In the square in front of the palace, pre-arranged Swiss mercenaries slaughtered and frantically harvested the lives of the Ottomans.

In addition to this, they received another order to guard the gates of the Palace of Curtea.

First, not to let the Ottomans in the palace escape; Second, civilians from outside are not allowed to enter the palace.

Tsepes believed that the majority of the population, honest and kind, could not avoid the involvement of greedy speculators.

He didn't want the palace to be swept away by despicable thieves after a battle.

Whether it's killing or guarding, Swiss mercenaries have a lot of experience.

The Ottomans at the entrance of the Kurtea Palace were quickly dealt with by the mercenaries, and then they reversed their spearhead and blocked the people behind them with a fierce momentum.

"By order of Lord Tsepeš, no one is allowed to enter the Palace of Curtea without permission.

If someone insists on breaking in, there will be no mercy! ”

The captain of the mercenary, David Goffin, held his long sword full of blood, and the murderous aura in his eyes made the people who wanted to move forward timid.

The people stopped coming forward and turned in other directions to deal with the Ottomans, who were struggling to survive.

With the ambush as the main attack, the common people fully cooperated, and the Ottoman soldiers scattered everywhere were strangled and not let their own people suffer too much losses.

The battle in the square was won smoothly. The fight on the terrace has entered the white heat.

On the terrace, there were eighty Ottoman soldiers, conscripts disguised as clergy, a total of seventy-two.

It is an indisputable fact that the Ottoman soldiers are stronger than the conscripts in terms of the number of people who are about the same, and the ability to fight individually.

However, the Ottomans of eighty men were scattered in four directions.

At the beginning of the battle, a short situation can be formed in which there are more enemies and fewer enemies.

All of this was in Tsepes's original plan, and all the soldiers who had been called up rushed to the southeast corner of the terrace at the first time.

These old men, women and teenagers, don't care about their own lives, all they think about is killing the Ottomans.

Moreover, they learned a sense of madness from the instructor Zartya, so as soon as they came up, they used the fighting style.

Even if they were slashed by the Ottoman sabers, what they thought in their hearts was that they would die with the enemy.

"I'm not a bad seed!"

An old man, whose abdomen had been cut with a saber and a long wound, roared angrily and rushed towards the Ottoman soldiers opposite.

The saber pierced his chest, but the old man remained unmoved, he burned his last life, and with the last of his strength, he jumped from the terrace with the Ottomans in his arms.

There were two muffled sounds, and the back of the Ottoman's head hit the ground, and the sloppy brains and sticky blood splattered everywhere.

The old man did not die immediately, he turned over with difficulty, looked up at the blue sky, smiled and stopped breathing.

His name was Mir, a veteran of the Eagle Legion, and it was his lifelong regret that he had not been able to kill the Ottomans on the battlefield.

Finally, today, he got what he wanted.

In a minute, twenty Ottoman soldiers in the corner of the terrace were all sent to hell.

Eleven conscripts, also tragically killed, there were old people, women, and teenagers.

During this time, the Ottomans from the other three directions quickly rushed to this side, and it was clear that their targets were all Tsepes.

On the way, a few nobles, as well as true clergy, attempted to attack the Ottomans, only to be mercilessly killed.

The Ottomans ignored those who took the initiative to get out of the way and gather together.

Obviously, in the eyes of the Ottoman soldiers, Tsepeš, the culprit, was the real thorn in the flesh.

If you can't kill Tsepes, at least you have to kill a few members of the Basarab family, and then enter the kingdom of heaven after death before you can give an account to Buraye.

However, the logic was so clear that the terrible Lady Mary would not give the Ottomans a chance to take revenge.

At the beginning of the battle, she organized the people around her and moved in the direction of her own most people.

At this moment, Tsepeš, the members of the Basarab family, and all the levies had gathered in one place.

In addition to this, there were seven or eight nobles who had just arrived, mixed in among them.

In this era, how to fight is a compulsory lesson for every nobleman since childhood.

To maintain the family territory and secure the family wealth, war is an inevitable part.

They picked up the weapons of the dead on the ground and went into battle, even fourteen-year-old Vladis and twelve-year-old Stefan.

Of course, no one would let these two children rush to the front, and Cepes, Bogdan and Duke Da'an stood in front of them.

"Warriors of Wallachia, follow me and kill these shameless invaders."

Taking advantage of the fact that the three Ottoman squads had not yet gathered in one place, Tepes shouted and rushed to the northeast of the terrace.

Not far behind, the others were not far behind, arching Tsepes from the left and right, and charging forward together.

The distance between the two sides was already less than ten meters, and they showed a hedge, and they exchanged hands in one breath.

In the past few months, Tsepesz has never slackened in the practice of swordsmanship.

Professor Litam's skills, whether in terms of tricks or power, he has mastered more than eighty percent.

And, in the brief respite of his breath, he threw his two-handed sword to Bogdan and replaced it with his familiar dagger and round shield.

Tsepeš stabbed his sword straight into the throat of an Ottoman soldier.

The shadow of the sword flashed, blood rushed out, and as he struck the blow, he raised his round shield to block the saber slashed by another enemy.

Small-scale encounters, never muddy, accompanied by the heavy smell of blood and the incessant sound of bones being chopped off, twenty more Ottomans were killed.

On the side of the recruited soldiers, because of the addition of Tsepes and a group of nobles, the losses were smaller than before, with only nine casualties.

These nobles who can inherit the family title have been effectively taught by the knights of their family since childhood, and their combat effectiveness is definitely higher than that of conscripted soldiers.

Like those second sons and third sons who have no inheritance rights, they will be sent to learn knightly etiquette at the age of seven, and at the age of fourteen, they will become knightly attendants and receive various professional training.

By the time they reach the age of twenty-one, they will become knights, or they will be loyal to their families, or they will go out to work their own business.

Killing twenty Ottoman soldiers in the northeast, the battle did not end there, and the remaining forty Ottomans had already appeared behind them.

"Kill!"

With a roar of rage, he shook off his cloak and continued to kill his enemies.

One by one, the Ottoman soldiers were killed, one Wallachian fell, and finally, the only Wallachians left on the terrace were the Wallachians.

The blood-boiling battle, from the beginning to the end, took less than ten minutes.

The battle on the square was won, the battle on the terrace was won, and there was one place where the winner had not yet been decided.

Litam never appeared on the terrace, as did Arthur, Davar, Zatya, Baron Karl, and Captain Wawrinka.