Outside the large forest, there are many camps, and Hungarian warriors patrol and protect them.

The resting Magyars tightened their longbows and sharpened the strings on them, and their quivers were filled with sharp arrows, and the cold light shone brightly.

The night sky illuminates the camp with stars, the residence of the King of Hungary.

The lights of the king's tent will be bright, and the crackling of the bonfire will still ring.

King Bella was pondering to himself, calculating the odds of his march south.

With his right hand rubbing his thigh and his left hand raised, he drank the liquor in his glass, and the Hungarian king was preoccupied.

Enemies of the Empire now are actually not in the consideration of King Bella.

To confront the Reich, Hungary alone was not enough, after all, the Reich army was not dragged down in the rebellion of the Bulgarians.

The war in the east can affect the Empire's defense in the west, and how long it will last, Bella is uncertain.

When the attendants of the king's tent brought the wine little by little, Bella's thinking diverged, as if she had returned to the imperial capital.

At that time, he was the de facto crown prince of the empire, the betrothed of Princess Maria, and the future supreme of the empire.

But after the birth of Alexios' child, everything fell apart.

Why?

Why do you do this to me?

The man who gave him hope and let him fall to the dust, Manuel, the former emperor of the empire.

The painful memories were like a poisonous snake biting Bella's heart, and he couldn't look back.

The Supreme Throne was once so close to him that it was within reach.

The admiring Princess Maria is about to become his wife.

Such a beautiful and happy life is a gift from God for Bella, who was born in the Arpad family.

But in the blink of an eye, it all came to naught.

The bitter taste fills the heart, the indescribable bitterness, and the inexhaustible sorrow.

This attack was not the intention of the king himself, but the unanimous demand of the Hungarian nobility.

Taking advantage of the fact that the civil strife in the empire had just subsided, the Roma army attacked in large numbers and marched south to capture the forest fortress.

Bella is well aware that many within the royal family of Al Pad are unhappy with his rule.

Opponents secretly scolded him as a servant of the Roman emperor and a traitor to the Fatherland.

Burdened with the infamy of dishonor, Bella can only bear it silently by herself.

He knew very well who these people who were spitting at him behind his back.

They don't even mind changing kings if they can't agree to the demands of the nobles.

As long as it is a member of the royal family of Alpad, it is fine, and the nobles do not care who becomes the king.

However, it had to be a Hungarian king who could lead them to defeat the Romans.

At the same time, the Roman Church in Italy secretly instigated the ambitions of the Hungarian aristocracy.

Today, the voices calling for the south to recover Croatia are getting louder and louder, and he can't suppress them.

He must be cleared of his reputation and prove that he is a Hungarian king, not a puppet of the Romans.

So there was this southward invasion.

The massive 30,000-strong Hungarian army, determined to reopen the gates to Croatia through the Great Northern Forest, determined to take revenge.

Ready to fly!

There was a commotion outside the royal tent, interrupting the Hungarian king's thoughts, causing him to frown slightly.

"Lord Kossuth!"

"Victory!"

"You defeated the Romans again?"

"Lord Kossuth, victory!"

Cheers echoed inside the camp, and the Hungarian general Kossuth returned, seemingly with some gains.

The curtain of the king's tent was pushed open, and Béla saw his great general, Kossuth, the unruly warrior of Hungary.

This majestic steppe knight took off his felt hat and exposed his braids.

The samurai's vigorous posture and the bright scimitar were stained with blood.

A tied up Imperial soldier was dragged upside down into the tent.

The blood stained a long trail that spread from the camp gate to the king's tent.

Bella's face was gloomy, this Hungarian nobleman had flouted the king's authority.

In this disrespectful way, Kossuth was coercing him into making the decision to speed up his journey south.

Darn!

Kossuth looked at the king's gaze as if he were about to burst into anger, and he did not dare to hold it up any longer, and made a humble gesture and bowed.

Bella calmed down the anger in her heart, his throne was very precarious, and he had to use Huairou to control the nobles.

"Kossuth, let's talk about it!"

"Where did you get this prisoner of war?"

"On the western side of the Great Forest, the Romans cunningly tried to ambush us, but the warriors defeated them in turn."

"There are quite a few Imperial troops along the way, but their crude tactics can't hide from our scouts."

"We scattered a lot of Roman troops, and their resistance began to grow stronger."

"This man is an officer of the Imperial Army, and I think he should know some secrets, so I brought him to the king."

When Kossuth had finished speaking, the king's tent fell silent.

King Bella's gaze was fixed on the captured Imperial officers, their blood-stained faces invisible.

Blood poured down a spear from the place where the prisoner's shoulder blade was placed.

The flesh and blood of the black hole in the eye socket were blurred, and an eyeball had disappeared, bloody and terrifying.

Bella spoke slowly in Greek.

"Romans, tell me everything you know, and if it's valuable information, I'll let you go."

The mortally wounded and dying officer of the Imperial Army raised his head and looked weakly at the Hungarian king.

"Can a perfidious man be trusted?"

After a pause, Bella spoke again.

"You know, you don't have a choice!"

"Huh!"

"Poor ignorant barbarians, you don't understand!"

"You will be annihilated, destroyed, and slaughtered by the Imperial Army in the Black Forest!"

"Let you beg for mercy and wail to no avail, His Majesty the Emperor will kill you all......"

Bella's cold words stimulated Bella, and before she could finish speaking, a silver light flashed, and a large amount of blood splattered.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, and the final curse of the Imperial soldiers was not finished.

Kossuth was shocked by Bella's cruelty and hurriedly fell to his knees.

"Your anger, my king."

"Sooner or later, these vile, shameless, cunning and untrustworthy Romans will be slaughtered by the warriors of Hungary!"

Bellamer was silent, just drew his sword back into its sheath and sat back on his throne.

"Kossuth!"

"My king!"

"Next time you come in, you'd better report through the guards before coming in, or I'm worried that I'll accidentally kill you!"

"Hmm!"

The Hungarian nobles buried their heads in the ground, not daring to look into the king's terrible eyes again.

He was afraid that he would collapse if he was not careful.

The king is inviolable!

"There's no next time!"

Melodious voices wafted in the tent, away with the wind.

The next day, the Hungarian army battalion marched south and entered the Great Forest.

Béla knew that the impatient nobles would not listen to the king's explanations, even if they were the right ones.

Now the only way to do this is to make a desperate gamble to crush the entire Hungarian army, hoping to crush the Imperial Army, which has not yet been assembled, with superior forces.

As soon as the front of the Third Army faltered, the Hungarian army could tear open its mouth and enter the warm southern lands.

The Western Roman Church sent the remains of the saints to boost the morale of the army, and the Hungarians who believed in Catholicism were greatly boosted.

Now the huge army formation entered the great forest with no end in sight.

Mountains and forests stretching to the sky become dangerous, hiding unknown killing opportunities.

Bella had to give it a go.