The town of Kenlar has been one of the transport hubs connecting the Kosovo region since ancient times.

More than 500 years later, it was an important town on the border of Montenegro, and now it is under the control of the Ottomans.

An Ottoman convoy continued its journey to Kosovo after a short break of a few hours.

The ranks consisted of 1,000 servants, 500 Sudanese standing cavalry, and 200 Sudanese standing artillery.

The number of troops was not large, but with the combat effectiveness of the Sultan's standing cavalry, five hundred men were enough against one or two thousand.

Although far from the front line, the Ottoman army remained vigilant and did not dare to slack off.

Thirty of the most elite soldiers were scattered in three groups to discover all possible dangers in advance.

For half a day, the convoy was far away from the small town of Kenlar, and the three teams of cavalry who went to explore the road did not send back any warning information.

The road ahead was safe, but behind them, a cavalry suddenly appeared, as if out of thin air.

There were about five hundred people coming, and from the moment they appeared, they rushed madly from the spurs.

Seconds later, the two teams collided like a red-hot blade slicing into the cream, and the Ottoman convoy was cut in half.

Skanderbeg took the lead, swinging his broadsword and cutting an Ottoman in two.

Not to be outdone, Tsepes followed closely into the warband, Marzad guarding him and surrounded by a hundred hermits.

However, the purpose of the operation was not to kill people, but to destroy the Ottoman artillery.

The wisest decision is to complete the mission as soon as possible, safely leave the battlefield, and return to the area controlled by the coalition forces.

is the most sensible of this operation, the purpose of which is to destroy the Ottoman artillery, the purpose of this operation,

"Children, hurry up and lead people to destroy the stone cannons, I'm responsible for containing them!"

Skanderbeg made a division of labor, and 400 fierce Albanian mountain people blocked the Ottomans who counterattacked.

When it comes to individual combat strength, these men who grew up in the mountains are not inferior to the Swiss or the Ottomans.

A row of wagons loaded with bronze cannons, just a few meters away, Tsepes proceeded as planned.

Drawing his dagger and slicing through the felt covering the cannon, the steel monster revealed its true face.

The exquisite casting process and three-stage articulation technology make the giant cannon unified, and it is very difficult to destroy it by brute force.

The most effective and quickest way to do this is to have it explode from the inside.

There were four giant stone cannons, and the carriage was also loaded with a large number of primers and stone projectiles in a regular shape.

Tsepes picked up a bucket of the bottom medicine, opened the spout on the barrel, and shouted to several hermit monks beside him:

"Lift the gun up a little bit, find something to pad, and let the barrel form an angle to the ground."

The cannon weighed a thousand pounds, but it was well manned, and a dozen hermits jumped into the carriage and quickly fulfilled Tsepes's request.

In the other three carriages, the same steps were repeated, and Cepes had explained in advance what to do.

Next, he aimed the powder keg at the muzzle of the gun, and poured all the propellant inside.

After pouring a barrel, pour another barrel, if it is not for worry, there is not enough air in the chamber, and Cepes will continue to refill.

After loading with an overdose of gunpowder, of course, an overdose of stone bullets, the barrel of two meters and a half was jammed with stone bullets.

The whole process, which took less than three minutes, was extremely simple and efficient, and the other three guns, the same operation, took little difference in time.

"That's it! Spread out! ”

Tsepeš roared and jumped out of the carriage, he was not stupid enough to personally fire the cannon that was about to explode.

The hermits are willing to die for their beliefs, so let them realize their ideals.

The rest of the people, too, knew what was going to happen next, and the core area of the battle was immediately vacated, and only one dead soldier was left in charge of igniting the fire.

The unknown hero, armed with a torch, lit the fuse of the first cannon, and then jumped out of the carriage with agility to light the next one.

In a few seconds, the fuses of the four guns were ignited, spewing out brilliant light.

On the periphery of the battlefield, Tepes and the others had withdrawn a few dozen meters and joined up with Skanderbeg's men.

"It's going to blow up! Quick retreat! ”

Skanderbe, who was covered in the blood of his enemies, saw Tsepesh and immediately shouted his orders.

The sneak attack team that suddenly appeared, and suddenly left in such a form, without any mud and water.

The Ottomans were severely attacked, fearing that this was a trick to lure the enemy, so they did not dare to pursue at all, and a group of soldiers went to check the cargo as soon as possible.

Matt, an unknown man, has lived in a monastery for as long as he can remember. Even the name Maite was given to him by the abbot of the monastery.

At this moment, he was lying in a carriage, listening to the hissing of the fuse, and a pleasant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then he heard the footsteps of the Ottomans, then a shout, and finally, all was silent.

In the chamber of the cannon, a large amount of gunpowder burns rapidly, and the high-pressure air fills the chamber, but it is impossible to find a place to vent.

With a loud bang, the bronze cannon chamber exploded, and the hideous metal giant beast was instantly torn to pieces.

Matt, the unknown man, found his belonging, and the dozens of infidels who had no time to escape became his exploits in heaven to show off to others.

The loud noises continued one after another, all four huge cannons were destroyed, and the surrounding firing primers were also detonated, and the flames rose into the air with black smoke.

A hundred meters away, feeling the tremor of the earth, everyone had smiles on their faces.

"Children, it seems that our operation has been successful, don't worry, I will take you back safely."

Skanderbeg teased Tsepes again, this time, not because of stereotypes, but just to make a joke with Tsepeche.

"When you get back, apologize to me, and declare to the outside that the whole operation is completely led by yourself, and you have nothing to do with me as a Dniere."

Tsepes walked side by side with Skanderbeg, not arguing with the old man, he needed to eliminate the influence.

Hearing Tsepes's request, Skanderbeg looked strange, and he felt that he really couldn't understand the young man next to him.

"Everyone else is earning fame, but you take the initiative to let it out, why?"

"At the moment my reputation is enough, water can carry a boat and capsize a boat, I don't want to be drowned by fame."

Tsepes explained that Skanderbeg's expression was even more exciting, and he realized that he really underestimated the 'little friend' around him.

Such philosophical words are by no means like what a seventeen-year-old child can say.

Just as he was amazed, Tsepes continued:

"When the war is over, you tell me about my contribution again, so that the Ottomans will not go to the left forward positions to take revenge."

In an instant, Skanderbeg almost fell from his horse and died......