A military operation was carried out to clean up Flea Street, and at the same time, a military operation was underway at Fort Nico.

Three thousand eight hundred Fengyi cavalry and Fengyi retinues gathered outside the ancient castle by the bright moonlight.

Because of horsepower, combat power and many other factors, the Rangers did not participate in the operation.

General Chaka, the head of operations, stood in front of the group and looked around, then raised his head and looked at the window at the top of the castle.

There, in the bedroom of Mehmed II, the young commander-in-chief, was standing at the window watching all this.

He nodded slightly to General Chaka and gave final authority to tonight's military operation.

"Pum Adley, you lead a thousand men and open the way in front as a vanguard.

When you see the Wallachians, you can't let go of any of them. ”

General Chaka gave the order, and a guy with a falcon-like gaze came out of the ranks.

"Target, Bucharest, go!"

The military quality of the cavalry and the retinue of the fiefdom is only higher than that of the knights and the retinue of knights. Moreover, they are more disciplined.

A thousand pioneers, from the two Ajakbes, had not conducted any drills before, but they acted and cooperated just right, without panicking at all.

One thousand cavalry took the lead, and two hours later, General Chaka led the remaining two thousand eight men out of the Fort Nico camp.

From Nicoburg to Bucharest, the distance is one hundred and twenty kilometers, and the road is flat and flat.

Without sparing any horsepower, within twelve hours the army could reach the city of Bucharest.

Of course, marching to fight is not an endurance race, and it is more normal for cavalry to march and walk fifty or sixty kilometers a day.

At its strongest, the Mongol cavalry, with at least three horses per person, marched only about 90 kilometers a day.

From the banks of the Yangtze River, it took three months to rush to Bulgaria.

Three thousand eight hundred Ottoman cavalrymen, maintaining physical strength, horsepower, and combat strength, hurried in the dark, rested in a secluded place without people during the day, and marched sixty kilometers in one day.

At midnight on the third day, the vanguard was less than a kilometer away from Bucharest.

Pum Adli told the soldiers to dismount and rest, while sending out sentries to clear the surroundings of Bucharest.

The troops of all sides in Wallachia are on their way to Bucharest, and the fastest one will probably not arrive in half a month.

Far water can't quench the thirst of the near, not to mention that the original two hundred and thirty defenders in Bucharest, of which there are two hundred and ten, were transferred to escort supplies to prepare for the big battle later.

A military fortress with only twenty old and sick people left, the resistance is equivalent to that of a nursing home or a kindergarten.

……

Targoviste, Bishop Mitte visits the Palace of Curtea late at night.

In the office, he hurriedly took out a small note from his cuff and put it in front of Cepes.

"The carrier pigeon sent the news that the Ottomans were planning a surprise attack on Bucharest!"

Bishop Mitte was so anxious that he didn't wait for Cepes to read the note, but gave the message directly.

The Orthodox Church is deeply entrenched, and there are many forces that can be mobilized in addition to the monastics.

"Oh? Muhammad, boy, is he in such a hurry? ”

The fire burned his buttocks, but Tsepesh was not in a hurry at all, and spread his hands as if he didn't care.

Everything is in his calculations.

Open information, open military deployments, Bucharest on the bright side, was the bait to attract the Ottomans.

A few days ago, Tsepes inspected the 165 junior officers he had trained, and their instructor, Zartya, was not present.

Among the Swiss mercenaries, there was also a missing squad, and Tillon Marshall, who had been knocked out of his mouth, led his men to leave Targoviste on the day he received the news from Davar.

……

One kilometer outside the Bucharest military fortress, General Chaka led his men and horses to join the vanguard troops.

"The surrounding area has been explored, and there is no leakage of news."

Pum Adley confidently reported to General Chaka.

"From the vanguard team, select fifty good men, sneak in by night and open the city gates.

Others, muzzled their horses, approached the fortress, ready to charge at any moment. ”

Acting at night is to facilitate the capture of the city gates, otherwise it would be an idiot's act to storm the fortress with cavalry.

The siege cavalry project was either to take the city gate or to secretly open the city gate

Drag it to the edge of the city, cover your horse's mouth, be fully prepared, be ready for a strong attack,"

An hour before dawn, the Ottomans were ready to deploy, and fifty men dressed in black quietly approached the low wall of the military fortress.

Inside the fortress, there was no resistance, and no one noticed that the Ottomans were using rope hooks to climb over the wall.

The guy who lurked in and touched the city gate very smoothly, a dozing veteran, whose throat was ruthlessly cut.

The veteran's mouth was covered and he couldn't make any sound. However, there was no fear of death in his eyes, but a look of anticipation.

The Ottomans moved unusually well, the gates of the city were wide open, and more than 3,000 wolf-like cavalrymen swung in with broad-backed sabers in their hands.

They wanted to drink blood with their knives, but unfortunately, they galloped around the fortress without even looking at a living person.

At this time, a Wallachian veteran stood on the arrow tower and roared.

"Ignition!"

The more than 200 soldiers who were sent to escort the supplies only thought that this was a simple escort mission.

The 20 old, weak, sick and disabled people who remained knew very well what they had to face.

Bucharest is a trap, a trap of blood and fire.

Greek fire, in the East people called it fierce fire oil, while in Rome it had many names.

The fire of the sea, the man-made fire, the mobile fire, the fire of defense, etc., in short, Constantinople was an expert at playing with fire.

Wallachia, as the sphere of influence of the Orthodox Church, can naturally get some of it.

Zatya and Tyron Marshall left Targoviste with the aim of bringing the Greek fire to Bucharest in time and setting up a trap.

With the roar of the veteran, the soldiers hidden in the towers everywhere drew their short knives one after another, cutting the tight long ropes around them.

Jars of fire oil, under the action of the mechanism, were either thrown into the center of the fortress or landed at the key entrances and exits.

In addition to the fire oil, the corners of the horns are also stacked with things that cause fire.

The purpose is very clear, the Smans are 'raw' in, and they must be cooked out.

"What does this smell like!?"

Jars of Greek fire broke one after another, and the strong smell filled the fortress, and this was the breath of the god of fire and death together.

A small flame, rising from the bell tower in the middle of the fortress, an unknown veteran, smiling and throwing the spark down.

A similar scenario took place nineteen times in the fortress, and it was clear to those who lit the fire that they would be roasted into jerky with the Ottomans.

However, no one hesitated to pull a few thousand Ottoman cavalry to accompany the burial, they were worth dying!

In an instant, the flames engulfed Bucharest, and the Ottoman cavalry who rushed into the fortress were trapped by the flames, and the cries and neighing of horses were incessant......