King Béla of Hungary raised his tent, and the Magyars army had reached the Drava River, not far from the forest fortress.

The river is a tributary of the Danube, which originates in the Alps, passes through Croatia, reaches the Black Sea in the east, and joins the ocean.

Now the Hungarian army stopped there, and the scattered scouts searched for the Romans in front of them, so as to avoid repeating the mistakes of the past.

The king and his retainers gathered around a large rectangular table, on which was a huge panorama of the Balkans, elaborately depicted by the royal family of Al Pad.

Bella gestured with her finger at the distance from the imperial capital to the forest fortress, silently calculating the time when the Romans would send troops and estimating her own chances of victory.

"The Romans are too quiet!"

The last time the small fortress hindered the advance of the elite of the great kingdom, and then the Romans disappeared and were never to be seen again.

The king looked at the map and recalled in his mind the places suitable for ambushes, where were the Romans going to appear?

Is it the Grand Canyon? Woodland? Or is it a mountain road?

But the cautious march had avoided these areas that might give the Romans an opportunity, so where were the imperial armies?

After weighing for a long time, King Bella still had no clue, and dispersed the nobles of the kingdom, and he sat down alone in contemplation.

Laszlo, the chief of the guard, brought dinner to the king, and it was time to rest, but the king's anxiety silenced the attendants.

"You should rest, my majesty!"

Bella was also tired for a while, and in her early years, she was torn between the Eastern Empire and the mother country, struggling to support herself, so as not to end up as a person inside and out.

But with Emperor Manueline returning him to Hungary, he was completely transformed from a naturalized Roman to a Magyars.

But after all, after receiving the baptism of civilization, Bella is no longer a traditional horseback knight, a son of the Hungarian steppe.

Baptized by the Byzantine court struggles, and with many years of kingdom governance, the king is no longer what it used to be.

If she could, Béla would most like to launch an attack with the Sultanate of Rûm, the Norman kingdom, and the Venetians.

The Republic's fleet invaded Thessaloniki, the second largest city in Greece, from the south, forcing the Imperial Navy south to support.

In that case, the territory of Hungary on the eastern side of the Black Sea would be secured, and there would be no need to worry about the Imperial fleet going deep inland.

The Normans landed from the west, raided Albany, Serbia, and southern Greece, dispersed the imperial army, and plundered the wealth of the population.

The Seljuk cavalry launched a massive attack from the east, reducing Nicaea, Bursa, and Amasra to ruins, leaving the Roman emperor no longer had time to look north.

This is Bella's ideal best battlefield model, and it is also a true portrayal of history.

In the end, the Eastern Roman Empire collapsed under the siege of wolves.

If such conditions were met, the Hungarian cavalry would move south from the steppes, across the Danube, and relive the beauty of Croatia.

"If only it could be like this!"

Sighing softly, the king put down the snack in his hand, as long as the king could enjoy the food alone, it could not arouse Berard's interest.

The king of Hungary pondered the possible appearance of the imperial army, and finally used himself to search for the flaws in the kingdom's army.

"Your Majesty!"

"We're crossing the Drava tomorrow, so you might as well rest early!"

The speaker has no intention of listening, and Bella has a flash of fire in her heart, isn't it?

"Laszlo!"

"Your Majesty?"

"Send a squad of scouts to the upper reaches of the Delaware!"

"If you find the Romans, don't alarm them, retreat quietly, you know!"

The king's deep voice was slightly cold, which actually made the chief of the guard feel a little chilly.

"Your Majesty!"

"Do your will!"

The morning air was so fresh that the Hungarian warriors breathed and made a stretching motion.

The king and his retainers were in full gear, and the cavalry came out of the forest and assembled in the shallows of the Drava River.

The river of this season had melted and flowed slowly, narrow and shallow, and the cavalry crossed it only knee-high.

Kossuth, who was no longer in good health, reappeared in the army with his armor back on, leading the knights in front, and he was the first to reach the riverbank.

"Your Excellency!"

"My lord!"

Wait!

Laszlo, the king's chief of guard, rode his horses and caught up with the vanguard who were desperate to cross the river.

"Laszlo?"

What's up?

Kossuth was also not polite to the king's cronies, and questioned them directly, and the two belonged to different factions, and the relationship was not much better.

"My lord!

"His Majesty has ordered me to bring you the royal flag!

The Hungarian general frowned, hesitated, and took the flag from the king.

The military flag, a symbol of the royal family, fluttered, and Kossu was the first to start crossing the river, followed by the Hungarian knights who followed closely behind.

Singing war songs, the Magyars crossed the Drava River and marched towards the lands of the Roman Empire.

"God bless Hungary,

Wufu Minkang is satisfied.

In times of trouble, we always help each other,

Turn the danger into a disaster and don't abandon it.

The people have endured all the sufferings of hell,

Who can compare the catastrophe,

All the sins of the past and the future,

It has been redeemed to the end. ”

The king of Hungary on the hill behind looked at the warriors crossing the river in front of him, and listened to their songs, and his heart suddenly became inexplicably sad.

The flow of people crowded on both sides of the river beach, and the shallow water could not stop the tall war horses, which easily crossed one after another.

The Hungarian general Kossuth, who had not yet left the riverbank, held high the royal banner and led the soldiers to assemble.

The bright-eyed Magyar nobleman suddenly felt weak, as if he had heard some loud noise.

Incredible fear crept across his face, and a scene that Kossuth would never forget appeared.

The waves rolled in the upstream direction, like tigers and wolves galloping, the army was frightened, and the crowd was panicked.

"Impossible!"

"It can't be!"

Wang Qi slipped from his hand, and Tsut grabbed his hair and shouted wildly.

But there was no fluke, and a huge wave struck and swept away all the people standing in the middle of the river and on both sides of the river.

The horses were tossed high, and the Hungarian knights rolled in the waves, and the waves crashed over, and in a moment they were calm again.

But the wandering books all over the land reminded the stunned Hungarians that none of this was a dream.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

Wait until I sacrifice you with the blood of the Romans!

Bella's heart muttered silently, only Laszlo glanced at the king with some horror in his eyes.

Lowering his head, the king's chief guard trembled, and grabbed his trembling left hand with his hind hand, trying to keep his expression from distorting.

"Don't say it, you know!"

Laszlo's ears echoed the King's words, so plain, so simple.

Thousands of cavalrymen were buried in the belly of the fish, all of whom were Hungarian nobles sent by the king to serve as vanguards, and were the king's most troublesome opponents.

The king's party stood behind the king, unharmed, and glad that they had escaped by the king's side.

But no one knew about the king's cruelty and cunning, which was hidden in Laszlo's heart.

Secretly made up his mind that he would dispose of the group of scouts when he went back, so that more people could not know the inside story.

It took a long time for a man to stand up in the crooked crowd on the opposite bank, and it was the Hungarian general Kossuth, who was not swept away by the waves.

Unable to support themselves, the Magyars fumbled for a large banner and pressed it against the ground so that they could barely stand upright.

Just as Kossuth looked back, searching for the living, a short arrow shot from the woods and struck him in the chest.

Immediately afterwards, a continuous stream of arrows flew out and struck the Hungarian general's body, and arrows came out from the back, and he was not alive.

The power was disappearing from his body, and Kossuth didn't understand why he died like this, and tried to hold on to the royal banner, but he finally fell.

But when the flag was left behind, the Hungarian general seemed to understand why he had died.

The Hungarian army on the other side of the river bank was terrified, and the overwhelming number of arrows from the opposite side wiped out all the remaining survivors who managed to cross the river.

The Magyars watched their compatriots die, their eyes split, but they could not do anything about it.

The king of Hungary shouted in the midst of hosts, his voice loud.

"Warriors!"

"Warriors!"

"The Romans plotted against us and slaughtered our brothers."

"I command you, respond to them with your sword, and slay all your enemies!"

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