Litam did not know whether he was alive or dead, and the other three Ottoman soldiers were cleanly killed by the reinforcements brought by Tsepes.

Since then, the fighting in the palace of Curtea has been completely subsided.

However, although the battle subsided, a brawl was in full swing.

Tsepes led the levies and a small number of nobles to the stables to support, while most of the nobles stayed on the terrace.

The Ottomans were all wiped out, and these noble lords straightened their noble backs and raised their arrogant chins.

In particular, those nobles, who were themselves inclined to the Hungarians, instantly showed the posture of victors.

Standing on the moral high ground, they began to criticize the nobles, who were inclined to the Ottomans.

"You damned traitors, why don't you jump off the terrace and apologize for your crimes!"

"You scum are a disgrace to the principality, and will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever for future generations!"

Initially, the nobles, who were inclined to the Ottomans, were able to endure it, after all, the current situation was not in their favor.

However, as the abusive language became more and more unbearable, the nobles who were inclined to the Ottomans could not help but turn their lips back.

"We are just making the best choice for the family when we are forced to do so, please take back your slander."

"You are no more noble than us, and the sins committed by the Hungarians more than a hundred years ago will never be forgiven!"

"I suspect that you dogs are bastards born from your ancestors more than a hundred years ago and the Hungarians!"

The incident escalated, and the core issue of the scolding escalated from political discord to personal attacks.

Afterwards, according to the recollections of many of the parties involved, it seems that many insulting words were shouted by neutral self-improvement aristocrats.

However, as far as the scene at that time is concerned, it is impossible for the two groups of nobles who were aroused to be angry to judge calmly.

As a result, the situation escalated further, from scolding each other to a group fight.

Many of the nobles who survived the catastrophe waved their fists and smashed them into the nose of those who disagreed with them.

In the square, the Ottomans had long been killed, and countless civilians had been watching the situation on the terrace.

"Look! The aristocratic lords actually fought! ”

"Look! Several aristocratic ladies over there actually tore each other's hair! ”

"Oh God! A noble lady's skirt was actually torn by another noble lady. ”

"The noble lady's breasts are so white, if ......"

The brawl on the terrace became more and more intense, and finally even the noble lady joined the battle group.

Compared to fighting the Ottomans before, the civilians thought that the scene that was happening in front of them was the best part.

"Stop it!"

But it's a pity that the show couldn't continue, and a majestic voice made both sides of the brawl involuntarily stop moving.

The aristocratic lord with a blue nose and swollen face straightened his loose hair, stood up in a proper manner, and looked at the entrance to the terrace.

The disheveled aristocratic ladies hurriedly packed up the clothes on their bodies, but unfortunately they couldn't cover up the scratches on their bodies.

On the terrace, it suddenly became silent, and the people in the square were still noisy.

"Why did you stop, the nobles and lords duel, don't they all have to divide life and death."

"Adults, keep fighting!"

Amid the noise, Cepes appeared in the sight of the people in the square and walked slowly to the edge of the terrace.

People may not be able to see his face clearly, but they can recognize the quaint silver crown.

At this moment, it was as if a mute magic had been cast, and the huge square fell silent in an instant.

Someone couldn't hold back and let out a loud fart, and immediately countless people glared at him.

Tsepes didn't have too high requirements for the commoners, so he didn't care, just now they ridiculed the aristocratic brawl.

"I hope that my performance today did not disappoint everyone.

I would also like to thank everyone in this room for their contribution to all this. ”

Tsepes's solemn voice, which sounded on the edge of the terrace, continued:

"From now on, Wallachia was no longer an appendage of any country, and there was no need to pay tribute to any country.

If anyone dares to force us, I will use the sword in my hand to crush their greedy thoughts!

I, Grand Duke of Wallachia, Vlad III Tsepes, am here to ask all of you, would you like to fight alongside me!? ”

Tsepes's voice was not loud, but it was extremely penetrating, and every word, every word, took root in the hearts of the common people.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"I do!"

Without the slightest hesitation, all the people shouted the word 'willing' almost at the same time.

These shouts indicate that Tsepeš has won the hearts of the people, and whether it is issuing government decrees or recruiting troops, he will be able to respond to every call in the future.

The shouting lasted for more than two minutes, and there was still no intention of stopping, even though many people had already shouted hoarsely.

It wasn't until Tsepes raised his arms flat and pressed down that the shouts of the people quickly subsided.

"The day after tomorrow, there will be a big celebration in Harvest Square to celebrate this historic moment.

When the time comes, please participate by all means, because victory belongs to all of you.

But for now, please go about your own business first, and I need time here to plan for the future of Wallachia.

In previous battles, if a family member was killed or wounded, they could stay in the square, and officials would take care of it.

Believe me, from now on, every Wallachian who has contributed to the country will be properly resettled. ”

After saying that, Cepes won another round of applause and cheers, and then the people gathered in the square began to leave in an orderly manner.

After leaving, people began to organize various celebrations spontaneously.

On every street, Wallachians are singing and dancing.

There are even some wealthy businessmen who offer to provide the cheapest barley beer for free for people to drink.

While people were happily celebrating the victory, sporadic bloodshed also occurred in various parts of the city.

As Wallachia was a vassal state of the Ottomans, it was natural that there would be some Ottoman merchants who would come to Wallachia to do business.

Regardless of whether they were friendly or bad to the Wallachians, they all fell victim at this time.

Ottoman shops were looted, Ottomans were killed, old men, women, and teenagers.

In the face of years of hatred, good people may not do anything, they may sympathize with these guys, but they will not stop their angry compatriots.

Some debts have to be repaid.

For civil acts, whether it is celebration or revenge, the official will not interfere.

After the crowd in the square dispersed, Tepes took the nobles on the terrace to the sunset square in the palace.

Corpses were carried to the square, including conscripts killed in battle, as well as dead civilians outside the palace.

Regardless of victory or defeat, war will eventually pay a price.

Sometimes, however, these costs have to be paid.