The Ottoman soldiers arrived earlier than Old Jack had expected, and two days later, at noon, 30,000 Imperial soldiers arrived in batches at their current camp. About 8,000 of these soldiers were cavalrymen, each armed with two war horses to ensure that they had enough horsepower to charge.

The cavalry guarded the two flanks of the army, the 22,000 infantry were divided into three squares, the spearmen were at the forefront, and the three-meter-long spears formed a dense forest of halberds, followed by 10,000 Ottoman warriors, holding shields in one hand and traditional Turkish scimitars in the other...... At the end of the procession, five thousand archers carried longbows, and the entire phalanx exuded a surging battle spirit!

Looking at the Ottoman army standing in the forest, Old Jack, who was standing in the shadows, showed a satisfied smile, not to mention his men, these 30,000 soldiers alone were enough for the 500 people to work for a while.

"My lord, now that the army has been assembled, when will we attack?" asked Old Jack's heavily armed men respectfully. Judging from the current situation, Vlad III has completely fallen into the encirclement, and as long as Old Jack gives an order, 30,000 imperial warriors can set foot on this valley.

"Don't be in such a hurry, give them some time to rest. Old Jack said lightly, "Although they are the elite of the empire, their physical quality is still too different from that of the blood soldiers, so let them recover a little more physical strength, anyway, they exist as cannon fodder, and if they can consume a little more Vlad III's troops, our attack will be easier at that time." ”

"Yes, sir, I see. ”

"Give the order to go down, let them camp and rest on the spot, and launch an attack on the valley early tomorrow morning!" said Old Jack, looking at the valley in the distance, "As for our men, they will be inserted into the attacking ranks after sunset tomorrow, and I will lead them myself." ”

"It's despicable to use humans to fight attrition, and then your own people to play raids. At one end of the valley, Vlad III leaned against the trunk of the tree and said lightly, because it was daytime, Old Jack's ability was restrained by the sun, so Vlad III directly controlled the bat clone to fall on the branch above his head.

Although this area is barren, there are a lot of birds, and even if he lets the clone fall directly on the old thing's shoulder now, it probably won't arouse this guy's suspicion.

Now that he knows the other party's strategy, it is naturally impossible for Vlad III to sit still. Those 30,000 Imperial soldiers were just ordinary weapons, and even if they were chopped, it would not be a big deal for the Blood Clan soldiers with excellent healing ability, and the biggest trouble they faced now was the comparison of numbers.

"My lord, the twenty boxes of silver dust have been delivered to each trebuchet separately, as you said. Just as Vlad III was thinking about what to do, Count Barthenon came from the forest behind. Although a large number of trees were cut down by order of Vlad III, the remaining ones still form enough shade to shade the direct sunlight.

"Well, that's good. Vlad III replied lightly, "Have the boxes been processed?"

"Of course, every box has been modified to do what you want. Speaking of this, Barthenon couldn't help but wipe a cold sweat. He was responsible for the transformation process of the wooden box, and if something went wrong, the poison-like silver powder would leak out immediately, and even if only a little bit was missed, those fine pieces of powder would reduce the combat effectiveness of his side, I really don't know how Vlad III came up with such a crazy plan.

Vlad III saw Barthenon's concern, so he patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I have my own measure, I have played this trick more than once, but this time is perhaps the most spectacular." ”

The two sides are making final preparations, and this valley will eventually turn into a bloody battlefield. In addition to the people who are deep in it, there are other uninvited guests in the far reaches of the canyon.

At least twenty of the twenty-seven clans of the Blood Clan sent out their scouts, who were scattered in the far corners of the valley, waiting for the moment when the two sides collided. If Mehmed II had known that so many spies had poured into his country, he would have drawn his sword in anger and shouted for a crusade against the past.

The long dark night slipped away silently, and when the light of the east pierced the gloomy night that shrouded the land, the corners of Old Jack's mouth hidden in the shadows hooked a strange arc: "Pass my order, and the attack begins!"

The trumpet of attack was passed down one by one, and the army of 30,000 men approached the valley slowly but surely like awakened beasts. The soldiers marched in order, and even the earth trembled slightly under their feet! The dust gradually stirred up, enveloping the army of 10,000 men, and the Ottoman soldiers had long since covered it, on the one hand, to protect against dust, and on the other hand, to keep the blood of their opponents from falling into their mouths......

Looking at their approaching phalanx, Vlad III waved his hand gently, and the five hundred men of the Order were already ready to meet the enemy, and with Vlad III's instructions, they immediately came to the predetermined area - not to be exposed to the sun, but also to get the maximum view.

"Charge!"

"Attack!"

Old Jack and Vlad III gave the order to attack, and the 30,000 Imperial soldiers sped up sharply, and the cavalry split off from the two flanks, and with extraordinary mobility, they took the lead in charging the peaks on both sides. Not to be outdone, the remaining infantry warriors ran towards the interior of the valley and then attacked from the bottom towards the peaks on either side.

If there were enough men and horses on the mountain, they would not dare to do this, but now that they knew that the other side was far less numerous than their own, these soldiers boldly rushed forward, and in the face-to-face impact, even the great army of the Byzantine Empire was no match for them, let alone small Romania.

Although the Ottoman soldiers charged fiercely, the entrance to the valley was so narrow that once you started to climb the mountain, the speed ahead would suddenly slow down, so that a large number of soldiers would fan up at the entrance, and they would be in a dilemma.

"Everyone, burn your anger to me, such a huge target in front of you, have a good time!" Vlad III's majestic roar spread across both sides of the valley, and all the personnel immediately moved into action. There were at least ten huge piles piled up under each of them, and the sharpness of the spears on their backs had already been polished and shiny!

Twenty catapults creaked and creaked, and more than 100 pounds of stones were thrown high by them, and smashed into the entrance of the valley in a beautiful arc. Count Barthenon was right, and after careful adjustment, the fellows landed so evenly that each stone left a narrow streak of blood on the ground......

"It's beautiful, that's what I want to see. Vlad III said intoxicatedly with a throwing spear, now those cavalry have not rushed up, and the inner side of the valley is basically filled with wriggling infantry, this is the best time to kill!

"May your indomitable flesh and will endure...... It's weird. Vlad III tilted his head and sneered, and then threw the spear in his hand violently, and under the huge force, the spear turned into a distorted black shadow, and instantly pierced into the dense crowd below the valley. The three-edged spear pierced through the bodies of one soldier after another, bringing out their internal organs along with their blood and spilling them on the ground...... I don't know how many soldiers' flesh penetrated, and the blood-stained spear finally fell weakly into the ground.

The dead soldiers tumbled uncontrollably down the hillside, the surviving soldiers let out a wail of pain, and just as the others were ready to continue their ascent, a forest of spears fell above their heads like a flock of crows with the whistle of death.

"What about the archers, don't let me put arrows to suppress them!" said Old Jack, who was hiding in the shadows, as he watched the Imperial soldiers being harvested by Vlad III like mustard. These people do exist to be cannon fodder, but cannon fodder is not a needless death!

"Arrows, arrows!" the Imperial soldiers also noticed the problem, and the commander shouted loudly in the middle of the battlefield. The 5,000-strong archers divided into two groups, each drawing their bows and arrows to point to the peaks on one side, and after a muffled sound of "tents", the arrows that covered the sky covered the mountains on both sides in a graceful arc.

A rain of arrows had just passed, and a few seconds later another wave of arrows had been fired, covering almost the entire mountain, but such an attack did not have much effect on suppression.

The vegetation of this valley is very dense, and most of the trees cut down by Vlad III at the entrance in order to expose the enemy's offensive route, and he deliberately kept the trees on the top of the mountain, on the one hand, to facilitate the hiding of the cavalry regiment during the day, and on the other hand, to defend against the enemy's arrow rain.

The rain of arrows looked very imposing, but it was not very powerful after passing through the layers of trees, and most of this covering attack landed on the trunks of the trees, and even if a few arrows were inserted into the body of the cavalry regiment, the wounds caused by this ordinary arrow were almost healed by the time the arrows were pulled out.

Although it did not do much harm to the Knights, the birds in the forest were killed, and many of the unlucky little ones were hit by the overwhelming stray arrows, and then died powerlessly in the screams of chirping......

"It's cruel. Vlad III sighed, and then grabbed the stakes under his feet and threw them, the three waves of throwing guns had already been thrown, but these elastic stakes could still play the role of throwing guns, although the penetration was not as strong as the throwing guns, but the quality and quantity of the stakes were far more than those things.

The work of the trebuchets continued, and every stone projectile they threw caused a large number of casualties to the Ottoman soldiers, and with the overwhelming piles, these imperial soldiers were actually suppressed.

Legend has it that Leonidas, the king of Sparta, took advantage of the terrain at Thermopylae, and with only 300 Spartan warriors, he blocked hundreds of thousands of people in the Persian Empire for three whole days, killed and wounded more than 20,000 people, and finally was betrayed by traitors...... Don't you think we're like them now, my lord?" said Count Barthenon, throwing a stake at him, and then took his time to speak to the cold king.