Trade between countries, even in a few hundred years, for an ordinary person, "arms trade!" will be the first word that comes out of his mouth.

In the vast procession of Louis XIV from Paris to Slovenia, apart from his bed and bathtub, armament was the real main thing, and the cans were just some decorations, and among these terrible goods, the white phosphorus bomb occupied an important place—because the results of the white phosphorus bomb were so terrible that Louis had tried to use them once when he was dealing with the dark wizards in Flanders, and no one who saw them did not have nightmares, and the same was true for wizards.

This made Louis cautious with his use of white phosphorus, and he rarely had to come up with such a killer weapon, but in this battle, the first thing that came to his mind was white phosphorus, which was more feared than any cannonball or bullet, sword or arrow, even devil and beast, and especially for infantry like Azap, who had little solid armor protection.

What the white-skinned Azap infantry saw was the flash of white phosphorus shells fired from the cannon, bursting in the air, and the white phosphorus emitted violent light and smoke when it burned in the air, which did not look terrible, it was almost like fireworks, but all the people like this Azap infantry who looked directly at the flames fell into a brief blindness, they screamed in horror, and when the Christian soldiers on the side wanted to go up and fight, they were stopped by their superiors and brothers in time.

The bluish white flowers bloomed in the air, the petals scattered, light as snowflakes or ashes, and once they fell on people, they burned wildly, and the white phosphorus bombs that had once been devastating to wizards were invincible to mortals—flames that could not be extinguished by water, sand, or cloth, even those who dared to help the wounded on fire.

Candles were erected on the walls, human fat and skin crackled, screams and wails rang through the sky, and some of the gunners who fired white phosphorus shells trembled and had to be replaced by other, more ruthless men who fired at the siege engines, and a greater light enveloped the walls and bastions, visible even from thousands of feet away from the Grand Vizier Ahmet.

"Behold," said Ahmet, "we have maintained our angelic mercy, but our enemies have shown our soldiers what hell is. ”

"They're going to hell. The Grand Imam said.

"After us," said Ahmed, "this is war, Grand Imam, not worship." ”

"There are boundaries that can never be crossed. The Grand Imam said.

Ahmet looked at him, and the wind blew the three-ponytail banner around him, as the white light from Kamnikor cast wisps of shadow on his face and body, making him look like a half-human, half-devilish monster.

He crossed his hands over his shoulders, bowed deeply to the Grand Imam, and walked away.

"He's panicking," Moissan's said, "and if we are defeated, we will be punished severely, but no one will be able to get past him – according to the law, he will be dismembered and killed." ”

"You should not dwelling on your brother's death," said the Grand Imam, "and he really shouldn't have entered the Grand Vizier's tent without being called." ”

"My brother has been punished, but he must have seen and heard something, and these are exactly what the Grand Vizier doesn't want us to know, what does he not want us to know?" said Mosan, his tone was flat, but to the point, the Grand Imam frowned, "I'll watch him." ”

The fire caused by white phosphorus was still burning, and this kind of white phosphorus bombs, which were not only researched and manufactured by craftsmen and scholars, could last longer and ignite more things, they did effectively stop the charge of the Azap infantry, and the morale of the Ottomans was shattered, Ahmet returned to the tent, untied the scimitar from his body, and rubbed it repeatedly, the ruby on the scabbard of the scimitar scabbard shimmered with tiny light, and the ivory decoration on the handle looked like a flower at first glance, and then it was a myriad of intertwined ghosts.

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At night, numerous torches were lit on the walls of Kamnikó, and craftsmen and soldiers carried cement and sand up the walls through makeshift ramps, pulley cranes, and buckets, and repaired the areas damaged by the Ottoman artillery overnight, encountering a few minor mooses, but to no avail.

There were also sparks on the heights of Velica Plani, and most of the army of this era still had no night vision, but King Ludwig I of Poland had not only his soldiers, but also the dragoons of Louis XIV, and the hussars raised by the great nobles, these cavalry together numbered about 12,000 men, and each of them was extremely strong, and his eyes sparkled like wolves in the darkness, and several wizards dressed as monks walked among them, looking up at the sky constantly.

It's been sunny these days, but there will still be clouds, just not as heavy.

The wizards measured the direction and speed of the wind, something they often did as astrologers, but this time Ludwig I didn't need any esoteric instructions, as long as the speed and direction of the wind met their requirements.

The Polish hussars were far away from a column of cavalry, and their costume was also strange, carrying two kegs on the back of their horses, carrying bows and arrows, and the aura emanating from these people made the horses restless, and Ludwig I looked at the people around him again, especially a few generals, who led the group of cavalry with kegs and his two thousand guards to set out first, and the other teams followed or detoured according to the plan.

Looking down from the sky, a huge contingent of cavalry could be seen slowly stretching out its tentacles like an octopus and encircling the Ottoman tents.

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Bonfires were also lit on the perimeter of the tents, and a group of Cossacks pulled up their wagon defense - that is, the carriages were lined up as a defense of the camp, which was full of Cossacks, who drank wine, ate black barbecue, squatted and kicked and danced, and the dust raised could almost build a new fortress, although there were also people on duty, but they would also be rotated to drink.

So before they were completely quiet, everyone must have been in a state of drunkenness.

A Cossack guard looked at the camp, whose voice was gradually becoming low, and a certain Cossack was singing, as if to praise the beautiful girl, the valiant warrior and the just and generous Grand Vizier, and the Sultan of Istanbul, who listened so engrossively that he almost ignored the stranger who was coming from the darkness.

"What man?" he shouted, and then he saw a Crimean Tatar on horseback.

The Tatar wore a crude sheepskin coat with a silk coat that did not match him hanging from his waist: "I'll exchange a musket, do you have it?"

Because all the soldiers of the Sultan, with the exception of the three most important corps, prepared their own weapons and food, the Cossacks did not doubt, "What do you exchange for?"

The Tatar stopped about five feet from them, threw down his coat, and it made many crisp sounds, and a Cossack picked it up and opened it, and it contained two silver candlesticks, and a plate, all of which had been clashed, and were church vessels, which must have been stolen or stolen by the Tatar from somewhere.

A Cossack raised the musket beside him, but the Tatar shook his head, "This one won't work." He said, "I want the French." ”

The Cossacks laughed: "Even those who knock on the pot may not be exchanged for you." ”

The French musket not only has a long range and good accuracy, but its bayonet is still a card sleeve type, rather than a socket type like other countries, and when the soldiers are faced with a pressing enemy, they can go directly from hot weapon warfare to cold weapon warfare without temporary bayonet warfare, who wouldn't want to have such a weapon, although there are enough pounds of silver here, but it is still impossible to change to a French musket.

As for the Cossacks who knocked the pot, they meant that the soldiers of the Janissaries regiment did not have a flag, or rather, the flag was the cauldron they used to cook, and their regimental commander was called a soup spoon, the deputy regimental commander was called the chef, and the captain was called the stove - they used the hammer as a clarion call for attack, and when they pleaded for help, they also called their comrades "by the pot", and if they lost their pot in battle, that regiment would lose all honor.

Although they had captured some French weapons in previous battles, they were certainly only eligible to be kept or bartered for a pro-regiment such as the Janissary.

"If it's a Spaniard or an Austrian," said the Tatar, "I can't give you so much." ”

At last they made a deal with a silver candlestick and a plate, and the Tatar took his musket and tried it in the air, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.

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"See. The wizard said, the cavalry stepped away from his glass orb, nodding, they still tried to avoid contact with these special people - the idea that wizards are servants of the devil is still quite ingrained in Europa, but they also have to admit that with the help of wizards, they can reduce a lot of difficulties and possible damage.

That Crimean Tatar - of course, he was only in the guise of Anwo, the Tatars were almost all a mixture of natives and Huns, and there were many similarities in their countenances, and the difference between the Crimean Tatars and the Polish Tatars was that they mostly converted to the sect of the Ottoman Turks, so they often wore black skullcaps, striped robes and open waistcoats.

Out of Anwo's robe was a night owl, and the cavalry gave him admiring looks, and Anwo gave it back to the shaman, who was not so jealous of the shaman, and their shaman was quite respected among the tribe, and Anwo said that if he could afford it, his tribe would welcome the sorcerer.

"My owls can only get close to this distance. The sorcerer explained, "The Grand Imam of the Ottomans should be in the camp." ”

"I understand. Ludwig I said.

He looked ahead and silently held out his scepter.

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After the Crimean Tatar left, after a short period of playing with silver plates and candlesticks, the Cossacks picked up their instruments, flasks, and weapons again, but during the musical instrument play, a Cossack with a keen sense of hearing suddenly raised his head, and then the others, no one more familiar with the sound of horses' hooves than they were!

"Enemy!"

A Cossack shouted.

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