The afterglow of the setting sun puts on a golden coat for the sunset square.

Two little children, laughing and playing in the square, their happiness, which makes adults envious, can never be obtained again.

Three adults with different moods are on the sidelines at the moment, having a heated discussion.

"You really disappointed me so much, I want to officially take back my previous words, your patience and strategy are far inferior to your father!"

Lady Mary's expression was sad and angry, and her words were very unkind.

And as the target of these words, Cepes looked indifferent.

The Ottoman envoys have all had their heads cut off by me, and what is the big deal if I kill one more tax collector.

In order not to stiffen the relationship, Cepes just complained in his heart, while Bogdan on the side directly attacked each other.

"Sister, what a great job little Fra has done! If you don't praise him, forget it, why belittle him! ”

"He's not called a stick, but a fool!

From our point of view, he really struck the Ottomans and at the same time received a large sum of money.

But if you stand on the side of the Ottomans, they not only lost money, but also killed people and, most importantly, lost face.

The behavior of the little Fura set a very bad example for all the enemies of the Ottomans. ”

What Madame Maria was trying to convey was well understood by Cepes, but it was clear that Bogdan did not understand.

He asked with a puzzled expression:

"Wouldn't it be nice to block the Ottomans? No problem! ”

Lady Maria, knowing the intelligence of her half-brother, could only patiently explain:

"The Ottomans, in order to save face, in order to bring the surrounding countries into submission, they will launch endless retaliation.

It was not until Wallachia perished, until the very bad example of Fra the Younger was killed, that the matter would end. ”

After listening to his sister's analysis, Bogdan suddenly realized that the consequences seemed to be really serious.

And Cepes is still indifferent.

"Mother, please zoom in a little bit and don't just look at what is in front of you.

If I don't, the result will be a slow death, and I might as well fight for it. ”

"Can you fight it!"

Lady Mary said this not in a questioning tone, but in a very positive tone.

"I don't know, but as we talked about before, my choice is to pierce the enemy's body directly, rather than be obscure like my father.

In short, there is no room for manoeuvre, and what we should do is to think carefully about how to deal with the Ottomans. ”

With different visions, different patterns, and different approaches, Tsepeš doesn't want to engage in meaningless discussions.

Bogdan on the side, at this time interjected:

"If you can't beat it, run away, it's all to me, there will always be a buffer time of a few years."

"Uncle, I won't run, the previous strategic plan, I told you, as long as it is operated properly, the Ottomans will not be allowed to get benefits.

Hungary, Constantinople, Morea, Albania, as my mother said, the Ottomans had many enemies.

As long as these enemies exist, they can draw the forces of the Ottomans and give us space to live. ”

When it comes to necessity, in order to survive, Cepes will choose to back down, but not now.

"Alright, that's all for now, everything goes according to plan, Uncle Bogdan, I wish you to become the Grand Duke of Moldova as soon as possible.

The pressure on the Ottoman side, I will withstand it on my own and not let me be distracted, which is the greatest help. ”

Taking control of Moldova at the lowest cost, such an excellent plan, will certainly not be abandoned by Tepes.

With that, he saluted his mother and uncle, and turned to leave.

"What about Radu? He is still in the hands of the Ottomans, should he be sacrificed? ”

As he was about to walk out of the square, Lady Mary's voice rang out again, her palms and backs covered with flesh, and it was impossible for her not to care about the safety of her other son.

"Radu will be fine, he is more accepting of the Ottoman culture than I am, he has blended in there.

So, after the Ottomans killed me, he was the best successor, and the Ottomans would not waste this pawn. ”

His words were not perfunctory, Tsepes was telling the truth, and in three years, Radu was much more comfortable than him.

Back in the office, the small half of the space has been occupied by various account materials.

Without the slightest slack, Cepes planned to comb through all the information overnight.

However, the sun had set, and it was too dark in the house, so he searched around his office, but could not find a candlestick, or a pine oil lamp.

The long rope was pulled, the bell rang, and the waiter, Mussad, immediately opened the door and came in.

"Why don't you have a candlestick in the room, didn't you prepare it in advance?"

"My lord, there should be candles, but maybe because the office has not been used for a long time, Ramke, who is in charge of candle management, has been negligent for a while, so there have been some mistakes in the work."

In the middle of the question, Moussad's words sounded like an explanation, but Tsepesh felt like he was throwing the blame.

Then, a thought came to his mind.

As for the robbery of the Ottoman taxes, it is entirely possible to blame for it, Arthur reported that they had encountered the guerrillas of the Bolgars.

Two days ago, I received news that Baron Stout's family had died tragically at the hands of the Bolgars.

As much as I find Baron Standt annoying, he is also a lord under my protection, and the Bolgars must be punished.

If it is operated a little, I wonder if it can make the guerrillas of the Bolgars the main culprits in the robbery of tax revenues.

Throwing the black pot on the Bolgars can not only weaken the Ottoman revenge, but also use the Ottomans to fight the Bolgar guerrillas.

The office was lit by candlelight, and Cepes was full of wisdom and began to lay out a plan in his head.

Two days later, the victory celebration was held as scheduled in Harvest Square.

There are three large squares in Targoviste, namely Sunset Square, Temple Square, and Harvest Square.

Sunset Square, a place for some high-class social events, was only available to the aristocracy.

In the square in front of the palace, it will be used to announce some major events, or to gather troops to go on the expedition.

In normal times, if civilians come here, they are chased away by soldiers.

Harvest Square is a public place, where some large-scale celebrations will be held, and it is a place for ordinary people to revel.

At this moment, tens of thousands of people gathered in the harvest square, and the streets next to the square were also full of people.

The opening juggling and free beer did play a big role in attracting civilians.

But people come here and focus on their most noble idol, Vlad III. Master Tepes.

A few jugglers, having finished their performance, hurried to the side from the high platform at the front of the square.

Then several servants brought a large bundle of woolen red carpet and laid the carpet with their hands and feet.

A loud trumpet sounded on both sides of the front of the square, and at the same time, Tepes, dressed in armor, appeared on the red carpet.

The trombone sounded three times, and Cepes had already occupied the center of the high platform, gathering countless admiring gazes as one.

The original noisy sound in the square also disappeared immediately, and if anyone dared to make noise at this time, they would definitely be beaten to death by the indignant people.

Scanning his gaze firmly around the week, Cepes began his speech.

"We, the brave Wallachians, we, are born warriors......"

As to how to stir up emotions, Cepes, who had been trained by the modern propaganda apparatus, was far ahead of his time.

A few encouraging words opened, and the people in the square immediately boiled.

And then, what he has to say is the point.

"Even the Bolgars, who were so timid that they dared to hide in the mountains, had the audacity to rob the Ottoman taxes.

How could we, the great Wallachians, not have the courage to challenge the authority of the Ottomans! ”

In his remarks, Tsepeš spoke impassionedly and justifiably, and lightly arranged the robbery of the Ottoman tax to the Bolgars.

As for whether he can successfully transfer hatred, he doesn't care, who is designated as a robber depends entirely on the Ottoman sultan, who he wants to make all this.