Skanderbeg had seen shameless people, but he had never seen them before.

The previous cooperation made him recognize Cepes's ability, but after a few words, the slightest goodwill he had just given birth to was gone.

However, for the sake of the face of victory, he did not refute, nodded sullenly, and did not publicize it to the public for the time being, and the role played by Cepeshi in the sneak attack plan.

At present, he was still in Ottoman territory, and a quick evacuation was of the utmost importance, so Skanderbeg retracted his mind and worked out the safest route based on what he knew about the Ottomans.

There were 500 people when they came, and there were less than 400 left, and whether they could all go back in the end was a question mark.

The sound of horses' hooves came and went, and they ran twenty or thirty miles in one breath, and a group of Ottoman cavalry, about a hundred men, galloped from the opposite direction.

The Ottomans had the means of sending messages by falcons, and the cavalry scattered in various places rushed to the scene of the incident.

The team in front of him should have happened to meet them, not deliberately to surround them.

Since they have encountered it, the Ottomans must all be killed, and as long as one person escapes and goes back to deliver the message, it will be overwhelmingly surrounded and intercepted.

The Albanian mountain people, and the Wallachian hermits, rushed over desperately, and more than a hundred people were divided to form an encirclement in a roundabout way.

The two teams collided together, and blood burst out in an instant, and the real battle was so simple and fast.

Kill or be killed, the result is different and the probability is the same, the dead fall, and the alive will soon usher in the next choice between life and death.

The combat power of the Ottoman cavalry should not be underestimated, and the previous surprise attack on the transport team won in a 'strange' word.

At this moment, there was a head-on collision, and the combat strength of the two sides was half a catty, and a large number of people died quickly.

After only five minutes, the battle had a result, with all the Ottoman cavalry killed and the coalition side losing about the same number of casualties.

Sure that there would be no Ottomans to deliver the message, Tsepeš and his party had to leave behind the corpses of their companions and continue on their way.

For five hours, running without regard for horsepower, the war horse was bleeding viscous sweat, and even if it did not die from the lack of electrolytes, it would be a waste horse in the future.

Finally, before dark, Tsepes and Skanderbeg led their men and horses to meet the troops who had come to meet them.

The heart of the car fell to the ground, the speed of the cavalry slowed down, and the mournful roar of the war horses sounded, they burned their lives to complete their mission.

In this regard, the receiving troops had already prepared and brought 500 spare war horses, but in the end, only more than 270 horses were used.

In other words, there were more than 230 people who did not succeed in coming back.

The troops continued on their way, and after about an hour, they entered the forward fortress, where Janos Hunyadi and his men were waiting.

The good news, which had already been sent over by the messengers, greeted the welcoming procession of the triumphant division, and their faces were filled with indescribable joy.

"Old man, you've worked hard this time."

Janos Hunyadi approached, hugged Skanderbeg vigorously, and then looked for it in the crowd.

He was looking for Tsepes, but Tsepes did not enter the forward fortress with the hermit at all, and went straight back to his left forward position.

On this kind of showy occasion, no matter how far you can hide, you will never be able to show your face.

"Where's the little one?"

Without finding Cepes, János Hunyadi asked Skanderbeg.

"What are you looking for him, it's just a 'little friend', and this action has nothing to do with him."

Although he didn't look down on Cepes, Skanderbeg kept his promise and took all the credit himself.

Yanos Hunyadi knew the details, and his expression instantly became strange, combined with Tsepes's deliberately low-key performance, he had a plan in his heart.

Boy, if you want to pretend to be a hedgehog to avoid war, hehe, I'm afraid you're whimsical.

Janos Hunyadi grasped the heart of the matter, and the next moment, he said loudly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the great artillery that destroyed the Ottomans was indispensable, and in addition to my old fellow, the Grand Duke of Wallachia, Tsepes, also made a remarkable contribution.

He was worried about the defense of the forward positions of the left flank, and as soon as he returned, he rushed over and let us cheer for his contribution and for this spirit of his! ”

"The Grand Duke of Wallachia is mighty!"

"Vlad III is a young hero!"

Janos Hunya raised his arms and shouted, and the other nobles shouted even if they were unhappy with Cepes.

Skanderbeg frowned at his old friend, hesitated for a moment and did not speak, there was no point in stopping at this point.

Tsepeš's contribution to the operation would soon spread and eventually reach the ears of Murad II.

In the rear, it was a very shameful thing for the enemy to destroy extremely important supplies, and Murad II would not rest on his laurels.

In addition, he had always cultivated Muhammad as an heir, but he was abolished by Tsepesh, and the hatred in his heart can be imagined.

In this way, not to mention that the left forward positions disguised themselves as a hedgehog, even a porcupine, could not stop the Ottomans from retaliating.

I have to say that Yanos Hunyati's trick is really clever, and with a few simple words, he almost pushed Cepes into the ghost gate.

Listening to the noise of the people, Janos Hunyadi smiled, and he was thinking about how to assist his good son-in-law in ascending to the throne after Tsepes's death.

Skanderbeg continued to be silent, and he could think of all the things that Yanos Hunyadi could think of, except that he could not imagine how his old man could become like this.

I'm afraid that Skanderbe, who never dreamed of it, was actually Cepes, who inspired the evil dragon in the heart of Janos Hunyati.

Game of Thrones, once it kicks off, only when the final king is produced, will the curtain be temporarily closed and wait for the next era to come.

Inside the forward fortress, the people cheered for a while, and then they returned to the defense area.

On the left flank, Tsepeš leisurely eats the old Targovistai fried noodles made by the army chef.

Marzad, on the other hand, celebrated Mass for the thirty-seven hermit monks who had died.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves was heard outside the camp, and someone shouted:

"Master Skanderbeg brought the letter, laid down the basket, and dropped the letterhead."

Skanderbeg was surprised by the change in János Hunyadi and was also worried about the forward position on the left flank.

So as soon as he could, he sent a letter to remind Cepes to prepare in advance.

Hearing the news of Skanderbeg's letter, Tsepes's heart chuckled, he and Skanderbeg had no friendship, and most of what was written in it was bad news.

The waiter brought the letter, checked it for correctness, and Tsepeš opened it and read it.

Sure enough, as expected, he was calculated.