In the middle of the night, in the Ottoman makeshift camp, Mehmed II woke up from a coma.

The physical pain, the mental torture, made him miserable.

Several confidant generals, receiving the news, immediately rushed to the front of his subordinates, Mehmed II, had to hide all emotions.

The heir to the high Sultan, even in difficult circumstances, still maintains the pride he deserves.

His expression was cold, and he asked in an arrogant tone:

"How much did you lose in battle?"

"Three thousand six hundred Rangers, and, moreover, just received word that ......"

Kubanlu replied with a dejected face, and stopped halfway through speaking.

"Say, what's the news?"

Being seriously injured by a former male pet with a big iron rod, Muhammad thought that there was no news, and it was even more difficult for him to accept.

Kubanlu clenched his teeth and spit out the second half of the sentence from between his teeth:

"Fort Nico's was destroyed, in ruins, and there was no point in us returning."

"What!? Poof......"

Apparently this news was a huge blow to Muhammad, who tried to get up despite the severe pain, but only to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

The severity of losing a military town is far from comparable to the loss of 18,000 people, and even if he is the heir of the Sultan, he cannot afford this result.

"Your Royal Highness, you must take care of your health, everything can be discussed in the long run!"

"Yes, Fort Nico is ruined, but the land is still ours, and we can build a stronger fortress."

Several generals knew how bad the situation was, but they and Muhammad were already in the same boat, so they could only appease their master's emotions first.

"Pass my order, early tomorrow morning, march to Targoviste!"

Gasping violently, Muhammad gave the order with the last of his strength, and only by achieving great feats could he cover up his previous defeat!

However, Kubanlu, the most faithful, immediately objected.

"The morale of our army is low, and it is not suitable for us to fight again, and besides, your body needs time to recuperate."

"Shut up! There is no way back! Hurry up and ......."

Muhammad's eyes, like those of the evil spirits in the hell of Senro, looked at Kubanlu on the side.

Suddenly, there was a cacophony of shouts from all directions outside the tent.

"Attacked by night!"

"Hurry up! Get ready to meet the enemy! ”

It is not difficult to judge from the shouts that the source of the riots in the camp came from the Wallachian army.

……

The lighted arrows, like a rain of fire, fell into the Ottoman camp.

Tsepeš stood on a small dirt slope, binoculars in hand, scouting the movements of the Ottoman soldiers.

"Marquis de Yo, Count Clark, take five hundred vassals and standing cavalry to raid the southeast of the Ottoman camp.

Count Deepe Roy and Count Sandria, you lead the Swiss mercenaries and feint to attack the front of the camp.

I personally led the knights and knights' retinue and launched an offensive in the north-western direction. ”

Under the light of the fire, Cepes made the arrangement of the enemy camp clear, and immediately gave orders to the nobles around him.

Successive big victories, the orders given by Tepes, everyone chose to obey unconditionally.

The more than 5,000 soldiers brought with them quickly moved into three parts to storm the Ottoman makeshift camp.

Physically, the Wallachian soldiers were more tired than the Ottomans, but in terms of fighting spirit and morale, they were in an absolute advantage.

"Burn the infidels!"

"For Wallachia!"

"Long live the Grand Duke!"

Thousands of soldiers, shouting and charging, created the effect as if tens of thousands of people were raiding.

The Ottomans, who were already in a panic, turned into frightened birds under such a momentum, and the huge camp was in chaos.

The generals couldn't find the soldiers, the soldiers couldn't find their weapons, some shrank in the tents and didn't dare to come out, and some screamed and hugged their heads.

In short, in a short time, the Ottomans simply could not organize an effective defense.

……

In the big tent of the Chinese army, Muhammad heard the shouts outside and spat out another mouthful of blood.

There was no time for hypocrisy, he raised his left arm, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gave orders to a few henchmen.

"Beat the drums of war and let the soldiers build a defensive ring around my tent.

Let the Rangers leave the camp and line up on the perimeter, ready for a counterattack. ”

Even now, Kubanlu and the others, unable to take care of Muhammad's health, handed him over to the care of the servants, and hurriedly ran out of the tent to organize the men.

In the chaos, orders were difficult to convey, but the humming of cowhide drums could be heard clearly by the soldiers.

From near and far, Ottoman soldiers kept gathering, as if to materialize the sound of the cowhide drum.

However, even so, it is impossible for the Ottoman army to form up in a short period of time to counterattack, and Cepes has enough room to play.

In the northwest corner of the Ottoman camp, the horses and fences used for defense have been swept away.

Tsepes took the lead, leading more than a thousand cavalry and rushing in like a demon god.

On the outskirts of the camp, the Ottomans were at their most chaotic, like a scattered sand.

Where the cavalry passed, every grain of sand was ruthlessly crushed by iron hooves, and blood stained large areas of land red.

In addition to killing, arson is indispensable, and one camp tent after another is set on fire, and the raging fire reflects the camp as if it were day.

……

In the southeast corner of the Ottoman camp, the Marquis of Deyo and the Earl of Clark also successfully led their troops to kill them.

However, here, the defense seems to be tighter than in the northwest, and the most elite fiefdom cavalry is stationed.

Of course, this is only relatively speaking, the cavalry that rushed in was still the side that had an absolute advantage.

The small camp of the Marquis de Deyo and the Count of Clark, although they were not in the same league with Cepes, were on the same side in the fight against the Ottomans.

Two teams of cavalry, flowering on both sides, quickly reaped the lives of the Ottomans.

As for the Swiss mercenaries facing the camp, the momentum was quite huge, but there were no substantial gains.

The Ottomans, on the other hand, put the most energy into them.

Ten minutes later, the Ottoman camp had stabilized, and there were not many soldiers wandering outside the formation.

Tsepesh, who was leading people to kill, was keenly aware of this, and he took advantage of it enough, and he would take it when he saw it.

He took hold of the reins and ordered in a loud voice:

"Stop attacking! The rear team becomes the front team, evacuate! ”

Before entering the enemy camp, arrangements had already been made, and in less than three minutes, more than 1,000 people turned their horses and left calmly.

On the other side, Marquis Deyo and the others also felt the pressure increasing, and led people to retreat without the slightest hesitation.

The three groups of men and horses gathered together in a neat and orderly manner, and then maintained their formation, slowly moving away from the Ottoman camp.

Demoralized and unaware of the reality of the enemy army, the Ottomans did not dare to pursue at all, and could only watch the Wallachian army calmly retreat.

……

The sun dispelled the night, the light returned to the earth, and the five thousand Wallachian soldiers, arriving at the safe area, happily boasted of the previous night's victory.

A hot breakfast and a refreshing and clean quilt have long been prepared for them.

In contrast, the Ottoman camps were killed and wounded, and nearly half of the tents were burned.

Because of the fear of the enemy's comeback, even if he is tired, he must forcibly cheer up, and no one dares to rest.

Comparing the two, a night attack made Mehmed II completely lose the opportunity to turn the tables in the short term.