The long silver-white hair was swept up by the wind brought up by the galloping horses, and under the pure black cloak was a hideous red armor, and the dragon-like decoration on the armor's chest looked up to the sky and roared, as if a flame would spit out from its mouth in the next second......

Vlad III was half-crouched on his horse, and the kiss of the radiant goddess in his right hand was covered with a layer of blue light. He led the Knights towards the Ottoman military camp, and at this time, except for a few people on duty, most of the Imperial soldiers were sleeping peacefully in their tents.

Although Old Jack is attached to Mehmed II, he will not transfer his troops to the border away from control, except for the difference in living habits, the most reassuring thing for him is whether these blood-sucking guys will not resist the temptation to attack the human soldiers in the barracks.

If something is really discovered, even if Mehmed II does not expel them, those blood hunts in the empire will chase them.

Legends about blood-sucking creatures have long been circulating in this country, and even Mehmed II, who was a lover of gold, had craftsmen build himself a bedroom made of silver. Regarding this, in fact, Old Jack revealed that only by fully reassuring this king can he enjoy the greatest freedom......

It was precisely because of this that the soldiers on duty did not notice a surprise attack until they saw the galloping war horses.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" shouted the Ottoman soldier on duty from the wooden tower, who ran to the top of the tower to ring the warning bell.

Vlad III, of course, would not give him this chance, he released the reins with his left hand, took off the throwing gun hanging from the neck of the war horse, and after a quick aiming, Vlad III threw the throwing gun violently.

The spear made a beautiful arc in the air, and the sharp three-edged tip instantly pierced the soldier's heart! Due to the tremendous force on the spear, it continued to move forward after passing through the soldier's body, until it pierced deeply into the wall made of giant trees.

Having killed the soldiers of the tower, Vlad III waved his hand, and immediately drove out of the ranks behind him, and two knights rushed towards the wooden enclosure. At this moment, the patrols on the wall also noticed that the situation was not good, so some people hurriedly ran towards the barracks with a wild scream, and the rest of the people bent their bows and arrows at the head of the city, trying to stop Vlad III's progress with a rain of arrows.

But how could such an itchy attack have an impact on this army?

The kiss of the goddess of radiance pointed towards the city, and the men behind immediately threw hundreds of throwing spears out. With such a volley, the city was suddenly filled with dense barrels of guns, and the soldiers who were guarding were nailed to the ground by throwing guns, and the dripping blood crawled along the ground like earthworms.

The knights who rushed out first had already climbed to the top of the city, and they leaped from the tower, and with their unmatched power they volleyed through the huge deadbolts. After the gates opened, the cavalry regiment led by Vlad III rushed into the barracks without slowing down, waving their weapons at the Ottoman soldiers who had just been woken up by their companions.

The kiss of the radiant goddess flew up and down in Vlad III's hands, and the cyan sword light harvested human life like the scythe of death. No matter how much these soldiers resisted, they would inevitably be killed by a sword.

"Spread out, charge!" the blood ran down Vlad III's hair, and he commanded the knights behind him as he raised his sword. They originally gathered together to charge, so the efficiency of the killing will not be too high, and in the face of sheep-like opponents, only by spreading out and killing collectively can they not let go of a live mouth!

Hundreds of knights had long been impatient, as blood clansmen, the blood spilled on the battlefield had a poisonous temptation for them, and now Vlad III gave the order, and they rushed into the center of the battlefield like hungry wolves.

Blood, blood, blood!

Blood was everywhere, mixed with stumps that stained the entire camp ground. They used to be the elite warriors of the empire, and they also slaughtered the armies of other countries wantonly, but in the face of racial differences, the former elite became sheep under the butcher's knife.

If it was a dream, it must be the deepest nightmare.

The raid finally came to an end after two hours, and there was not even a trace of screams on the crimson battlefield except for the heavy breathing of the Blood Clan cavalry. The Ottoman border camp of more than 5,000 people was intoxicated by the strong smell of blood, and these blood knights greedily breathed in the tempting air, and the desire in their eyes was unobstructed.

But no matter how tempting the smell is, no matter how thirsty the throat is, no one dares to dismount and suck this sweet liquid. Vlad III rode past everyone, his cold gaze sweeping over them one by one, and the kiss of the goddess of radiance in his hand was ready to cut off the heads of those who acted privately.

"Very well, you didn't disappoint me. After inspecting it three times, Vlad III said lightly, "If you can't restrain even the lowest bloodthirsty desires, then there is no need for you to become my subordinates, and you know the consequences of this......

There was a deathly silence all around, with the occasional snort of the warhorses. Vlad III said that they knew very well that those who did not obey the order had been turned into ashes in the underground gladiatorial arena, that place was a living purgatory, and if you wanted to get out of it, you had to obey the rules of purgatory, otherwise you would only become the nourishment of purgatory.

"You have done very well, now, go and drink, follow the desires of your hearts, drink as much blood as you can! Blood is food, and it is also the source of strength, drink my warriors, become ......" Vlad III paused, looked up to the sky and roared, "Be my strength!"

"Oooooooooo......oo Ah!" Vlad III's words ignited the Knights' emotions like gunpowder, and these long-suppressed fellows roared like beasts, and then dismounted and ran to the corpses that were not yet cold. More than 5,000 corpses, even if a lot of blood has been lost, the ones that remain in the body can still feed them.

Vlad III was still on his horse, standing in a sea of corpses and blood, with the excited roars of the beasts in his ears. He raised his head slowly, the dark clouds in the sky did not know when to disperse, Vlad III let the desolate moonlight shine in his cold blood pupils, and there were still traces of blood on his pale face that had not yet dried up......

The night slipped away silently, and when the first rays of sunlight shone on the camp that once housed more than 5,000 Ottoman warriors, the scene was enough to make anyone who was discouraged to die!

Countless ghoul crows wandered the forest of death made of human remains, their original black feathers stained with dried blood. These ghoulivorous creatures drill small holes in the corpses, starting with the most perishable internal organs, and although the corpses are extremely numerous, there are still scenes where several crows fight for a intestine...... This nightmarish sight can leave a nightmare that can never be erased as long as you look at it!

"It's really impressive...... "Even the prince of the Black Heron clan, who has lived for thousands of years and witnessed countless cruelties, can't help but sigh when he sees this hellish scene. Hearing about the attack on the border camp, Mehmed II urgently ordered him to rush to the rescue, although he had already heard of Vlad III's name of "Piercing Duke", but the scene in front of him still shocked him.

The corpses of the soldiers were pierced by freshly made stakes, held high high, and corpse-eating crows burrowed in and out of the jungle of death. By the light of the torches, old Jack reached out and caught a raven from the air, and the fellow had a good appetite at first glance, and after a few days of feasting he had grown to the size of a pheasant, and his dark feathers were shiny...... It also emits a strong stench of corpses.

"This guy is really good at using local materials, and the stakes used for piercing are actually made of giant wood from the wall, but also, if you don't get so many stakes in a short time, the amount of work is much more than that of the slaughterhouse......" Joshua, who had changed into women's clothes, rode beside Old Jack on horseback, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You seem to be happy to see this. Old Jack crushed the raven's neck bone and threw its stinky body to the ground, and he held out his hand to Joshua, his old eyes glint with blood.

"Why, Majesty, I just think it's funny. When Joshua had finished speaking, he stuck out his tongue and licked the withered palm obediently, and the annoying rancid stench disappeared.

Old Jack didn't seem satisfied, he shoved his thin five fingers into Joshua's mouth in turn, and after a long entanglement with Joshua's tongue, the old fellow pulled out his fingers and looked back into the distance.

The people around them were already familiar with this, and they were now busy tearing down the remaining half of the wall, and then chopping it into firewood and piling it up at the bottom of the forest of corpses. Although it is far from the city of the Empire, no one can guarantee that these corpses will not be a fuel for the plague, so burning Vlad III's artwork is undoubtedly the best option......

As the flames of burning began to light from the camp, the sound of crackling grease explosions was quickly heard from it. The corpses had been hanging here for about seven days, and the water-rich entrails and muscles had been eaten by the crows, and the rest had been exposed to the sun, and the moisture content had become extremely low, so it was easy to bake oil.

The grease dripped into the burning wood, and the fire suddenly became more intense.

Looking at the hellish flame-like scene in front of him, Old Jack's eyes had already let go of contempt: "Although he is a mongrel who has inherited half of the dragon's bloodline, this ruthlessness is even more terrifying than his father's, but this is more valuable to crusade, as long as I kill him with my own hands, I can not only improve my reputation in the secret party, but also don't have to worry about being retaliated by the dragon of Dracuri, a very cost-effective deal, are you right?"

"Of course, I have a deep admiration for your wisdom. Joshua bowed his head respectfully behind Old Jack, but no one saw it, and his eyes were now filled with a bloody red of mockery.