The sudden slashing of the saber flashed in front of his eyes like a horse falling from the sky, and the Ottoman, who was chopped to the ground before he even had time to feel pain, could not let out a scream, and blood had already gushed out from the huge gap in his neck!

It wasn't until Osman's body fell backwards that a few unexpected exclamations came out from different places.

The exclamations were made by the Ottomans in the mining convoy, as well as sneak attackers who had already lurked nearby and were preparing to attack.

However, the remaining Ottomans in the convoy did not have time to react in addition to screaming, and the "mercenaries" not far from them had already pulled out their weapons and slashed at them.

In the defenselessness, the Ottomans, who were already pitifully few in number, were killed one after another before the idea of resisting even rose, and what made the sneak attackers who were about to launch an attack even more surprising was that these guys who were originally with the Ottomans not only killed the escort Ottomans, but the person at the head even rushed to the front of the team and stretched out his hand to remove the crescent banner that led the team.

This move surprised Morko and his companions, if the killing of the Ottomans by these people just now might have been just a conflict between these people because of contradictions, then this person tearing off the crescent banner was a completely different matter.

To their surprise, as the man gave an unheard order, the team escorting the minecart not only quickly surrounded the minecart, but they also immediately turned their eyes vigilantly to the surrounding woods.

Apparently, although they don't know how these people know, they are clearly aware that someone is trying to attack them.

Faced with this series of accidents, Morko only hesitated a little before making a decision, he pulled out his musket from his waist and ignited the powder twist, and with a dull sound of gunfire from the depths of the woods, a long-hidden figure immediately appeared around the mine convoy.

Sharp spears and shining sabers glistened in the sunlight through the canopy overhead, and the Croats suddenly appeared and approached Gompati's team on the backing of the minecarts.

Realizing that a sneak attack was obviously unlikely, Morko did not give the order to attack, and he could see that these people were not only prepared, but also from the other party's actions of not only not panicking but also quickly occupying their advantageous positions, he could see that the other party did not seem to be very easy to deal with, so Morko just led people to these "foreign mercenaries" that surprised him again and again.

"Who are you?" Gompati rode on his horse and shook the saber in his hand gently, and the remaining blood on the knife splashed on the stone next to him, splashing a red color.

"What about you?" Morco looked curiously at this stranger who was not a local at first glance, he did not see a look of panic and surprise in the other party's eyes, which made him more sure that the other party already knew in advance that he was ambushing and preparing to attack them, which made Morco a little uneasy, he instinctively looked at the back of the mine convoy when he and Gompati questioned each other, although he did not believe that these people might have other companions, but this was more like a trap no matter how he looked at it.

Gompati pursed the corners of his lips, his knowledge of Bosnian was really limited, and although he could roughly understand some common words, it was really difficult for him to say them, which made him miss little Cacho a little.

Now hearing the other man asking where they came from, Gompati didn't make any more noise than waving his weapon, for he didn't know what to say.

Seeing that the other party raised his weapon without saying a word, Morko's expression sank, he didn't know why these people suddenly killed the escort Ottomans, but this did not prevent him from continuing to rob the minecart.

Morko raised his musket, which had been reloaded, and just as he was wondering whether to use the shot as a signal to attack again, a faint vibration on the ground caught his attention,

Morco immediately looked at the back of the mine convoy vigilantly again, he didn't know if the shock really came from the back of the convoy, but from the fact that the other party seemed to know that there would be an ambush just now, he already suspected that this might be a trap, and now he sensed that the situation was not right, he instinctively thought that this might be the enemy's reinforcements.

This time it didn't surprise Morko again, a companion who was standing guard at the back of the group ran all the way to Morko, his face panicked, and he kept running towards Morko, and he shouted in Bosnian out of breath: "Run! There are cavalry! A large number of cavalry! ”

Morko's face changed instantly, but not because he had heard a warning from his companion, but because he had seen a cloud of dust rising not far behind his fellow Rush.

From the smoke and dust, it was evident that the cavalry were not only numerous, but that they had clearly been prepared to target them, for he had noticed a puff of dust from the ranks that was moving rapidly along the edge of the woods towards their flanks and rear.

"It's a trap!"

Although everything was clear by this time, this thought still flashed through Morko's mind, and at the same time, he quickly looked at the "mercenaries" guarding the convoy opposite, only to see that the leader of the mercenaries seemed to shrug his shoulders at him, and as the saber in his hand swung forward, the mercenaries immediately approached Morko and them in a strange tight formation.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do anything stupid," Gompati "kindly" reminded the Bosnians, even though he knew they wouldn't understand, "I know you're brave, but you can't escape from the hunters and the bohemians." ”

Morko's face turned unusually ugly, he didn't understand what a hunter was, but he heard a familiar name "Bohemia" from the other man's mouth.

The Kingdom of Hungary has always had a strong influence on Bosnia and Croatia, and the current King of Bohemia, Vladislas II, is also the King of Hungary.

It's actually a Bohemian cavalry! The thought crossed Morko's mind, and his face turned pale in an instant.

He was not afraid of death, and was even ready to fight the enemy to the death, and he felt that there was no chance of escape, but the appearance of the Bohemian cavalry made him feel hopeless.

The Bohemians, as fierce as Osma's elite guards, were a nightmare for many, and the cavalry, which caused a storm of blood everywhere they swept like a whirlwind on the battlefield, was like a messenger of death sent from hell, and even the fierce Bosnians could not fail to admit how terrible it was to face a whole group of Bohemian cavalry.

And now Morco is even more desperate to see that those cavalry are obviously much more than his own people.

"Are you going to run away?" Gompati still asked, he had noticed that the Bohemian cavalry in the farthest distance had begun to surround the edge of the woods, and it was clear that their retreat had been cut off.

Morko gave an order that Gompati did not understand, and then he saw the Bosnians raise their weapons towards them, and some turned and stared back to back with their companions at the cavalry that had gathered around.

"It's a heroic act to choose to fight."

Riding on his horse, he looked at the Bosmians who were surrounded in the middle, but showed any timidity, and Alexander said with interest: "I see that the leader of these men is a very brave man, and I would like to know him." ”

As he spoke, Alexander's gaze looked at Drana, who was next to him with a gloomy face.

Dranagh was not in a very good mood at this time, he did not expect that Alexander not only wanted him to provide a place for his army to stay, but also whimsically offered him to lead the way.

Draena initially refused.

Although his status as a nobleman is not high, his self-esteem makes him unable to do whatever the other party tells him to do, but when Alexander offers to help him expand his territory, Dranah quickly gives up his self-esteem.

It's just that Drana never expected that Alexander's so-called leading the way actually ran all the way to the Gelmezi Mountain, and when he led Montina's army into this mountainous area bordering Croatia, Drana somewhat regretted agreeing too quickly.

Now seeing Alexander's motion, Drana, though reluctant, walked towards the Bosnians, who were already surrounded.

It was only as he got closer and closer, the look on Drana's face became more and more confused, and when he finally saw a familiar face among them, Delana's face was already full of surprise.

"Morco, Morco Sakrier, is that you?" Dranah looked at the young knight standing in front of the group in disbelief, and when he saw that the man seemed stunned because of his name, Drana, who had already made sure that it was right, grabbed his horse's belly and walked out of the group, "It's really you, I didn't expect you to appear here." ”

Morco looked at the bald spire in front of him with some confusion and looked a little mean, and when he heard the other party ask in a somewhat sour tone, "Why didn't your father's old drunkard come", Morco finally showed a look of surprise on his face: "Ivo Drana, you are Ivo Drana, the landlord of the Chakaran Valley?" ”

"Yes, it's me, Ivo Drana, the old drunkard who your father hated the most." Dranagh looked at the young knight opposite him proudly, "I heard that your father gave you the title of knight, so now I should call you Knight of Morco?" ”

"Or you should call me the landlord of the village of Lower Pawa in Chaklar," Morko glared at Drana, "Of course if you surrender to the Ottomans now, I will not quarrel with you again over the territory of a village, I will only talk to you with a knife." ”

"I didn't surrender to the Ottomans, and I didn't flee like your drunkard father, but the village of Lower Pawa is still mine, and I am the rightful landlord there." "But now let me tell you who you provoked," said Delaenne, looking around at the chasseurs who were aiming at these people with muskets in a distance, "These are the chasseurs, the army of the Count of Montina, and they have gone a long way to find you." ”

Morko's face was stunned, and he couldn't help but turn to look around, looking at the strangely dressed cavalry and the bohemians who were with them, Morko let out a confused "oh" and let out a low cry of "oh".

Then he seemed to think of something, and looked in amazement at Drana, who was disgusted by the territorial dispute with his father, and asked, "Wait a minute, you said this is the army of the Count of Montina, I wonder if you are talking about the Count of Montina?" ”

"I don't know how many Count Montina there are, but I think if you've heard anything before, it is."

Dranah said and looked back at Alexander, who was already walking slowly, "Count, I don't know who sent the message, but the news of you in Bosnia has spread. ”

"I'd love to know who did it."

Alexander nodded, but he was interested in these Bosnians now, I don't know if it was his delusion, although he had heard that the Bosnians had been constantly rebelling against the Ottomans, but whether it was Ruwa?? The big lords like the Marquis and the little nobles who looked more like thieves than nobles now, didn't seem to be very active before, on the contrary, with his arrival, these people seemed to gradually become active.

If it had nothing to do with someone deliberately spreading news about his arrival in Bosnia, Alexander did not believe it.

When Alexander appeared, Morco had been keeping an eye on him, and his intuition told him that the young man should be the Count, and although his youth surprised Morko, it only piqued Morko's interest even more.

"Father of Mademoiselle Duchess d'Estles, regent of Pisa and lord of Agri, Lord Alexandre Juliant Gombray, Count of Montina." Dranah was very careful to introduce in Bosnian, and when he saw the surprise on Morko's face, he couldn't help but smile slightly smugly, "Now you can tell me about your own origins, but as far as I know, your father is nothing but a runaway drunkard." ”

"If you insult my dad again, I'll duel you right now." Morco said hatefully, but when he saw the young earl next to him, he still endured the anger that had already surged up.

"My lord, I am Moleco Sakrier, the knight of Lower Pava," Morco said ignoring the anger on Drana's face, and whether he wanted to translate for himself or not, "I am the Flag Knight beside Viscount Helva, the heir to the Duke of Zagreb. ”

Speaking of which, Morco saw the look of surprise on Drana's face.

"What is he talking about?" Alexander also noticed Drana's strange appearance, and instead of looking at Little Cacho next to him who seemed to be about to say something, he asked Dranaa directly.

"He said he was the Flag Knight of Viscount Helva of Zagreb." Draena looked at the young man opposite him with some distraction, he couldn't help but admit that Morko's identity was really something he had never thought of before.

And what made him a little helpless was that Alexander really became interested in this identity.

Or rather, an interest arose in Viscount Helva in Zagreb.

About the religious riots that took place in Zagreb a few years ago, Alexander had heard about them when he was in Rome.

This was one of the many significant events that took place during the reign of Sistine IV.

At that time, the Croatian orthodox nobles took advantage of the chaos of the Bosnian kingdom being annexed by the Ottomans to launch a rebellion in Zagreb, the capital of Croatia, and they not only executed the Duke of Zagrebo, who had just declared his conversion to Catholicism, but also expelled his only heir, Viscount Helva.

It's just that some coastal provinces of Croatia still declared that they insisted on believing in Catholicism and were loyal to Viscount Herva, but the viscount was lost for a time, although later it was reported that the viscount was still alive, but as the situation changed as the Ottomans took the opportunity to approach Croatia, whether it was Zagreb, which had been controlled by the Orthodox nobles, or the Croatian provinces that had to announce their recognition of the suzerainty of the Ottoman Sultan, they were already too busy to take care of themselves, and naturally gradually lost interest in this viscount.

Now, when he suddenly heard the news about that Viscount Herva in the Gemmezie Mountains, Alexander could not help but be a little curious.

"Knight, the Viscount of Herva you are talking about, the son of the former Duke of Zagreb?" Alexander asked through Drana.

"Yes, and the only heir to the Duke." "The Viscount has never renounced his right to the Duke of Zagreb, and his followers have declared their allegiance to him. ”

"This is a surprise to me," Dranab muttered to himself in a voice that no one else could hear, he had never imagined that the Sabrie, who had fought with him a few years earlier for the village of Lower Pava, would become a follower of Viscount Helva, and then he looked at Morco and couldn't help but say, "This is really a surprise to me." ”

"This also surprises me," Alexander's gaze swept over the young knight in front of him and his men who were still a little nervous, looking at their dirty appearance, Alexander's eyes flashed with a strange look, "I think we misunderstood, you are actually attacking my friend, or should I say our prey." ”

It was only then that Alexander looked at Gompati.

"Well, are you satisfied with your mercenaries?"

"I'll be more satisfied if I turn these ores into cannons." Gompati didn't mind looking greedy at all, "My lord, when are we going to Hungary, aren't we here for the Hungarian copper mines?" ”

Hearing Gompati's question, Alexander shook his head a little helplessly, perhaps because he saw the ore of the entire convoy, but he didn't expect Gompati to be more interested in Hungarian copper mines than he was.

Only now, Alexander felt that this trip to Hungary seemed to have some other changes, and looking at this knight named Morko, Alexander couldn't help but think of the Viscount Herva.

One of the most prominent nobles of the original Bosnian kingdom, the Duke of Zagreb was once one of the most qualified of the Croatian nobility to compete for the Bosnian throne.

But none of this is important, the important thing is that one of the people who is said to have instigated the riots in Zagreb was the Ruva?? Marquis.

This made Alexanda feel that the Viscount of Herva seemed to have become important all of a sudden.

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