Dark clouds cover the top, torrential rain is like a waterfall, and the bright red mixed in the soil is carried away by the flowing water, leaving no trace.

Three days had passed since the battle on the left flank, during which time the right flank had also been broken by the Ottomans.

However, because of the timely response of the mountain fortresses and the forward fortresses, the casualties were not too large, and the casualties were about 2,000 people.

As for the conscripts of the 8,000 vassals in Wallachia, more than 1,000 people fled to the mountain fortresses, and a few hundred were scattered in the surrounding areas.

According to statistics, Wallachia's loss of 6,000 soldiers may not be a big deal in this era of human life, but Cepes's heart is like being stabbed.

However, in this dangerous place, he must show perseverance, show cold-bloodedness, and show impersonal feelings.

Because only in this way can you be a qualified commander and make those with bad intentions fearful.

Therefore, in the past three days, Tepes has only done one thing, to rectify the remaining people, and to make a desperate posture for everyone.

The Wallachians are angry, and it is better to stay away, otherwise they will become the target of anger.

The signal was clear enough that no one dared to provoke trouble, including Janos Hunyadi, whose plan failed.

The failure to borrow the Ottoman sword and successfully get rid of Tepes made the tyrant very annoyed.

But because he had just suffered two defeats, the coalition forces could not make any more trouble, and he could only temporarily let Tepes-An'an live.

Moreover, an old acquaintance, Count Barthori, with a bounty of supplies, was sent to calm the mood of the Wallachian soldiers.

"Your Excellency the Grand Duke, this is a letter of condolence from the Prince, let me pass it on to ......"

Although Count Bathory was young and impulsive, he still had the most basic instincts, and he always had a humble smile on his face when he spoke to Cepes.

It's a pity that Tsepes didn't give him this face, and he changed his character from the original earth leopard to a mad dog who bites anyone.

"Shut up! Leave things behind, you take your letter of condolence, and immediately give Lao Tzu a fuck! ”

The unceremonious attitude made Bathory not know how to answer, and his eyes couldn't help but drift to Amanda on the side.

"My lord, Mr. Bathory is also kind, why don't you let him stay for the time being."

For her admirer, Amanda has mixed feelings and doesn't know what choice to make.

However, at least there is still a good feeling, so I naturally said good things for him.

Looking at Amanda, the afterglow glanced at Bathory, Tsepes thought that there was a good show to watch, but on the surface, he snorted coldly and turned away, which was regarded as acquiescing to Amanda's request.

When Cepes walked away, Bathory came to Amanda with a shy smile.

"Thank you, beautiful lady, for helping me just now, please allow me to have lunch with you and thank you for your help."

Bathory sends out an invitation, which makes Amanda embarrassed, and he wants to agree, but he doesn't think it's appropriate.

There was no need to make a decision, because Bathory had already made the decision for him.

"That's it, beautiful lady, I'll go pick a beautiful bouquet of flowers and decorate our table."

The sweet story with a little bitterness begins in such a way that the Duke of Da'an, who is far away in Targoviste, not only does not care, but even sends blessings.

In this era of religious pressure, people cannot divorce, otherwise the two would have been freed long ago.

As for the story of what will happen after dinner, Tepesz specially sent two hermits to quietly get the news.

I'm not gossiping, it's to prevent this from being a beautiful man's plan arranged by Yanos, the Polish army is my bodyguard, and I can't let people seduce me away.

Tsepes found a reasonable reason in his mind for his bad taste, and returned to the camp to wait for the report.

……

Targoviste, St. Mary's Church, a grayish-white dove, stirring a few tired wings, falls into a pigeon coop full of water and food.

Bishop Mitte walked briskly, grabbed the pigeon in the palm of his hand, and took out the secret letter from the small wooden pipe tied to the pigeon's leg.

"The army was defeated, suffered heavy losses, Tsepes escaped safely, and Yanos Hunyadi did nothing else for the time being."

The power of the Church should not be underestimated, and what happened in Kosovo, in three days, the news will be on the table of Patriarch Apaca.

"Humph! Janos Hunyati, a Catholic bitch, is fortunate to have been prepared in Tsepes, otherwise our plans would have been shattered. ”

Apaca tore up the small note, and the expression on his face was like a thousand years of ice, which made people feel cold all over their bodies when they looked at it.

Then he said to Bishop Mitte:

"Tell the Kosovo Church to use shadows when necessary to give Janos Hunyadi some deterrence.

But remember, keep your senses, it's still useful to keep that damn guy. ”

Apaca waved his hand, Bishop Mitte nodded and left, and all forces competed in Kosovo.

Similarly, in Targoviste, many new forces are surging undercurrents.

The Roma of Coppersmith Street have been very dishonest lately, and some families with a long tradition have suddenly united.

Centered on Coppersmith Street, they gradually expanded outward, and every time they encountered hard stubble, the people of Flea Street would find various reasons to intervene.

All the troubles were cleared by Flea Street, and there, it became the sphere of influence of the Roma.

The clown, using the official power behind Flea Street, cultivates wings that belong only to him.

And the only one who can unite the Roma is one man, the witchcraft queen Isasor.

The clown is in the light, Isasor is in the dark, and the plan for the rise of the Roma is carried out in an orderly manner

The real master behind Flea Street, Stefan, who aspired to be the godfather a few months ago, is unaware of all this.

A teenager is a teenager after all, and even if he can achieve extraordinary achievements in the future, he can't change the fact.

At this time, Stefan was obsessed with collecting debts, and he found that lending money to foreign countries was really a good business.

The earliest banking industry has appeared in Venice, Florence and other commercially developed areas, and Stefan heard some rumors and was quite interested.

This kid is doing this exploration, counting money every day, which is much more comfortable than pretending to be a bad guy with a calm face.

……

At the forward fortress of the Kosovo coalition army, Tepes's face was gloomy, and just now he was in the army, and he heard some very bad rumors.

In other words, someone revealed the truth of the matter to the soldiers, and the so-called rumors are not lies.

The soldiers said that Tepes, sacrificing them, took the Poles with them, and fled from the prepared route.

The Grand Duke, whom they respected, actually used his compatriots as cannon fodder, survived with the Poles, and the surviving soldiers immediately blew up.