The black cat lay lazily on the back of the 'Deshui', and his eyes were full of disdain, as if he were mocking Tsepes on horseback.

The cat riding the black donkey, at this moment, is more aristocratic than the grand duke riding on the black horse.

Of course, Tsepes didn't bother with a cat, and soon he set his eyes on the big face of 'Deshui'.

Probably sensing the gaze, 'Deshui' turned his neck, and a donkey's face was facing Cepes.

Then it opened its lips, revealing its big teeth to show off its might, which matched the eyes of the black cat on its back.

"Deshui, is this your new girlfriend?"

Thinking that there must be adultery between this cat and a donkey, Cepes joked very seriously.

For this kind of ridicule, the two 'people' concerned showed disdain, and neither of them answered.

"If you don't speak, I'll just take you as a default. Your girlfriend needs the name of your God's Favored One to save her life. ”

Tsepes is not simply joking, the black cat must have a strong enough backer to avoid the fate of being burned to death.

I was about to call a few soldiers to make up a story for them and make an identity for the black cat that could stay in the palace in the bright light.

As a result, Captain Goffin hurried over, followed by a limping Wawrinka.

Bloodshot eyes, chapped lips, anxious expressions, mud-covered clothes.

That's the state of Wawrinka right now, and all of this sends a very bad signal to Cepes.

He put away his smile, walked over quickly, and asked bluntly:

"What's the trouble?"

"Camping last night, encountered heavy rain, the guide said......"

"A bolt of lightning struck, and a cypress tree was struck ......"

"The mercenaries say that this is a journey of bad luck, and no one will survive if they continue to stay in Wallachia......"

"Rest for half a day, they will go back in the afternoon, I can't persuade them, I ......"

Wawrinka was flustered and spoke very messily, but he could understand the general meaning.

Cepes's expression became more and more solemn, and he wanted to complain about the basic common sense of people in this era.

In a thunderstorm, drilling under a tree in the open field is simply dead.

Taking a deep breath and driving the idea of complaining out of his mind, he asked:

"Where are they now? How long will it take to return and leave? ”

"To the west, about ten kilometres from Targoviste.

I didn't sleep all night last night, and I need to rest for at least half a day before I leave for Switzerland. ”

Wawrinka made it clear that when the day was just dawning, he couldn't convince his mercenaries, so he quickly came to report the news.

The problem is very tricky, the Swiss mercenaries are the main force in the current fight against the Ottomans, and if they don't do anything, all plans will be in vain.

"Goffin, go and call Marzad."

After a moment of silence, Tepes made up his mind that the mercenaries must be left behind, regardless of coercion or inducement.

A few minutes later, Marzad was called to the stable by Goffin, and at a glance, he saw the black cat on the back of the 'Deshui'.

"It's not a witch's pet, it's a friend of the patron, to be served with good food and drink."

Although the matter was urgent, when he saw Marzad's appearance, Tsepeš still casually flickered.

Then, in a commanding tone, he continued:

"Let all the people of the hermitage in the city go to the west gate to gather and prepare for battle."

"My lord! Fight!? "Fight!?"

Without waiting for Marzad to answer, Wawrinka and Goffin asked questions at the same time, all with incredulous expressions on their faces.

Unlike them, Marzad asked two words very calmly: "Why." ”

"Do as I say! You and Mirsa are just tools! ”

Not only did he not explain, but Tsepes was very aggressive, as if to prove to Marzad that he had nothing to do with Mirsa.

Without harming the interests of the Church, without involving Mirsa, Marzad is well placed to play the role of his instrument.

Without further questioning, he nodded and said:

"See you outside the West City Gate in twenty minutes."

With that, Marzad glanced at the black cat again, and then quickly left.

Only Wawrinka and Goffin remained, still looking at Cepes with puzzled faces.

"Don't look at me like that, remember, I'm your employer and I don't need to report to you."

Tsepes remains strong, and in special times, he must show the momentum that a grand duke should have.

He looked at the two Swiss with burning eyes, and continued in a commanding tone:

"Go and lead the two horses, and come with me to Simon to assemble."

Leaving the two of them with a majestic look, Cepes tightened the saddle, and the tall and divine black horse led him quickly out of the palace of Curthea.

Wawrinka and Goffin looked at Tsepes's back, and their eyes were full of fire.

"Damn it!" Goffin couldn't help but curse.

"Hey...... In the end, it's my fault, and I can't do it, and I'll apologize with death. ”

At the moment when the lightning struck the tree, Wawrinka's dream of becoming a military contractor had been ruthlessly shattered.

At this moment, both of them were in mixed moods, but in the end, they took two horses from the stable and rushed to Targovis Steymen.

……

In the city defense barracks south of the city, Knight Eric smiled brightly, and after the rain stopped in the middle of the night, after an all-night work, the barracks were finally repaired.

Eric and the soldiers, all exhausted, all had heavy bags and dark circles under their eyes, and they were estimated to be able to snore as soon as they touched the bed.

"Well done, take the time to rest, new friends are coming, and when they see us like this, they will laugh at us."

Eric was in a good mood and joked with his soldiers, but as a result, someone in the crowd shouted inexplicable questions.

"Knight, who the hell is staying there? After a busy night's work, you can't know who is coming. ”

"Shut up! The people who can keep us busy all night, must be a group of very lucky guys!

Stop asking questions inexplicably, and if anyone has a lot of energy, go and stand guard at the camp gate! ”

Eric was also wondering where the three thousand soldiers came from to stay in Targoviste.

……

West of the city, ten kilometers away.

The lucky bunch of the guys in Eric's mouth came out of the damp tent one after another, all listless.

A few dozen meters away from the camp, there are 37 corpses wrapped in white cloth, who were victims of the lightning strike.

"What bad luck!"

A young guy tried to light a firewood that had been wet with rain, only to drop the flint to the ground in frustration.

"Bob, don't light the fire, our team will return immediately and leave this hapless country."

A man in armor and about thirty years old came to the young man who wanted to make a fire and brought orders from the mercenary captain.

The improvised mercenary group collapsed, and all the mercenaries present acted as units of the previous squad.

The young mercenary picked up the flint on the ground and dismantled and packed the tent as fast as he could.

And at this moment, a team appeared on the horizon, drawing everyone's attention, and the youth also stopped what he was doing.