The night was hazy, and a sneaky black shadow silently touched the frontier fortress.

Four patrolling soldiers, armed with torches, patrolled around the fortress, and trying to sneak in seemed like an impossible task.

Sure enough, the lurker, who was slightly clumsy in his movements, was still seventy or eighty meters away from the fortress when he was discovered by the sentry.

"Don't do it! Own! ”

The black shadow got up nervously and raised his hands very slowly, for fear that his movements would be too big and lead to death.

However, the Albanian sentries, who did not understand or believe it, threw their two javelins straight up.

"Don't!"

In the darkness more than ten meters away, an exclamation sounded, but unfortunately it could not prevent the javelin from penetrating the body of the person before.

"I ...... Myself...... People ......"

The man fell to his knees weakly, supported by two javelins, and his eyes, which gradually lost their lustre, were full of grievances and unwillingness.

With the last of his strength, he struggled to spit out a few words, but the sentry remained unmoved.

Twelve sentinels, eleven of them, gathered around the dark place where they had just spoken.

The man who was left was their captain, and the guy drew his sword, walked over to the deceased, and cut off his head without emotion.

"My own people, send news!"

"I'm Albanian! Don't kill me! ”

In the darkness, two people got up, and the death of their companions made them feel inexplicably afraid.

Therefore, at the first time, the intention was immediately explained, and it was in a different language.

To be on the safe side, one of them repeated the text again in Ottoman language.

This time, the sentinels quickly exchanged glances with each other and did not rush to make a move.

The captain of the squad not far away, who was also carrying a head at this time, walked over slowly and carefully looked at the two uninvited guests.

The two of them were shabby, thin, and had boring faces, and they didn't look like enemies who were coming to sneak attack.

In fact, the person who died was also like this, but when he approached the fortress sneakily like this, the soldier couldn't think about it so much, what he needed was to make a decision immediately, otherwise he might be the one who died.

The two men behind shouted in time, and one of them spoke Albanian, which the sentries could understand, so they didn't kill them immediately.

"Tell me who you are, or go and be reunited with your companions."

The captain's tone was cold, and he threw the bloody head in his hand at the feet of the two people.

Tremblingly, he glanced at his companion's dead eyes, and the young man with a thick face looked at the other companion with questioning eyes.

He said...... He said let's identify ourselves in detail, otherwise it's like killing Chuck to kill us. ”

Listening to his companion, the stumbling translation in Ottoman, the good-looking young man, raised his head slightly, and looked at the patrol leader who asked questions.

"I'm the Davar Knight of Wallachia, and I've sent important information to the coalition forces!"

For three months, Davar made many friends in the camp of the Ottoman servants.

Of these friends, six of the most reliable were successfully drawn into the camp of the Ottomans by him.

As for the other two, the guys who were told their identities but didn't join the gang disappeared from this world forever.

Every day, there would be an army of servants running away, and one or two people would go missing, which would not be noticed at all.

After discovering the route of the stone cannon, Davar immediately looked for an opportunity to gather these companions together.

In the end, the four men took cover, and Davar sneaked out of the barracks with an Albanian and a Serb.

Thus, there is this scene at this moment, where the Serbs are killed and the Albanians act as interpreters.

Davar recalled the way Cepes spoke, trying to identify himself as best he could.

The expression imitation can score six points, and the momentum can only score one point, but it is enough for the little patrol leader.

This guy can't understand the second half of Davar's words, but he can still understand the words Wallachia and knight.

The originally strong patrol captain immediately weakened, looked at the Albanians beside Davar, and waited for him to translate to confirm the thoughts in his heart.

A knight, a low-ranking nobleman who does not enter the stream, but for the sentry, he is already a complete big man.

After confirming, these invincible fellows immediately put away their weapons and saluted Davar slightly.

Of course, it can be seen that they did not let down all their guards because of this.

"Your Excellency, I can't call the shots when it's a big deal, please follow us into the fortress first, and adults will come to meet you."

The patrol captain didn't ask indiscriminately, what is the so-called important information, what should not be known, it is better not to know.

Passing by his companion, translating in Ottoman, Davar nodded, but before leaving, he glanced at the skull on the ground again.

The corpses of Serbian companions, naturally, will be taken care of, and the Albanian sentinels, will not feel guilty for this, they are just doing their duty.

At night, the view is blocked, and the knights in charge of guarding the gates of the forward fortress will not open the gate of the fortress because of a few sentries.

The bearings turned, and several of the defenders pulled the ropes and lowered a black iron cage from the fortress.

In normal times, this cage is used for enemies or prisoners, and the cage is hung at the head of the city, so that the people inside die slowly and painfully.

The iron cage was placed on the ground, and there were two skeletons inside, estimated to have been dead for several years.

The Albanian companion looked at the skeleton with some trepidation, afraid that after walking into the cage, what awaited him was the same result.

Davar didn't know the bottom of his heart, but he could only bite the bullet, pick up the key hanging on the cage, open the iron door, throw the two skeletons out, and enter it himself.

Seeing this, the Albanian companion could only go up with him, and kept praying to God in his heart.

The accident did not happen, and the black iron cage was hoisted to the head of the city, and Davar and his companions were taken to a stone house next to the city walls.

"Hello, my name is Litaman, let's say, what important news did you bring back."

A bearded man in chain mail followed him into the room and asked for information in Ottoman straightforwardly.

A large area of Argan, colonized by the Ottomans for many years, has many people who can speak Ottoman.

"I'm sorry, the Grand Duke wasn't there, so I won't say anything."

Davar was still the same little groom he used to be, and he knew what to do and when.

The bearded man looked displeased, glared at Davar and said in an accentuated tone:

"Tell me the information first, and after determining the authenticity and urgency, I will help you find someone!"

The bearded man has been through a hundred battles, and the Ottoman soldiers he killed are in the double digits, and a murderous aura is coming towards Davar.

Davar barely managed to hold on in the face of pressure, but his Albanian companions were not on the same side as him.

"The artillery of the Ottomans, which is about to arrive, intends to storm the forward fortresses!"

The heavy news was said by this guy in one breath, and the fierce look on the bearded face instantly turned solemn.