The night was deep, and the sound of snoring was intertwined with the crackling of dry wood burning in the campfire.

Ten figures, creeping out of the dilapidated linen tent, were like ghosts, without making a sound.

With only half a day's journey from the border, the Ottomans were very relaxed, and the night defense work became slack.

Only five horsemen, absentmindedly on horseback, loosely lined up in a circle around the camp.

At dinner, they were poured a stomach full of wine, and now the wine is coming up, and they are in a trance, and the upper and lower eyelids are constantly fighting.

Suddenly, a disheveled fellow strode to the edge of the camp.

This guy made a lot of movement, so even if he was sleepy, several Ottoman cavalrymen immediately looked at him.

Facing the Ottoman gaze, the man generously took off his pants, pointed to a few wild flowers on the side of the road, and began to water and fertilize.

With disgusting expressions on their faces, several Ottoman cavalrymen immediately withdrew their gaze.

However, at this moment, they felt a tightness in their waists at the same time, and they were pulled off their horses by a huge force.

The first ten figures had already quietly touched their side, and with the help of a few of them, the moment their attention was diverted, they launched a surprise attack.

In a group of two, one hugging the waist, the Ottomans were dragged off their horses with lightning speed.

The other person, with the task of being more important, was to cover the mouth of the Ottomans before they shouted.

From hugging the waist to covering the mouth, there is only one second, and no mistakes are allowed.

As for the rest of the matter, it couldn't be simpler, whether it was slitting the enemy's throat with a dagger, or roughly and directly twisting the neck, there was no problem.

With the skillful Swiss mercenaries, they didn't give the Ottomans a chance, they didn't have time to warn, and they were already out of breath.

The guy who irrigated the wildflowers gave a thumbs up to the mercenary on the other side.

At the same time, among the more than 30 broken linen tents, people kept getting out.

"You guys, go and control the horses, and don't let the Ottomans take the opportunity to escape on horseback."

"A few of you, in charge of the tent on the far left, you ......"

The mercenary captains, Wawrinka and Goffin, quickly assigned tasks to their mercenaries, and they took out a sharp sword and halberd from the mezzanine under the truck.

Everything went according to plan, however, people were not as good as the sky, and in the distance in the night, a series of torches appeared.

"What's going on? Who is coming? Could it be that the receiving force came from Ottoman territory? ”

Looking into the distance, more and more torches lit up, Goffin stared at Arthur and asked a barrage of questions.

At this moment, Arthur was also confused, he narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.

The person who came held a torch took the initiative to expose his situation in the dark night.

It can be seen that the people who came did not ride horses, but in groups of three or five, and their movements were very unruly.

This kind of army is definitely not an Ottoman, Arthur touched his chin and quickly thought about the identity of the other party.

"They're guerrillas of the Bolgars, damn it, they met these bastards!"

Arthur's cousin, Baron Karl, gave the answer first, and looked at the person with angry eyes.

The enemy of the enemy, not necessarily a friend, the partisans of the Bolgars, perfectly illustrate this.

The Bolgars, after a few hundred years, were generally called Bulgarians.

In 1396 Julian calendar, the Kingdom of Bulgaria was occupied by the Ottoman Empire.

Many unwilling Bolgars, who did not submit to the iron hooves of the Ottoman Empire, formed one guerrilla after another to fight a war of attrition against the Ottomans.

At first, they were able to exert some influence on the Ottomans, but later on, their power became smaller and smaller, and they could no longer fight the Ottomans.

In order to avoid being completely strangled by the Ottomans, the guerrillas of the Bulgars, withdrew from the territory of the Kingdom of Bulgaria and entered the territory of Wallachia.

In the first few years, they spent money on food, and later they simply became robbers.

From time to time, some small villages were sacked by the Bolgar guerrillas, and some small lords could not escape their clutches.

As soon as a large force comes and clears these guys, they will burrow into the Carpathians and wait for the limelight to pass, and then come out to plague the Wallachians.

Baron Karl's domain, a few years earlier, had been robbed by the Bolgar guerrillas.

So as soon as he saw these guys, Carl immediately recognized them, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Almost every year before the onset of winter, it is the most active period for the Bolgar guerrillas, who have to prepare supplies for themselves for the winter.

However, according to common sense, the guerrillas of the Bulgars had absolutely no courage to rob the Ottoman tax collectors.

Each guerrilla unit numbered about 500 people, including men, women, and children, and the number of guerrillas that could really be regarded as combat strength was just over 200.

Moreover, compared to the Ottoman cavalry, their individual combat effectiveness can only be described by the word 'scum'.

You should never expect a guerrilla unit to have a high fighting quality, as can be seen from the fact that torches are lit from afar.

It is very likely that they appeared at this time, and they regarded the team escorting the tax as an ordinary caravan.

Caravans are more likely to be targeted than small villages.

Sometimes, they snatched enough money that they could even mercifully spare the merchants in the caravan.

"What should we do now, keep moving, or hibernat."

Wawrinka didn't know much about the Bolgarian partisans, so he left the decision to Baron Karl.

Baron Karl thought for a moment and said:

"Put the weapons back for the time being, wake up these Ottomans, and when they drive the Bolgars away, we will take the opportunity to do it."

"I don't agree, if they do, the Ottomans will definitely get on their horses, and when the battle is over, they will most likely choose to travel overnight.

It is because of their slackness that we have the opportunity we have now, and once the Bolgars sound their alarm bells, we can only confront them head-on.

The opportunity was fleeting, and the Ottomans were the real threat compared to the Bolgars on the other side. ”

Arthur's tone was a little hurried, and he made a different opinion, he and the Bolgars had no previous grudges, and the decisions he made were more objective.

Baron Karl wanted to kill the Bolgars as much as possible, thus ignoring what Arthur mentioned.

Wawrinka and Goffin, both experienced mercenary captains, immediately had judgments after listening to the accounts of Arthur and Baron Karl.

"According to the previous assignment, while the Ottomans are not woken up, everyone hurry up."

"Kill the Ottomans, then line up and take on the beggar-like guys on the other side."

Wawrinka and Goffin gave the order, and one hundred and twenty elite mercenaries quietly entered the Ottoman tent.

"Ahh "Ahh "Ahh

Blood stained the tent red, and the screams shattered the silence of the night.

The Ottomans, undreaming of something happened, and in their sleep, quietly fell into hell.