The sound of the cannon was intense, interspersed with the sound of continuous explosions, and it was even audible that it was not caused by the shells.

In this era, solid bullets were still used, which would be lead bullets or stone bullets, so what could cause such a continuous explosion should be the damage caused by when the shell hit.

Tzepes looked back in the direction of Sophia's palace, and his feelings were complicated.

Although it was Ladislas II who brought Sophia into Bucharest, for whatever reason, he was one of the first Balkan nobles to recognize and follow Sophia in the beginning.

Unlike the Greeks of Djilas, Cepes knew exactly what he was looking for from the beginning, but even so, his relationship with Sophia was more of a friendship.

But now that the two of them have not only parted ways, but even killed each other, Cepes is not a person who pays attention to personal feelings, but he can't help but feel a little gloomy when he looks at the fire.

He had never entered Sophia's small palace, which had been the result of a near-complete break between Sophia and him and Ladislas II, so he had never entered it, but he knew that the palace was strong, and it would be very difficult to take it with ordinary troops, and once the Montina army stationed at the fortress of Buchur received news that it was supporting Alexander, a fierce civil war would break out in Bucharest.

That's why the king sent the black army to attack at night, and even more so on this impossible night when everyone thought that a truce with the Ottomans had just begun.

Now that there is artillery, Sophia's house should not be able to withstand the attack, but Ladislas II actually used artillery in the city, which surprised Cepes.

Bucharest is the capital of Wallachia, and Cepes has fantasized more than once about being congratulated on the throne of Bucharest Castle, and now listening to the series of explosions, he can't help but be surprised and annoyed.

Montina's army, who had heard the news from afar, had noticed something strange in front of the city gates, and they began to line up quickly, while in the darkness they could see groups of agile soldiers appearing in front of the group.

"Attention, muskets!" Apes immediately shouted, his Wallachians could not fully enter the city, but were watching the Ottomans from outside the city, and because of the need for secrecy, the only one who really knew what was going to happen tonight was the army he led.

After all, even Wallachians are not necessarily trustworthy.

Therefore, he can bring not many troops to intercept the Montina, but fortunately, the Montina should have only heard that there was a disturbance in the city and sent people to come, and they may not even know what is happening, and they also have to monitor the Ottomans outside the city at the fortress of Bukur, and it is impossible to send more troops to reinforce the city.

Cepes shouted as he prepared to run to the front of the group, and since it was a sneak attack so far, the Montina people should not know what was happening, so Cepes decided to delay the other party as much as possible.

He believed that if the king's side succeeded, the foreign armies would be panicked by the loss of their leader, and then they might return home in a hurry without having to fight.

It's just that the shadows flickering on the opposite side are unsettling, which makes Chipes instinctively shout a warning to the soldiers in front while preparing to find an excuse to stall for time.

And just as he was shouting, a dense burst of gunfire had suddenly sounded from the opposite side.

Cepes never thought that these Montina troops would suddenly open fire without giving him any chance to delay time, and the moment he was shot and fell to the ground in his horse, a ridiculous thought flashed in Cepes's mind: "Could it be that I was attacked?" ”

"What's going on?"

At the sound of a violent explosion, in the Bucharest Castle, Ladislas II, who was standing in front of the window and looking at the distance, couldn't help but ask such a stunned question.

He turned his head to look at the retinues standing behind him, trying to get answers from them, but seeing their equally dazed expressions, the king's heart suddenly swelled with unease.

The Black Army had artillery, and this army was not only well-equipped but also not old-fashioned, so in addition to being equipped with artillery, the use of muskets was much more advanced than that of most countries of the same era.

However, after being disbanded by the Hungarian aristocracy, many of the black armies had become mercenaries of various sizes, and even the army retained by Ladisla II, although it did have artillery, did not come to Bucharest with bulky equipment that was not easy to transport.

What's more, this is in the city, and they are going to sneak attack, whether it is to openly fire artillery in such a place, or to swagger through the market with that kind of big guy.

So what's going on with this shelling?

Ladislas II was stunned at first, then his heart suddenly moved, and he immediately looked out of the window, just as he heard a second burst of heavy cannons.

Ladislas II's face changed instantly, and although he couldn't see clearly because it was night, he was sure from the flickering light of the fire that it was still some distance away from Sophia's small palace.

If the Blacks had used artillery, they would have been attacking the strong-looking house, or fortification, for the king knew that the Count of Montina had renovated the house after buying it for Sophia, which made it look more like a small castle.

But now the place of the explosion is clearly far from Sophia's residence, and if not Sophia's palace for the attack, then on the street or somewhere?

And when did the Black Army have artillery?

The king's face turned a little pale in an instant, and he thought of a dangerous possibility, but he felt incredulous.

The other party is already ready?!

"Go see what's going on!"

Ladislas II ordered his opponent loudly that neither he nor his men could come forward until the sneak attack was inconclusive, according to the previous plan, so that if the sneak attack happened or if one of the important people escaped, he could completely blame the matter.

After all, many of the disbanded black army have become mercenaries, so anyone can become the murderer of the Greek princess.

Ladislas II believed that many Balkan nobles did not want to see a truly powerful Greek princess as much as he did.

It's just that some people hope in their hearts, but he can really do it.

But all this is when the other party is defenseless, if the other party is already prepared, or if the other party is prepared, then will it only be against his attack?

The king instantly sensed the imminence of danger, and he kept ordering his men to check what was happening, and at the same time, ignoring the nobles who had already heard the news, he immediately led the men to the high ground of the castle.

"No way, no no," Ladislas II muttered in a low voice, and as he climbed the tower of the castle and saw most of the city below, looking at the nearby streets, which were in chaos but showing no suspicious signs, the king first exhaled, and then immediately commanded the people around him, "Go and tell all the nobles that there may be traitors among us, that we must be prepared for a possible attack by the Ottomans, and that all armies must guard their lines." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Looking at the retinue that was quickly leaving, Ladislas II took a deep breath, smelling the faint smell of burnt paste in the air, and he looked anxiously in the direction of Sophia's quarters.

Ladislas II knew that the Balkan nobles should have known what was going on by this time, and what he had just said was telling them to make a choice.

Whether to support themselves or to support the Greek princess who may stand on top of them in the future.

There was another fierce cannon fire, and by this time Ladislas II was already sure that the cannon sound did not belong to the Black Army, because if you pay a little attention, you will find that the distance of the shelling is closer.

The sneak attack turned into a street fight that no one could have imagined, and the king instantly sensed the seriousness of the situation.

There was a muffled sound of "bang~", and as the barrel dispersed a thick smoke, the gun mounted on the gun mount suddenly shook backwards, and the wooden wheels bumped back a few steps on the potholed road.

In the darkness, a black shadow suddenly crossed the street, and the sturdy-looking wooden door of a house not far away burst instantly, and the scattered sawdust crackled, and through the light of the fire that had been ignited in the house, several bloody soldiers could be seen falling to the ground, either silent, or rolling in pain, screaming and groaning.

"That's a good cannon!"

Gompati shouted loudly, fanning his hand in front of his eyes to dispel the pungent smell of gunsmoke, as his gaze fixed on a group of black troops on the opposite side of the street who were trying to retreat.

"Let's see what other miracles there are."

Gompati turned his head to look at another cannon he was familiar with, the barrel thickening from back to front, and the petal-like muzzle of the cannon seemed ready to devour life.

Another shelling, this time not even as loud as it sounded before, but the damage caused by this cannon was extremely terrifying.

At close range, almost completely flat shells instantly caused a terrible catastrophe in the opposing ranks.

The dense lead bullets carried a huge tearing force through the crowd, the surrounding walls were smashed and scattered, and many people did not even have time to scream, and a part of their bodies had been suddenly pierced by the oncoming shotgun, or simply tore away from their bodies.

"Advance!"

Gompati's mouth burst with a callous order, and under the cover of a group of musketeers, several cannons still spitting smoke creaked and creaked, and wooden wheels crushed the ground with blood stains and slimy stumps as they slowly advanced through the streets.

Behind the artillery, more grenadiers lined up in horizontal columns in the streets, and the jet-black muzzles of their guns marched forward silently.

At this time, the streets were already in shambles, and several houses that had been reduced to rubble by solid bullets were either burning or crumbling.

With a rumbling sound, a house that had been half of its walls smashed suddenly collapsed, and the smoke and dust instantly enveloped the nearby street.

No one could have imagined that Alexander would have been prepared for this sneak attack, and no one would have thought that the other party would dare to openly use artillery in the city.

Bucharest was the first patriarchate to be officially recognized after the fall of the traditional five patriarchates, and it would take nearly 120 years for the Patriarchate of Moscow, the self-proclaimed successor of Roman politics and religion, to be established.

It is also the capital of Wallachia, the burial site of the brothers of St. Cyril, and the great city that defeated the conqueror Mehmed II!

But it was such a place of great importance to the Balkans, a city as beautiful as the legendary Hanging Gardens of Babylon in the eyes of many, that on this night in May 1499, the streets were filled with cannons.

"Open fire."

Gompati's voice was no longer as agitated as before, his eyes were only on the enemy opposite, and he even seemed to hear the terrible tearing sound of the limbs that had been crushed to the point of being completely indistinguishable as the flat-fired cannonballs pierced through the opposing ranks.

The musketeers crouched and stood, a whole line of bullets whizzing towards the enemy on the opposite side.

The Black Army also had very sharp firearms, and at one time the density of firearms prepared by the whole army was higher than that of any army of this era.

But at this time, they were already stunned.

Although they were confused when they began to encounter attacks, they quickly stabilized their position, and the stubborn will of the black army not only kept them from collapsing immediately, but even some of them were able to launch a counterattack while the enemy was reloading.

But this brave move was completely crushed by the cannons.

When they saw the artillery on the opposite street, the soldiers of the Black Army only had time to show a trace of astonishment, and then before they could react next, the terrifying shells fired by Ping had already passed through the street and pierced a terrible alleyway of flesh and blood in their ranks!

What happened next turned into a massacre.

No one could rush through the streets, and the black mercenaries' mutilated limbs from lead bullets and stone shells were strewn across the streets, and the spilled entrails clattered to the ground, so that when the grenadiers stepped forward, there was a terrible popping sound under their feet.

Finally, the black mercenaries, who had been driven to the river and jutted into the open ground on the bank of the Dembvica River, stopped retreating, and they gathered tightly together to form a tight line of defense.

Gompati exhaled deeply, he was actually tired of such slaughter, for him, the joy of the battlefield was to destroy and tear the oncoming enemy with artillery, not to take life with near-murderous means.

The sound of gunfire in the distance made Gompati prick up his ears.

He knew that this should have come from the direction of the fortress of Bukur.

"Surrender or die!" Gompati shouted loudly to the black army mercenaries on the opposite side, who had no way out, "You have proved your bravery with your actions, and no one will discriminate against you if you surrender now." ”

There seemed to be a commotion in the ranks of the mercenaries, but it soon calmed down.

Then the black soldiers in black armor began to line up, their bat-wing guns and spears pointed straight at each other, while the musketeers slowly raised their arquebuses.

One of the commanders walked to the front of the line, looked at the muzzles of the guns pointed at them not far ahead, reached out and touched the cross on his chest, whispered a prayer, and then drew his sword from the ground next to him.

"It's stupid." Gompati let out a helpless sigh as he looked at the few cannons lined up around him, slowly raising his hand.

The sword of the black army commander on the opposite side was also raised, and just as he opened his mouth to give the last order of his life, the commander seemed to hear the Montina officer on the opposite side quickly shout: "Fire!" ”

A few sparks suddenly lit up from the guns of the guns on the opposite side, and then with a muffled sound, the smoke rose!

Gompati looked blankly ahead, the pungent smell of gunpowder almost suffocating, and he raised his hand to dust off the sparks that burst into the hole in his sleeve, which had splashed out of the medicine pool during the cannon fire.

Rows of muskets were firing pieces of lead bullets, and the smoke of gunfire had completely blocked the view from the front, but this did not prevent the grenadiers from killing, and it was enough for them to keep shooting at the enemy who was charging at them.

There were also sporadic gunshots from the opposite side, but soon the gunfire on the opposite side quickly died down as a few shells burst through the smoke screen.

"Stop!"

One of the grenadier captains saw Gompati's gesture and immediately pulled the whistle around his neck and blew it hard, the shrill whistle piercing the night sky until the seemingly endless gunfire fell silent.

When the smoke cleared, there was no longer a standing figure on the other side, and some of the people who fell to the ground were not dead, but they kept letting out sharp or low moans, some of them kept struggling, the pain had made them lose their direction, and some even moved desperately towards the Kosenza army.

"Go help them." Gompati whispered.

The Kosencha drew their swords, and they walked to the clearing, where they began to search the corpses for breath, then slitted their throats cleanly.

Looking at the figures who kept bending down to grab a head and cut their throats with a knife, Gompati exhaled the sullen breath that had accumulated in his chest, he didn't like it, it seemed to him that it might be appropriate for the Moor or someone else, but it was not for him.

But there was no way to do it, for it was the Count's order.

As the last mercenary had his throat slit, the clearing fell silent, and a soldier brought to Gompati a banner with a hand holding a hammer with only arm armor.

Gompati glanced at the flag, picked up the torch next to him and lit it silently, and the flag was quickly engulfed in flames.

"Let's go," Gompati said to the officer beside him, and he looked back again at the corpse-strewn clearing, then turned and led his men in the direction of the castle.

At this moment, a ray of early summer morning light pierced the darkness and faintly appeared in the eastern sky, and after a terrifying night, a new day came.

But when the morning light drove away the darkness and finally shone on the clearing by the Dembvica River, it was a cold and stiff corpse reflected in the magnificent light.

The last unit of the Black Army of King Matthias I of Hungary disappeared forever.