One hundred and thirty corpses is the price of killing three hundred Ottoman soldiers.

Covered with white cloths, they lay quietly in the sunset square.

With a heavy face, Tsepes walked over to the first corpse, got down on one knee, and gently lifted the white cloth to reveal the face of the deceased.

It was the corpse of a teenager, with a hideous expression on its immature face.

He died in a fight with the enemy, and even if his heart stopped beating, his fighting spirit did not cut half a point.

"Davar, what is the name of this little brother, do you know?"

"His name is Skenya, and I recruited him from a village in the old empty town."

Davar, who was not far away, immediately gave the answer, for each person recruited, he remembered the name and appearance, as well as the place of the call.

Tsepes nodded slightly, and then with both hands, he put the white cloth back in its original position.

He then got up and walked over to the second corpse, repeating the same movements.

One hundred and thirty men, of whom twelve were Swiss mercenaries, twenty-seven were common people, six were nobles, eight were clergy, and the rest were all conscripts.

The name of the conscript, which was told to Tepesch by Davar, and the name of the Swiss mercenary by Captain Goffin.

Through the inquiries of several court officials, the names and ages of the dead people were all known.

clergy and nobility, all kinds of information are more accessible.

In this way, Tepes got to know all of them.

Covering the white cloth sheet on the last corpse, he slowly got up, and with angry eyes, he looked at the group of embarrassed nobles opposite.

All the noble ladies and ladies have been accompanied by the waiters to change their clothes and fix their hair.

Those who remained in Sunset Square were all aristocratic lords who controlled real power.

These guys, tall, short, fat and thin, the only thing they have in common is that they all own large territories.

"Today, I met 130 new people whose lives are forever fixed in this moment.

Some of them are from far away Switzerland, some have served God since childhood, some are in their best years, and some are dying.

They gave their lives for the country, so I invite you! I invite you! Remember them forever, my noble lords. ”

Cepes's tone was calm, and near the end, the sudden outburst of emotion made him aggravate his tone and roar angrily, and the whole person tensed up.

And in the end, all his strength seemed to be drained, and with a slight sense of powerlessness, he spoke out.

Then, with a sparkle in his eyes, he continued:

"I ask you, remember all of them, because compared to them, you noble lords are nothing!"

Silence, long silence, Tsepes stared at the nobleman opposite, and did not speak.

And these noble lords, no one spoke.

Some of them were ashamed and bowed their heads silently.

There are also people who are full of indignation, but it does not show it on their faces.

"I know some of you will think that it is just civilians who are dying, and it is not a big deal.

Perhaps only the six nobles who died are worthy of your remembrance, and the others are just dust.

You can think so, but remember that all the honor you have now is earned by your ancestors, like them, through battle and sacrifice. ”

There was another long silence, and Tsepes wanted to give these noble lords enough time to think.

These people in front of them occupy two-thirds of the land of the principality.

Although I don't want to admit it, Wallachia wants to revitalize, and in a short time, these people are indispensable.

"Your ancestors, through their sacrifices, earned you privileges.

Now, I ask you to think about whether you deserve this privilege yourself.

Cowering like a coward, fighting like a scoundrel, going to take refuge in different foreign powers like a speculator.

In many cases, you have treated the civilians of your own territory many times worse than the damned Ottomans. ”

Tsepeš was silent again, and this time, someone from among the nobles stepped forward.

"Your Excellency, Grand Duke, we are not as unbearable as you say.

Maybe on the terrace, we did have a bad performance, but that doesn't mean we can't be good lords.

At least until now, the people in our territory are alive and well, and they can all eat. ”

A young nobleman with a bruise on his right eye socket retorted to Cepes's words.

The aristocratic lords around him, some nodded silently, and some showed approval, and they all felt that this young man was very good.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe......"

There was a sneer, which made the expressions of the noble lords suddenly gloomy again.

The sneer, naturally, was Tepes, who continued:

"It makes sense, it seems that all the commoners are being fed by you noble lords.

All the commoners are lazy guys, they don't need to work hard, they don't need hard farming, as long as there are you nobles, they can have food.

You're not stupid, use your brains and think about it, is the situation really like I just said!? ”

A rhetorical remark exploded in the minds of the aristocratic lords like a thunderbolt.

The young man who had just refuted Tsepesh showed a surprised expression directly, and he wanted to continue to refute, but he was speechless.

"Come to think of it, it's not that you're feeding them, it's that they're feeding you.

The food they grow, the clothes they cut, everything you nobles enjoy, all comes from the commoners you look down upon.

If one day, farmers no longer plow, artisans no longer produce, do you think that your life will still be as comfortable as it is now? ”

Silence, this time a real silence, both in mouth and in heart.

Some nobles, on a cold winter day, break out in cold sweat on their foreheads.

Some nobles, their brows furrowed, and their bodies involuntarily trembled slightly.

They understood the meaning of Tsepes's words, and they began to panic, began to be overwhelmed, and even fell into deep fear.

Looking at the performance of this group of people, Cepes nodded slightly, and the goal had been basically achieved.

He didn't want to carry out any reforms, he just wanted to scare and scare these self-righteous aristocrats from a high-level perspective.

As the largest landowner in Wallachia, Cepes would not smash his job.

So, he then changed his tone and continued:

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't panic, leading others is actually a kind of work, and it is also a kind of 'senior work'.

But if this work is not done well, everything you have now will be lost.

And I, as God's chosen monarch, have been guided by God to know how to do this 'high job' well, and at the same time can guide you.

For loyal subordinates, I will never be stingy, and I am willing to give them my money.

And the question is, how can I be sure that you are 100% loyal to me. ”

Tsepes had been on the terrace before, supported by countless commoners, and now, he wanted these nobles to support him unconditionally.