General Chaka was furious, and if his anger was materialized, it would be a little more violent than the flames in the fortress.

"Shameless Wallachians will only use such vile, inferior means!"

"Damn it! There's a kind of head-on hard hit! ”

Staying in the fortress to be roasted, rushing out of the fortress and being killed, General Chaka looked up to the sky and roared, but unfortunately it did not have any effect.

It had been six or seven minutes since the flames were lit, and the trapped Ottoman soldiers felt like they were about to be roasted dry.

Even if you are unwilling, you must make a decision, and there is no time to hesitate.

"Charge! Charge the door! ”

The Ottoman cavalry, wearing blindfolds for their horses, passed through the sea of fire like a torrent of steel.

More than 30 horsemen rushed out first, winning more living space for the people behind.

The overwhelming horse's hooves, for a moment, actually suppressed the power of the flames.

Their bravery deserves to be rewarded, but courage is still weaker than wisdom.

Two sealed clay pots, drawing a graceful arc in the air, fall onto the hard stone pavement.

Rumble! Rumble!

With two quick sounds, flames erupted, and the people and horses who were stepping on the fire out of the city were swallowed up in an instant.

The thirty or so horsemen who ran out first had no combat effectiveness of one out of ten, and they were quickly disposed of by the mercenaries.

The exit flames became more intense, and the dead centaurs became obstacles, making the charge more difficult.

At this moment, the will of the Ottoman soldiers collapsed on all fronts, some blindly rushed into the fire, others jumped off their horses, knelt on the ground and prayed in the direction of the holy city.

The fire was still burning, and it was clear that the gods of the Ottomans could not control the land.

The Swiss mercenaries stood guard at the door, disposing of the Ottomans who rushed out, and when the fire at the exit weakened, they would 'add fuel and vinegar' to the inside.

Half an hour passed, and no Ottomans rushed out again, not even wailing.

Three hours later, the fire was gradually extinguished, and the sun had already risen on the horizon.

The Bucharest military fortress is like a match that has just been extinguished, steaming up endless white smoke.

"Get ready for the cleanup."

Zaltya coldly gave orders, and then covered her mouth and nose with a damp linen cloth.

More than 200 mercenaries also acted in the same way, and they made ample preparations for today's operation.

Zartya then drew her sword and walked to the entrance of the fortress with her hands clenched.

Tyron Marshall followed him, gesturing to his subordinates and moving forward in the same formation as he had been training every day.

Two hundred mercenaries, one hundred and fifty, entered the fortress, and the remaining fifty continued to guard the exit.

Although the fire has been extinguished, the temperature inside the fortress is still very high, making it feel unbearable heat.

In the air, the smell of burnt burning, even if there is a wet linen cloth covering the mouth and nose, still makes people sick.

On the ground, there were charred or dried corpses everywhere, and the hideous and terrifying appearance of death told people what kind of pain they had endured.

The mercenaries searched the entire military fortress and determined that there were no living mouths, including the nineteen Wallachian veterans who had been left behind to set the fire.

Nineteen corpses were carried down from the various arrow towers and arranged in a row in the open field.

As for the janitor, the janitor whose throat was cut, the body could not be found. The fire has burned for too long, and I am afraid it has turned into ashes.

Zatya led the people, mourning for the dead veterans for a minute, and then began to clean up the corpses in the military fortress.

A real iron-blooded soldier takes death very lightly, whether it is his comrades or himself who lie down, it is only the inevitable result of a cruel war.

And most importantly, victory.

After a few hours, the battlefield was cleared, and all the Ottoman corpses were thrown outside the fortress.

Many of the corpses, destroyed by the fire or burned to pieces, cannot be counted.

Roughly calculated, at least 3,7800 Ottoman cavalry were wiped out in the flames.

Twenty self-inflicted losses and three thousand seven eight enemies were killed, which can be described as an epic victory.

Zartya, who had experienced a failure, listened to the figures reported by the soldiers, and a pair of old eyes gradually became cloudy.

Tyron Marshall and others were also full of palpitations, and their awe of Cepes reached the extreme.

After venting his emotions for a while, Zartya calmed down, and the task assigned by Tsepes was not yet fully completed.

"Go to twenty people, cut off the heads of the enemy, load them into cars and transport them to Targoviste.

Others went to the nearby villages to find the people and asked them to repair the fortress.

Here, it is still the first line against the Ottomans. ”

Zartya conveyed Tsepes's order, and on the side, a mercenary asked puzzledly:

"Aren't you going to give up here? What to do if the Ottomans come again? ”

"If you want to be burned by the fire again, then they can come." Zaltya replied.

"Do we still have Greek fire?" The mercenary asked.

"Almost run out." Zartya replied easily.

"How can you set fire to the Ottomans without Greek fire!?" The soldier was still puzzled.

"Hehehe, just suffered a huge loss, do you think the Ottomans dare to gamble again?

We are stationed here, lest we send someone to tell them that the Greek fire is running out, and they will not dare to come easily. ”

The head of Zatya's analysis was Dao, and the mercenaries thought about it carefully, and they all thought that what he said made sense.

The loss of more than 3,000 people in World War I and the fact that they died so badly will be a huge blow to the morale of the army.

It takes a lot of effort to stabilize the morale of the army, and it is impossible to take another risk and surprise attack Bucharest.

The mercenaries no longer have doubts, everything is going on in an orderly manner, those who should cut off their heads will be cut off, and those who should be looking for people will be looking for people.

After lunch, hundreds of husbands were transferred from several surrounding villages and towns, and the corpses of Ottomans piled up into a hill were so shocked that they were speechless one by one.

After the shock, there was great joy in the heart, and the supreme worship of the great Grand Duke.

For many years, the Ottomans have been their nightmare, and at this moment, it is the Ottomans who should be afraid.

Feeling uplifted and more energetic to do the work, the military fortress damaged by the fire was repaired at a rapid pace visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, news of the First Battle in Bucharest spread like a virus in Wallachia.

Although Tsepes was far away in Targoviste, he was the protagonist of the whole battle.

The Grand Duke used a clever plan to lay a trap and kill nearly 10,000 Ottomans.

Three thousand eight hundred, which is nearly 10,000, should not be considered nonsense.

Of course, there were many people who were skeptical of the rumors until they saw with their own eyes the convoy carrying the heads of the Ottomans.

Great feats are worthy of praise, and the wise and powerful Grand Duke is a holy light spread by God to the world.

Under the rendering of those who have a heart, Tsepes once again made the identity of God's patron.

As the news spread, the whole country of Wallachia was boiling, and both Orthodox and Catholic Europe were singing the name of Cepes.