Nikoburg, Mehmed II, and many other Ottoman generals listened to the detailed report.

A man with a gloomy face, took a step forward, looked at Mehmed II and said:

"Fourth Prince, we can't let the Wallachians assemble in Bucharest smoothly.

I propose to send 3,000 Fengyi cavalry to take advantage of the lack of troops there and take them in one fell swoop. ”

"I agree with General Chaka that the plan to take Bucharest and crush the Wallachians.

At the same time, we can use that fortress as a springboard for our attack on Wallachia. ”

The Ottoman generals present all had rich combat experience, and some people immediately stood up to support the proposal.

The people then looked at Mehmed II, who was sitting on his hands, and waited for the young leader to make a final decision.

Sixteen-year-old Muhammad, with a serious expression, pondered for a moment, and he also thought that the surprise attack on Bucharest was a good chess game.

"At present, Fort Nico's three thousand eight hundred fiefdom cavalry, General Chaka, you lead them to take Bucharest in three days."

The two places were one hundred and twenty kilometers apart, and the cavalry rushed, and three days was enough.

Moreover, according to reliable sources, the total number of defenders of Bucharest did not exceed three hundred.

Launching an attack with more than ten times the strength of the force, there is no difficulty in winning, it is simply the credit of taking the initiative to send it to hand.

General Chaka, gladly accepting the task, no matter what the angle, Cepes's plan will be in vain.

……

Targoviste, nothing is known about the Ottoman plans for the raid.

Three thousand Swiss mercenaries, packed their bags, and were preparing to leave for Bucharest.

Of course, before you go, you need to make a trip to Flea Street.

On April 14, 1448 in the Julian calendar, as midnight approached, Flea Street was filled with all sorts of dirty trades, as usual.

Three thousand Swiss mercenaries gathered from the periphery of Flea Street to form an encirclement here.

Baron Karl, as the detective of the case, became the commander of the clean-up operation.

In addition to the mercenaries, there were several nobles, with their retainers, eager to try.

Among them, Earl Clark, who is nearly half a hundred years old, wears a dark black armor and bears the brunt.

He wanted to avenge his son with his own hands, and in order to participate in the operation, he even sent Carl a thousand gold coins, and at the same time thanked Carl well.

"The Grand Duke has an order, give the recalcitrant those who are killed!"

After everyone was deployed, Baron Karl waved his hand vigorously, and the mercenaries contracted the encirclement and rushed into the filthy flea street.

Seeing a mercenary break in, the flea street immediately became a mess, and they ran in all directions, trying to escape from here.

After all, people who hang out on Flea Street are either criminals or on their way to becoming criminals.

When they saw that there was an army encircling and suppressing them, their first reaction was definitely to flee.

Thousands of people, running wild through the narrow streets, stampedes could not be avoided.

Those who were drunk and sleeping on the street were the first to fall into bad luck.

Others, too, were not much better, and as the encirclement narrowed, some began to revolt.

And the result of the rebellion, obviously, was chopped into flesh by a sharp sword.

Count Clark, who killed the red-eyed, killed people when he saw them, regardless of men, women, and children.

Carl, who was not far away, had no intention of stopping him, after all, he had received money from others and enjoyed the scene very much.

The smell of blood grows stronger on the flea streets, and the people here realize that they are about to die.

As a result, people rushed into the shops on the street, hoping to find a glimmer of life with the help of buildings.

But the difference in strength between the two sides is too big, only a few hundred thugs, how can it be compared with three thousand elite mercenaries.

The illegal bar was breached, and the head of the bar owner was cut off and thrown into a beer keg by someone.

The stolen dens were breached, the Jewish appraisers were blinded in both eyes and their tongues cut out.

The killer intermediary was breached, and several brokers were cut from behind.

The weathered place has been breached, hundreds of women have been controlled, and the mercenaries have money, and these women are ready to take over the big business later.

By this time, more than 400 people had been killed and more than 200 had been arrested in half an hour of the operation.

In the entire flea street, only slave shops and fighting arenas remain, and they are still stubbornly resisting.

In the basement of the slave trading ground, in the deepest office, Cryvoli was pale, and there was a deep wound on his left shoulder that showed bones.

"Lino, you take two people to hide in the secret room, and wait for the limelight to pass and leave."

Cry Furley knew in his heart that he would surely die, so he commanded Lino, who bandaged his wounds.

"You are the head, more important, I am the finger, can be sacrificed."

There is a clear division of labor and a strict status system.

Between the mind and the fingers, if you have to choose a sacrifice, it must be the fingers that die.

As a thug in the community, even if he knew that he was going to die, he had to give up the chance to survive to Cry Furley.

However, Cryvoli sneered and said:

"It's going to be locked down for at least a week, and with my current injuries, there's no way I'll survive.

I know the rules better than you, and if I can live, you must die. Unfortunately, I can't live anymore. ”

Weeping Fuli was very calm, Lino nodded and did not refuse, they knew very well that if they came out to mix, they would have to pay it back sooner or later.

Lino took two cronies and hid in the secret room of the slave shop, and stayed to die.

Since Wallachia's independence, the Liberal Society has been raided many times, so naturally there is a plan to save the lives of key people.

Fifteen minutes later, the arena of life and death was breached, and none of the more than thirty Slavic thugs, a dozen battle hyenas waiting to play, and more than three hundred unlucky spectators survived.

On the mercenary side, there were also casualties, seven mercenaries died, 12 were seriously injured, and more than 100 were lightly injured.

After a few minutes, the slave shop was cleared, and more than 30 handsome young men and girls were rescued.

At the same time, more than 80 buyers were caught, and these guys all have assets and status.

According to Tepes, these people were not killed, but they had to pay a huge price if they wanted to regain their freedom.

In the deepest part of the basement of the slave bar, a sturdy door was locked from the inside.

Weevoli took off his shirt and leaned back in the soft seat, drinking the water of life as if nothing had happened, he wanted to enjoy the last few minutes of his life.

With a loud bang, the door was slammed open, and Baron Karl and Earl Clark rushed in with dozens of people.

"Earl Clark, welcome to you, but unfortunately, the store can no longer serve you."

Obviously, Count Clark was a regular customer of the slave trade, and the sweet-tasting maiden was always his favorite.

However, compared to the dead beloved son, a lowly slave girl is nothing at all.

He took a step forward and roared at Weefelly:

"Damn fellow, I'm going to kill you and avenge my dear son!"

For a moment, Cryvoli's expression froze, and although the conversation was brief, it was enough for him to realize that he had carried the black pot for others.

"I ......"

He wanted to explain, but unfortunately he never had the chance again, a feathered arrow, nailed to his forehead, pierced his brain.

It was naturally Baron Karl who made the shot, and Tsepes instructed him that the case must be handled as a death case, and only dead people would not refute it.

Count Clark was a little annoyed that he couldn't stab the enemy, but he was relieved to think of Baron Karl and help him find out the real culprit.

Of course, one day in the future, when he knows the truth, I am afraid that he will be angry to death.

……