When the last rays of the night faded behind the mountains in the distance, the city of Bucharest did not fall silent as night fell.

On the contrary, the city is lit up and bustling with people in some places.

In the stables, beside the leather sheds, in the carpenters' workshops and in the small squares with wells, you can see the emotional crowds everywhere.

And in the taverns, some of the people who were usually active are now important people who are sought after, some of them are arguing with others, while others are jumping on the table with their glasses raised and shouting, all on the subject of only one thing, and that is about the count from Rome!

"The Vatican has not abandoned us, they have sent a great general to help save us, he is now outside the city, fighting the Ottomans, we should go and help that man, just as he came to help us!"

Some kept shouting, while others sarcastically mocked the nobles with even more spicy words.

"They want to hide behind the thick walls, but do they think that Bucharest will be stronger than Constantinople, if we only want to rely on those walls to survive, we will one day be completely slaughtered by the Ottomans like the people of Constantinople."

The people were clearly influenced by these fierce opinions, and at first they feared for their fate, then they were moved by the righteous act of the brave foreigner, and then more and more people felt that they should be brave enough to go out of the city.

"Outside, right now, there are people fighting the Ottomans, but we are cowardly hiding behind the walls, is this what we came to Bucharest for?" said one of the soldiers, "We have sworn allegiance to the princess before, and now it is time to prove our promise." ”

"If we do that, it means we can have more say in the alliance," and when it comes to the nobles, there are people who are impressing them with more practical benefits" King Ladislas seems to think that he should be the natural leader of the alliance, but even so, we should have someone who can speak for us. ”

"Are you going to tell us, then, that the Count is this man?" An aristocrat asked in the face of a lobbyist.

"No," said the Knight of Gilas, who had just returned to Bucharest, to the nobles in front of him, "I am talking about the princess, our princess will be the representative of all of us, we all know that the princess was supposed to be on the side of the king, and that is why Ladislas will convene this alliance meeting, but now things have obviously changed, the princess will be our leader, she will come forward to defend our interests, so that we will have the opportunity to contend with the king, But whether or not this can be achieved depends on whether you are willing to help us. ”

"So how do you want us to help you?" In another part of the city, Tzepes was also trying to convince some of the powerful nobles, and he made them promises that would impress them, and the nobles finally made up their minds.

"We need your army, I know how terrible the Ottomans are, but you should also know that if you want to get enough benefits, you have to take enough risks, not to mention that we all know that peace is only the king's own intention, Bayezid may be a benevolent sultan, but not all Ottomans are like him, so if we don't want to be slaves of the Ottomans, your only option is to climb out of your army and let the Ottomans know that we are not afraid of them."

Throughout the night, there were people moving around almost every corner of Bucharest, and at the same time, Sophia, who had attracted everyone's attention, once again walked up to the city walls.

She stood on the city wall in her striking armor, and despite the bitter cold wind of the early spring night pouring into the cracks of the armor, he stood silently on the wall for a long time, and even until late at night people could still see her staring out into the darkness of the city.

Sophia's actions touched many people, and many Greek nobles followed her to the city walls, and they proclaimed their support for Sophia, which aroused the enthusiasm of the people of Bucharest.

The whole city was involved, and the city of Bucharest was barely asleep that night.

And when Ladislas heard this, the tense had reached a point where it was tricky for him.

In addition to the Greek nobles who were clearly on Sophia's side, many of the other Balkan nobles also became ambiguous, many of them either shared the fear that their territory might become a bargaining chip in future negotiations with the Ottomans, and some wanted to make themselves heroes against the pagan invasion by fighting the Ottomans, and many of them began to delay the emissaries sent by Ladislas II. Even if they did not explicitly oppose the negotiations, their attitudes were somewhat markedly different.

Ladislas II realized that things could go bad, and it was clear that the arrival of the Count of Montina had affected many people.

Another news from outside the city made the mood of the people of Bucharest even more agitated.

When the news came, the last thing the Bucharest people heard was that the outnumbered 6,000 Montina army was retreating in the direction of the Danube.

When the news came, Bucharest was shaken!

"We have to send troops to the rescue, that's 6,000 people, if it is wiped out by the Ottomans, it will be a disaster for Bucharest."

Ladislas II looked gloomily at an elderly nobleman standing in front of him, this person was a nobleman of considerable status in the Kosternich family, in order to cooperate with Rois?? In the race for the Bosnian crown, the Kostnik family decided to use the power of Hungary, so they are also one of the most unsparing disseminators of the legend of the "Greek princess".

To say about Rowa?? The reaction to the sudden betrayal and the decision to declare the succession to the throne was the Kosternich family, although if they were given the opportunity they might also choose to make peace with Rois?? The same way they sought the crown, but now they were among the nobles most opposed to talking to the Ottomans.

However, despite this, because of the need for Hungarian support, the Kosternić family has never really openly expressed their opposition to Ladislas II, but now the Kostnić family has directly stood up and expressed a different opinion from the king.

Although this made Ladislas II angry, he also knew that this Kosternic was actually right.

If the news of Montina's army was wiped out if it reached the west, it would not only mean that the enraged Europe would never send reinforcements again, but would also allow the Ottoman army to march east along the Danube, and not only would Bucharest be completely surrounded, but even the entire Danube Delta plain would be in danger of falling completely into the hands of the Ottomans.

And once this notoriously rich region fell into the hands of the Ottomans, then the end of Bucharest would come.

And such an obvious danger, Ladislas II believes that many people can see it.

Thinking of this, a strange thought suddenly flashed through Ladislas II's heart, as if it was precisely because the Count of Montina understood this that he would risk the Ottomans so unscrupulously to attack the Ottomans.

Although this somewhat absurd thought passed only for a moment, Ladislas II could not get it out of his mind.

The night was long and unbearable, and everyone knew that, according to the last news, the Ottomans, having broken through the right flank of the Montina army, had semi-surrounded them from the northwest near the north bank of the Danube, and would only wait for dawn to launch a final attack.

The early morning of April 5 was a rare good day, and the day, which had gradually become very long, showed a glimmer of light early.

The morning breeze seemed a little cool, but the blowing on the faces made the sleepy soldiers feel a lot more refreshed.

Alexander stood up from a leaning rock, and looked back at the soldiers who were leading their horses not far away, which had apparently been fed the night before, and all of them seemed to be in good spirits, ready to flee from the battlefield at the slightest command.

And Pagasus was among them.

Alexander glanced at Busako next to him, he knew that this was the last preparation that Busako had made, and he even vaguely noticed the bulging leather bag hanging from the saddle, which Alexander guessed might contain clothes for a change of clothes.

"Busako, you don't have confidence in me, it really makes me a little uncomfortable."

Alexander whispered to Busako, then beckoned to the hunters to move Pagassos over.

Then he rolled over and got on the horse's back with the help of the guards.

Alexander walked slowly in front of the fortifications made of trenches and low walls, and as he watched the groups of soldiers enter the position under the guidance of the officers, he stopped from time to time to bow his head and greet the soldiers.

"What are we going to do today?" Alexander asked casually to a few soldiers who were sharpening their weapons on stones.

"Teach the infidels!"

"Yes, we have to teach them a lesson, because the Ottomans have annoyed us," Alexander said with a smile, "although the Ottomans are difficult to deal with, don't worry, you must have seen their elite musketeers, but I assure you that their soldiers, although they are very good marksmans, are certainly not as powerful as our musketeers." ”

"Of course, our musketeers learned from their." A spearman shouted from the crowd, which immediately caused a burst of laughter.

"I remember you," Alexander pointed to the man at once, condescendingly on his horse, "and I will tell Ofreil what you said when I get back, and I am sure that the captain of the marching army will talk to you alone." ”

"Shh~" The soldiers gave a gloating boo to the man, and the atmosphere that was originally suppressed because of nervousness suddenly became a lot more relaxed.

Alexander led his horse on his horse and continued along the battle line, his speed was not fast, and his slow appearance looked more like a stroll on a horse with nothing to do.

In the distance, staccato sounds could be faintly heard from the Ottoman camp, and it was clear that the Ottomans had begun to set up.

There was still a faint morning fog that had already lifted, and the colorful wildflowers in the open field in the distance swayed slightly with the morning breeze, and the early morning scene was originally very pleasant, but the disgusting smell of blood in the wind and the blood-stained corpses destroyed everything.

From the direction of the Ottoman army came the sound of a unique rhythm, which was played by the Ottoman military band.

Several flags appeared and disappeared behind the hills in the distance, and Alexander looked at them carefully, knowing from what he knew about the Ottomans during this time that at least two of them belonged to the new army.

"It looks like there is going to be a hard battle," Alexander muttered to himself, noticing that the flag of the Forces nouvelles was moving towards the center of his army, and it was clear that the Ottomans' previous fears that the Ottomans might break through the corner of the northwestern front were correct, and that the Ottomans could decide at will whether to pursue the right flank, which might retreat eastward, or to annihilate the left flank, which had no way to escape, as long as they broke through the defensive line of the Montina army.

The long, dull sound of trumpets drowned out the Ottoman military band, and the Ottomans finally began to attack.

Alexander took the reins, he carefully watched the movements of the enemy troops on the opposite side, and as the swaying figures gradually became clear from far and near, his gaze passed over the front of the enemy and looked behind the enemy as much as possible.

Although it was still a little far away, Alexander deduced from the smoke and dust that there were not as many enemy troops pressing towards the right flank as he had previously thought.

"My lord, the Ottomans don't seem to want to surround us completely." Busako rushed to Alexander's side and watched with him at the enemy formation in the distance.

"No, they're waiting," Alexander muttered, "they're waiting for us to leave our positions in order to escape." ”

It was clear that the Ottoman commanders on the opposite side had been impressed by the fortification-based battles of the previous day, and in order to avoid another stalemate in this positional warfare, the Ottoman commanders on the opposite side decided to drive the Montina army out of their positions.

"Go and tell them that our left flank and center will be stormed, but no matter how fierce the enemy's attack is, we must not retreat, they are forcing us to leave our positions, because this is deliberately leaving a gap in the right flank," Alexander turned his horse and crossed the trench to the high ground behind the position, looking at the enemy lineup on the opposite side, looking at the approaching Ottoman army, he gave orders to his side, "Tell everyone that it is now the most critical moment, whether we leave the battlefield alive to enjoy the glory or become the enemy's prey, Just fight today! ”

After saying that, Alexander's gaze went beyond the smoke-shrouded enemy line to a further direction, and he knew that the day must be a long time for everyone.

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