"In the name of God, I have given you the sword of God, and may you take the sword to protect your people."

While Tsepes knelt down, the tall monk beside him, holding a long sword in both hands, handed it to Apaca.

When Apaca had finished reading the message, he took the sword with both hands and handed it into Tsepes's hands.

In coronation, according to national traditions, ceremonial items vary, and the saber counts as one of the more common.

But basically, all of them are unopened ritual swords.

And the one that Cepes took was obviously carefully polished, with a sharp blade that could easily cut off the heads of his enemies.

The sword was hung by Cepesz at his waist, and Apaca on the opposite side took a thick book.

"In the name of God, I have given you the book of wisdom, and may you use it for the good of your people."

The thick book, handed to Tsepes, was held under his arm with one hand.

The holy book and the holy sword, implying the martial arts, are a good wish and blessing.

Next, Apaca held up the ancient silver crown with both hands and continued to say the greetings on behalf of God.

"Christ Jesus Almighty, I have heard your call to proclaim Vlad III by your will. Tepes, became the new Grand Duke of Wallachia. ”

Bearing the laurels of generations, worn by Apaca to the top of Cepes's head.

In an instant, the terrace and the square erupted in deafening cheers.

"God bless Wallachia!"

"God bless the great Vlad III!"

The nobles who loved this land, all the enthusiastic people, kept chanting these two slogans.

Cepes got up and glanced at the people on the terrace with a blazing gaze, and finally, his eyes collided with Braye.

He nodded slightly, signaling to Braye that everything would follow according to the two of them as agreed.

He raised his left hand to signal the people on the terrace to be quiet, then parted the crowd and walked to the edge of the terrace.

The cheering crowd in the square also fell silent, ready to listen to the speech of the new Grand Duke.

"I, Vlad III. Grandson of the great Mircia I, son of the brave Grand Duke of the Dragon.

Today, I am the guardian of Wallachia, and here I promise everyone that I will protect Wallachia with my life and will not let you down! ”

The words of Cepes were impassioned, and the cheers of the people continued to sound one after another.

There are those who shout hoarsely, and there are those who burst into tears, and looking at Cepes on the terrace, people's hearts are full of hope.

However, when the cheers had subsided, Cepes continued to speak in a grand manner:

"On this great day, I have one thing to announce to you!

I would like to announce an appointment that my good friend, the Envoy Blaye from the Ottomans, will be the new Prime Minister of the Grand Duchy of Wallachia! ”

"God bless the ......"

The people, who were a little sluggish, continued to cheer, but halfway through the shouting, they all lost their voices.

On the terrace, in the square, there was silence.

The people whose hearts had just risen with hope took a sharp turn and all fell into deep despair.

Tsepes's speech, which was not yet over, continued to chant to the people:

"Now, I would like to invite Special Envoy Bulray to give you a few words."

Tsepes turned his head and smiled at Braye, and the atmosphere on the scene became more depressing.

Bulaye walked out of the line with a smug face, waved to a few nobles who were inclined to the Ottomans, and came to Tepes's side.

Looking at the people in the square, he cleared his throat and said:

"Dear friends, the Ottoman Empire and Wallachia have always been mutually beneficial and win-win relations.

All the agreements we have made have been beneficial to Wallachia, and at the same time to the benefit of the Ottoman Empire, and even to the Balkans as a whole.

I believe...... Yes! ”

Braye told the lie he had thought of for a long time, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became, but suddenly, a sharp pain came from his right calf.

His right calf hurt and he couldn't support his weight, and Braye fell to one knee.

Immediately after, the pain came from the Achilles tendon of his left calf, and he fell to his knees.

Enduring the severe pain, I looked back and saw that the Achilles tendon of my legs had been cut off by the roots, and blood was flowing everywhere.

Looking up, he saw Cepes, who was smiling kindly.

However, Tsepes held the sword in both hands, and thick blood dripped down the blade to the ground

"What are you doing here!? You ......"

Confused, frightened, and angry, the emotions in Brayer's eyes were extremely complicated.

He asked the doubts in his heart, and Tsepes gave him the most direct answer.

"It's not obvious enough, I'm going to cut off your dog's head!"

"And what did you just ......?"

"It's nothing, just trying to amuse you, my Prime Minister."

In reply, without giving Braye a chance to continue speaking, Tsepeš used all his strength to swing his two-handed broadsword and slash at Braye's neck.

Once, twice, and in the third stroke, Buraya's dog head detached from his body, and all kinds of emotions in his eyes were completely extinguished.

Wiping the blood from his face, Tsepes bent down, picked up Buraya's head, and held it high to show to the people in the square.

It all happened so suddenly, so suddenly that people couldn't believe what was happening in front of them, including the Ottomans present.

"Wallachia! Banzai! ”

Looking at the people in the square, who were at a loss, Tsepes used his best strength to tell everyone that what had just happened was not their hallucination.

"Long live Wallachia!"

"Your Excellency the Grand Duke is unparalleled in the world!"

The people who reacted cheered with all their strength, and the previous feelings of loss were swept away.

"Kill the Ottomans!"

Seeing that the emotions of the people were aroused, Tsepes threw Bulale's head from the high terrace in his hands.

At the same time, mobilize the masses to vent their anger on the Ottomans in the square.

In fact, the moment he made his move, the battle with the Ottomans had already begun.

The clergy on the terrace pulled out their hidden weapons from their monks' robes.

These old men, women, children, without hesitation, rushed to the Ottomans standing in the corner.

"For Wallachia!"

"For my dead son!"

"For my husband who was killed by you bastards before I saw the child born!"

On the terraces, people were slaughtering, and some of the real clergy, too, were looking for weapons to join the fight against the infidels.

The situation of the aristocracy is more complicated.

The nobles who were inclined to Hungary were so excited that they began to look around for weapons.

Of course, they were not aimed at the Ottomans, but at the nobles who were inclined towards the Ottomans.

There are a few guys who don't even look for weapons at all, just roll up their arms and sleeves, and excitedly rotate their fists.

The nobles who were inclined to the Ottomans were somewhat overwhelmed, and some of the more shrewd ones had already begun to plan to switch sides.

But for now, in order not to be beaten, they still gathered together and made a defensive posture.

The self-reliant nobles, some of whom directly joined the warband, rushed to the Ottomans.

Some came to Tsepes, in the name of protection, but in fact they came to sing praises.

The scene on the terrace was chaotic, and even more so on the square.

Many onlookers armed with halberds came out of the crowd and caught the already confused Ottomans off guard.

Under the guidance of these men, and at the instigation of Tepes, the more than 200 Ottomans who maintained order in the square were simply not enough to kill.

PS 100,000 words, Brother Qiang's first step goal is completed, and the next step will be to enter the national development stage.