The news of the arrival of Margash's black army not only surprised Laszlo, but also gave a shot in the arm to the nobles of Pest,

"Lord Magash, welcome to Pace City."

Led by the nobles who remained, the nobles, merchants, and citizens of the city came to the gate of Pest to greet Margash.

Margash, who was also dressed in black armor and even had a black mask on his face, came to everyone, and Margash turned over and dismounted, took off his mask, and came to the town hall with everyone.

Magas took off his helmet, threw it on the adjutant general, and strode towards the throne that belonged to the Hungarian archbishop, but no one dared to object to this,

Magash looked around, his tone with a calmness that didn't belong to his age,

"I've already fought Laszlo before I came, and if you only have Pest City, I advise you to surrender quickly and don't waste time."

Don't think that Laszlo's casualties are large, and Margash's casualties are also not small, Laszlo's carefully trained troops still made Margash suffer a big loss after all.

"Huh? This..."

The nobles and priests below looked at each other, neither of them expecting Margashi to be so unoptimistic about their future.

"No, Lord Margas, if you are willing to help us, our chances of victory will be much better, and we are willing to honor you as King of Hungary and Croatia, and put on the crown of St. Stephen for you."

In the current situation and situation, it can be said that whether Hungary is a civil war or peace is just in the mind of Magas, and it can be imagined that if a civil war breaks out, Hungary's international status and strength will plummet.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and everyone was waiting for Margash's reply, if Magash agreed, it would mean that the entire United Kingdom, except for Croatia, was an aristocratic party, unless Laszló had great ability to win a big victory on the battlefield like the Battle of Varna, otherwise, if Laszló relied on local battles, Laszlo would definitely not be able to consume Magash.

Margas was obviously a little hesitant, from time to time he looked up and sighed, and from time to time he opened his mouth to speak, and the Hungarian archbishop saw this situation and took a few steps forward,

"If you have any concerns, you might as well say them, and we can share your worries for adults."

Hearing the archbishop's words, Margash looked at the archbishop in a daze, and finally made up his mind,

"I have made up my mind, I will not ascend the throne for the time being, Laszlo will not be able to ascend the throne easily, he must prove to us that he is qualified to be this king, and please help me, I will fight Laszlo in Fayer, and decide the Hungarian throne and the crown of St. Stephen in a battle."

In addition to the Holy Roman Empire, if the throne is vacant in other countries, then the local nobility has a great advantage in the election process of the new king, in addition to the typical Kachimierz IV Jagiellon, Christopher III and Christian I of Denmark are very famous cases, and in the Holy Roman Empire, because in addition to the position of the emperor, other titles need to be recognized by the emperor, so if the king elected by the local nobles is not in the interests of the emperor, the emperor can not recognize, For example, as a representative of the Hussites, his ascension to the throne of Bohemia was not recognized by the Holy Roman Emperor Frederick III, and as a punishment for the other party, Frederick III was already preparing a large army to start a war.

Seeing Margas behaving like this, the nobles in Pest City had no choice, for them, they had a relationship of demand for Margash, so as long as Margash did not surrender directly to Laszlo, they had to support it, because Margash had never openly opposed Laszlo, he had a way out, but there was no way out for these rebellious nobles and churches in Pest City, and they could not expect Laszlo to be kind, and it was extremely stupid to put their fate in the hands of others.

Soon, under the means of forced conscription and the like at any cost, more than 30,000 militiamen were soon raised from the vicinity of Pest, these people may have been peasants or miners a month ago, but now they have to go to war, but it is worthy of Margash's relief that Laszlo's situation is similar to him, to be honest, since the glorious period of the Roman Empire has passed, the wars in Europe have become worse than rotten, and the well-trained army has become scarce, and more are forced peasants. Wars of all sizes left the lords without the energy and money to train a strong army, perhaps because they were more strict with their own soldiers, and this situation was only better after the firearms came out, because the requirements for the users of firearms decreased.

"Report! Laszlo's army is heading towards Fjerre, the other side is moving slowly and is extremely cautious, our cavalry and the other side have already had many skirmishes, and it is impossible to know the situation in the opponent's army for the time being. ”

The horse came back to report that the news he had brought to Margash was the same as before, which made Margash a little irritable.

"Probe, report!"

The Hungarian Archbishop Paul Holmes looked at Margash's complexion as if he was a little unpleasant, and he also proposed,

"It's better for us to directly settle in Fayer and rely on the city, if the other party attacks, we can greatly consume the opponent's strength."

Margash glanced at Holmes, a little speechless, he didn't want to answer him, but thinking that he still needed the support of the other party, he could only answer a few words without pain,

"The walls of Feyer are low, the city defenses are not perfect, it is obviously impossible to rely on Fjer to block Lászlo's footsteps, and the other party can directly bypass Fjel and go straight to Pest, if Pest is taken, then it is useless for us to do more." 33

Holmes was bored with himself, although he didn't understand, he still didn't like people to reject him, it was a very strange emotion, maybe modern people can't understand it, but it was probably a very common thing for people in high positions at that time.

But at this time, Margas could no longer care about Holmes's thoughts, because there was a news brought by a probe that made him aware of the fighter,

"Report! The enemy was heavily defended and patrolled frequently, but ... We found a very strange phenomenon. ”

"What?"

"That is, from time to time someone tries to escape but is caught, and we can sometimes see someone slapping an ordinary soldier, and our soldier sneaks over, and we can hear the other party punishing him for running away.

And we follow the traces of the other party's arrival, and we can find that in the remnants of the other party's camp, there are fewer and fewer traces of tent camping, and I am afraid that the number of the other party is also decreasing. ”

The scouts sent by Margashi were all elite soldiers who followed him, not only were they well-trained, but because they were originally soldiers from Germany, Bohemia, Poland and other regions, they did not lack military knowledge, and they were rare strong troops, and it was normal to be able to see some traces.

Margas immediately realized the presence of the warplane, and he ignored the Hungarian archbishop and picked up the richly decorated sword from the shelf beside him.

"Take me to see, oh, by the way, you didn't find out to each other, did you?"

"Guarantee no, the other party's scouts are only around the camp, and they will only appear when we try to find out the situation of the camp, and they will not appear at other times."

Seeing that the other party patted his chest and swore that Margas would not ask more, anyway, as long as the matter was true, it would not affect Laslova if he did not find out, because the initiative of the war would be in Margash's hands at that time.

"Driving~"

"Tap Tap~"

Margash personally led the team, ran dozens of miles in a row, looked at the remnants of Laszlo's previous leaves, and did not return to the camp until sunset, but his mood was diametrically opposed to his tired body,

"Good, good, good, Laszlo is really unpopular in the name of forcible conscription, this is the evidence, the general trend is mine, I am doing it now, who dares not to obey."

Margash took the whip and gently tapped his palm, very excited, which made the archbishop with him also excited,

"Congratulations, Your Excellency, you are about to defeat Laszlo, and you will become the great monarch of Hungarian history comparable to St. Evantes."

St. Evantes was the first monarch in the history of Hungary to convert to Christianity, and was named the patron saint of Hungary by the Holy See, and was the founder of the Christian Kingdom of Hungary.

"Reward the three armies tonight, give me a little food, start the decisive battle tomorrow, sharpen my sword, tomorrow is the time to die."

"Obey the military order!"

His generals retreated, Margash's camp began to get busy, the camp was brightly lit, and Margas didn't care if Laszlo would find out, in his opinion, tomorrow would be Laszlo's death, killing or capturing Caesar of the Roman Empire, and the temptation of this was still great when the Roman Empire seemed to be revived.

Outside the camp, on the hillside not far away, a figure on horseback quietly left after looking at Margash's camp for a long time, and after a while, he came to Laszlo's camp, and after checking his identity, he rode straight to the camp tent, that is, Laszlo did not need to comply with the rules of the camp not to ride horses in case of emergency, otherwise his behavior was seen by the overseer and it was indispensable to be punished.

"Your Majesty, there is a discovery."

Along the way, he was stopped by several patrols to check his identity, but the knight did not dare to urge at all, but accelerated his pace, and hurried to the Chinese army camp, where the Chinese army was also silent, only from time to time there would be a "crackling" sound in a bonfire far away, and the camp could not even hear the insects and birds.

"Well, if you have something, just say it!"

Laszlo was not the only one in the battalion, all the middle and high-ranking generals were concentrated here, and Laszlo stood in front of the map and watched alone, which was the topographic map of Hungary that he had obtained from the Croatian nobles, although it was not very accurate, but it was enough to use.

"The lights in Magash's camp are bright, the soldiers are busy, I am afraid that the other party will make a big move, so I dare not hesitate and come back immediately to report."

Laszlo looked at the map in front of him, lost in thought, and then swiped his finger across the map with a sneer.

Some people died, but not completely......