and then fainted.

Ignoring the guy no more, Tsepes withdrew his sword and continued to use his horsewhip to point among the mercenaries.

"You said you wanted to take your dead brother back to see your mother for the last time.

I sympathize with your plight and hope that your brother will rest in peace.

However, I can assure you that if you are to leave Wallachia, your mother will lose her two sons in one day. ”

"You, afraid to stay here, will be riddled with bad luck.

Then I will tell you that from the moment you set foot on the land of Wallachia, all your good fortune and bad luck have been bound to me.

Obey my commands, you have gold, you have delicious food, you have beautiful girls.

Disobey my will, and I will let you know what real pain is. ”

……

Many of the guys shouted at Wawrinka and Goffin earlier, and Cepes responded one by one.

With his words, many people had the same thoughts as Marshall, and here, they were cursed by the devil.

And the devil is the master here, the Grand Duke of Wallachia, Lord Vlad.