"You are the best fighters, and I hope that all of you will contribute all your strength to the future of Wallachia."

A penetrating voice sounded, without excessive praise or solicitation.

Tsepes's words are an expectation and an attempt to give them a sense of responsibility.

The soldiers present were all full of energy, and the vast majority of them heard Cepes's words in their hearts.

This responsibility will drive them to dedicate all their enthusiasm without reservation.

Of course, enthusiasm alone cannot last long, and when enthusiasm wanes, the benefits will be put in front of them.

At this moment, these soldiers are in the stage of surging blood, and talking about interests too early will have the opposite effect.

So next, Cepes directly ordered the task:

"At the beginning of May, there will be a large-scale training of recruits, and you will be selected as training officers.

At that time, each of you will be assigned at least 300 farmers.

Your task is to train them to become qualified warriors in the shortest possible time. ”

Not to mention training farmers, even if Tsepeshi is at this moment, let them go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire, these people will not hesitate.

There is even a small number of people who feel that training farmers cannot show their heroism, and feel a little frustrated.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do the task I have given you, because in the future, I will hand over the heavier burden to someone you can trust."

There is no need to talk about benefits, but the bait must be sown, and the appropriate benefits of the scale must be carried over in a word.

Even those guys who were not ignited in their blood instantly had motivation.

This was the end of the brief review, and with a look of encouragement to everyone, Tsepes turned and left.

Later, a court attendant, with two tailors who served the Basarab family, entered the sunset square.

Zartya went up to them and said in an old voice:

"Cooperate with the tailor to measure your figure, Lord Grand Duke, and make each of you a training officer's suit.

Little rabbit cubs, adults are so good to you, if anyone dares to live up to his hopes, Lao Tzu can't spare him! ”

The best effect can be achieved by giving favors and speaking them through the mouths of others.

In an instant, several soldiers were moved to tears.

There are also many people who understand in an instant that they are only one step away from soaring.

Two kinds of people, with different emotions, but they both have a common purpose, to work for Cepes at any cost.

……

In the Ajsh Monastery, Mirsa lies on a large soft bed.

His eyes were closed, and the eyeballs under his eyelids were rapidly moving from side to side.

Nightmares, nightmares that go on and on.

The kind gaze of a woman, the man without a look, the axe stained with blood, the holy light from the sky, the smiling Tepeche.

It starts with a good start and ends with a smile, but the process in the middle stimulates Mirsa's nerves again and again.

I don't know how long it took for him to finally open his eyes and get rid of his damn nightmare.

He sat up violently, took a big breath of fresh air, and pinched his thigh hard to make sure he had really woken up.

After doing all this, Mirsa wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and observed her surroundings.

"I'm awake."

But suddenly, in the darkness in the corner of the room, an old voice was heard.

Mirsa did not panic, for he could hear who the voice was from.

The person who spoke was the last admonishing elder of the monastery, the teacher of his teacher Marzad.

"Elder."

Mills greeted respectfully as he moved to get out of bed and salute.

But his body did not obey the call, and as soon as his center of gravity moved away from the bed, he fell to the ground weakly.

The old man, hidden in the darkness, turned a blind eye to all this, and said to himself:

"Mirsa, do you know what's wrong?"

Lying limply on the ground, Mirsa sorted out her messy memories, unable to distinguish between real and illusory.

"Mirsa, do you know what's wrong?"

The voice sounded again, as if not at all to give Millsa time to think.

"Elder, my brain is very messy, can you let me tidy it up first?"

Mirsa clutched her hair hard, a pained look on her face.

"In the past ten days, you have been tortured by your soul and have been able to wake up, indicating that God is willing to give you a chance at redemption.

Now, tell me right away, do you know what's wrong? ”

"I ...... I know wrong. ”

Mirsa's mind was a little clearer, and he remembered what the other party was asking.

More than half a month ago, he was taken back to the monastery by Marzad, drank many unknown drugs, and was tortured by his soul.

Returning to the arms of God, or falling with Cepes, is the core of the torture.

If he had been subjected to this kind of torture more than a month ago, he would have said whatever he wanted, without thinking about the consequences at all.

But now, he longs for a good life of freedom, and at the same time wants to understand the images that pop up in his mind.

So, he lied to the old man in the corner.

And the other party, watching him grow up, thought he knew everything about him, so he believed the lie.

……

The capital of Transylvania, the ancient city of Cluj-Napoca.

In Musa Rui Square, thousands of soldiers are gathering, and Yanos Hunyadi rides a tall black horse to inspect the soldiers in the square.

In terms of scale, Tsepes's review on Sunset Square is nothing compared to the scene in front of him.

These soldiers are the descendants of Yanosh, and they are about to go to the Serbian battlefield under the leadership of Yanosh.

Of course, Laszló V's direct troops, as well as the men of other Hungarian nobles, would all take part in the war and be under the command of Janos.

After the imposing review ceremony, Arnos gave his men a break to rest, he had other things to do.

Near the eastern gate of Cluj-Napoca, a team of 200 men is gathering here.

In the center of the procession, there were two gorgeous carriages, one of which had its curtain open, and a beautiful little girl was looking out expectantly.

The little girl has black hair, fair skin, and very delicate facial features, and she knows at a glance that she is a beauty.

At the front of the procession, a richly dressed and unrestrained-looking aristocratic young man, riding a white horse, was also looking in the direction of Musharui Square.

The boy has long hair, which flutters gently in the wind, except that the hairline is a little high, which is quite a match for the white horse that sits down.

The girl in the carriage was the eldest daughter of Janos, Emily Hunyati.

The boy on the horse was Janos's eldest son, László Hunyati, who was only fifteen years old.

Since Janos had to lead his troops into battle, the burden of escorting his mother, sister, and brother fell on his shoulders.

His mother, as well as his five-year-old brother, the famous Matthias I in history, were sitting in another carriage.

After a while, Arnos arrived with his escort, and far away, Emily, a beautiful little girl, rushed out of the carriage with tears in her eyes.

The door of the other carriage also opened, and an ordinary-looking lady slowly walked out with her five-year-old child in tow.