Chippes leaned against a wall, his armor so heavy that he couldn't breathe, and when someone finally broke the hinges on the side of his armor and pulled him out of a grave, he felt as if he had been given a new lease of life.

He struggled to remove a ring from his finger, a large gem that had been contaminated with blood and was so discernible that it was no longer visible.

"Thank you for saving me, you can take the ring." Chipes gasped vigorously after speaking, the light gray hair on his head pressed against his face, and the dust on his face made him look embarrassed, and he seemed to be a completely different person compared to the brave and resolute Archduke of Wallachia before.

"Your Highness, you seem to be injured." The soldier dragged Chipes out of the pile of dead men with great difficulty, but at the slightest movement, Chipes cried out in pain.

"I think my ribs are broken," Cepes took a breath, then spat out a little hard, looking at the cloudy phlegm and relieved himself slightly, "It's good that the broken bone didn't hurt the internal organs, otherwise I would be in big trouble." ”

The soldier carefully dragged Chippes's body back along the edge of the street, and said anxiously: "Sir, we are in a lot of trouble now, and those people seem to want to kill us." ”

The soldier's words made Chipes stunned, he raised his head slightly to look into the distance, and when he saw the dense swaying figures in front of the city gate, Chipes first sighed, and then relaxed weakly, letting the soldier drag the clothes on his shoulders backwards.

"We're defeated, aren't we?" said Chipes, looking at the slowly moving roofs on either side of his head, he could smell the strong smell of blood and hear the groans of pain coming from the streets around him, but he couldn't understand what was going on.

"We've been ambushed," said the soldier, panting as he dragged him back into the distance, "I don't know how, but we must have been sold, bullets from the front, from the left, and from the right, and we didn't know where the enemy was, and many of us were beaten into a sieve." ”

Cepes sighed, he didn't know what was wrong, he was surprised when the cannon rang out, but it was only anger at Ladislas II for openly firing in his city, but what happened next was completely unexpected.

Montina's army, who was supposed to be completely unaware, shot at them without even waiting for him to intervene, as if they were going to attack him, and then, as the soldier said, his Wallachians were ambushed.

Someone betrayed me, who is it, there are not many people who know about this operation, then there are even fewer who know what he is going to do, and if he betrays him, there is only one person who will benefit!

Chipes let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes and feeling the pain coming from his body, until the soldier suddenly stopped.

"Your Highness, we have no way." The soldier let go of his grip on Chipes' coat as he spoke, and he lay backwards, his head resting on the cold stone floor.

Chipes looked up, and he saw that the soldier seemed to want to draw his sword, but then reluctantly gave up, and then two men came and dragged him aside.

More and more people came to him, the figures swayed, and they all looked down at him.

Chipes wanted to sit up, for he felt that when he looked up, the men seemed so tall that they completely enveloped him, and all of them seemed to be standing upside down, as if they were walking with their heads on the sky.

Chipes wanted to laugh, but suddenly felt a pain in his chest and a choked throat, and he knew that his internal organs were probably still injured, because he had begun to feel a fever in his body, which was sometimes hot and cold.

A familiar figure appeared above him, and Chipes struggled to raise his head to see clearly, but after an effort, he simply gave up.

Ladislas II, King of Bohemia and Hungary.

Looking down at Cepes, who was lying on the ground gasping for breath, Ladislas II groaned for a moment, then crouched down with some effort beside him.

"Aren't you curious?" The king asked in a whisper.

"Not now," Chipes gasped softly, "You planned all this, right, to make me a victim of this conspiracy?" ”

"No, it's your conspiracy," Ladislas II kept his voice low, "it doesn't matter to me who rules Wallachia, although I'm interested in the lands of Wallachia, but not so much compared to Hungary. ”

"What do you get out of betraying me?" Chipes tilted his head slightly and looked up at the king, "The Ottomans will still come, and then who can you count on to keep the heretics at bay for you?" ”

"Maybe it's Sophia, maybe it's someone else, who knows," the king pouted indifferently, "and there are many other things I can get, but it has nothing to do with you." ”

"Will I be judged for betrayal......" Chipes' voice was slurred, his head was a little dizzy, and the corners of his mouth began to leak blood.

"Do you want to be judged," the king asked, and then he shook his head very dryly, "Yes, you will be judged, you are guilty of treason, because you tried to collude with the Ottomans to subvert Wallachia, you should have been burned at the stake, but because of your status as the Grand Duke of Wallachia, you will be spared from being burned at the stake, but will be hanged." ”

Chipes took a deep breath, which made half of his body tremble in pain, but the king's last words made him seem to be refreshed.

"I am the Grand Duke of Wallachia?" He jerked upward, then fell down with a scream of pain.

"Yes, I admit that you are the Grand Duke of Wallachia, although it is purely to prove that you have betrayed your country, but it is enough to make you proud, isn't it, you have been fighting for this title, now enjoy your last glory."

"You still have nothing in the end, your father Vlad III is a cruel ruler, but he is also the best man in your family, but he failed in the end, and you will not succeed."

Chipes tilted his head slightly, looked at the king, and said hurriedly, while gasping for breath:

"Bury me and my father together, and I will accompany him!"

"You mean buried in Dembvica?" The king looked at him with pity, "Do you think who betrayed him in the first place, me?" In fact, it was his companions of the Dragon Knights who really betrayed him, and they took a fancy to his wealth and eventually betrayed him to the Ottomans. ”

"Ah~"

Chipes shouted frantically, he tried hard to sit up but couldn't muster his strength, because of the tightness in his chest, he couldn't help but push the top of his head against the ground, open his mouth wide and show his teeth, gasping for air.

"Send us back to Transylvania, and we'll be buried with our ancestors!"

Chipes roared like a beast.

Ladislas II slowly stood up, looking at Cepes who was lying on the ground trembling with some pity, and then reached out and hung the ring he had given the soldier on top of Cepes's head and shook it.

A drop of blood stained with the ring slid down Chippes's lips and into his throat, causing him to cough in pain again.

The king let go of his finger in disgust, and the ring tumbled and fell, smashing into Cepes's chest, rolling down his body and falling to the ground.

Then he turned away, Ladislas II no longer wanted to see this man, and for him the threat from the Chipes family was gone.

The Wallachian army was not fully involved in the operation of Cepes, just as the Montina army still had to be stationed at the fortress of Bukur to spy on the Ottomans, and the Wallachians did not all fully support him, so he did not want to make a big fuss, and the people who were able to participate in the attack were all real cronies of Tempes.

An army of about 600 men was quietly brought into Bucharest by Chipes, which was actually enough to carry out a military murder, but when faced with the enemy who had already prepared for it, and even set up an ambush, the fate of this army was already predetermined.

This was the first joint operation of the Montina army and the Kosenza army, except for Sofia's small palace, on the street leading to the city gate of the fortress of Bukur, which the Kosenca had quietly arranged in advance while entering the city, and the front of the gate was handed over to the hunters of the Montina army.

As the soldier who dragged Chipes out of the pile of dead people said, when the attack began, bullets kept coming from all directions, and when the musketeers hiding in the houses, attics, and the front walls fired at the bewildered Wallachians in the streets, it was all over at first.

This is a military murder in the truest sense of the word.

The fresh air of the morning could not hide the disgusting smell of blood, just as even if you washed it vigorously with a bucket, you could still see the shocking blood stains in some places on the street, and the traces that could not be concealed told of the bloody and terrible things that had happened in the city the night before.

Alexander walked slowly down the street, the stones under his feet damp and shiny, but if you looked closely, you could see the dark red marks between the cracks in the stones.

The bodies had been removed, and a few exposed feet could be faintly seen through the cracks in the fenders of some of the carriages, and the mutilated palms of the bulging carriages covered with sackcloth, and there were many of them, all the way along the side of the road, and there was no end in sight.

Gompati approached him with several officers, and when he saw Alexander they stood at a distance, and then bowed.

"How's it going on the King's side?" Alexander asked.

"That majesty wants to see you," Gompati said with a sarcastic smile, "he had gone to see that Chipes. ”

Alexander nodded slightly, he knew that Dresses had always been a problem in Ladislas II's heart, whether it was because of the coveting of Wallachian lands or because of the death of Vlad III, the king had always regarded Chipes as a great obstacle.

Only this time Ladislas II had to do so more out of order to solve the crisis facing Hungary.

Rowa? And Herva are in the south of Hungary, which is too dangerous for Ladislas II!

He had to get those two men out of southern Hungary as soon as possible, and even more so to restore order to the local area as soon as possible, otherwise he would create an excuse for Emperor Maximian.

For Ladislas II, Emperor Maximian was more taboo than the Ottomans.

Ladislas II knew that he had to salvage the situation as soon as possible, but the only one who could hold the Rois at bay was Helva, who was undoubtedly Alexander's staunchest ally in the Balkans

Then if you want all this to end as soon as possible, you must have the support of Alexander.

Ladislas II saw Alexander's infatuation with Sophia with his own eyes, which made him feel that he had mastered Alexander's weakness.

Sometimes you don't have to deal directly with someone to get what you want from them.

Alexander's desire to become Queen of Greece was so strong that the king felt that it was a great opportunity.

If there was a place where Alexander could fulfill this wish, Wallachia was undoubtedly the most suitable.

Vlad III's brutal reign was accompanied by doubts about his succession to the title of Grand Duke of Wallachia, which led to his near-overthrow shortly after his accession, and then until the day his head was cut off, Vlad III's Grand Duke status was not unshakable, at least legally.

And for a long time, Chipes's inheritance was not so convincing.

Make Sophia the master of Wallachia in exchange for Alexander's support for him.

The idea completely captivated Ladislas II as soon as it appeared, and he even felt that he was a complete genius, otherwise he would not have come up with such an all-encompassing idea.

What would a Wallachia inherited by Sofia look like?

At the very least, the country could be the front line against the Ottomans, and Croatia, which was bound to become the Wallachian League, could hold off the Bosnian threat to Hungary from the southeast, so that Hungary would not have to worry about a direct Ottoman invasion, at least for a long time.

In addition, the possible benefits of Alexander in the West were also one of the reasons why Ladislas II took it seriously, and the thought of perhaps gaining support from the Vatican through Alexander, the king felt that he might not necessarily be at a disadvantage in future conflicts with the emperor.

The king was proud of his ingenuity, especially when the news of Tsepez's victory over Sissou Valley on the east bank of the Dembvica River came, and the king was eager to reach an agreement with Alexander on the matter.

Ladislas II could not tolerate the Piercing Son's becoming Grand Duke of Wallachia, not only because of the contradictions between the two sides, but more importantly, because of the intricate relationship between the Celestes and the Ottomans, which made it difficult for him to feel at ease with Celpes.

As a "Greek princess", whether Sophia can be recognized by the Balkan nobility depends entirely on whether she can insist on being the banner against pagan invasions.

So the king finally decided to tentatively send someone to reveal his bold idea to Alexander, and soon a man he disliked appeared before the king with Alexander's reply.

Of course, Ladislas II knew about the matter between Nashan and his wife, but the queen was from the Neapolitan royal family, and if he wanted to gain support in Rome, the role of the queen should not be underestimated, but the face of the gypsy king could not be improved.

But when he saw Alexander's reply, the king's unhappiness quickly vanished.

A secret treaty was soon made, according to which Sofia would receive Wallachia and Herva would become king of Croatia.

In return, Alexander would forge Wallachia's alliance with Croatia and Hungary, and at the same time exchange Hungary for 30 years of copper mining rights for a one-third more share of the Cretan plantations than he had previously promised.

And in this honeymoon, there is another article about Josa, that is, Ladislas II will open the markets of Bohemia and Hungary to the chambers of commerce of the free trade zone, and at the same time as obtaining the right to sell a variety of goods in the free trade zone, Ladislas II promised to sell the right of passage to Poland and Eastern European countries to the chamber of commerce of the free trade zone.

Everyone seems to have benefited from this, and the only one who was sacrificed was Cepes.

In the distance, a large crowd appeared in the street, and from a distance, Alexander quickly recognized the Patriarch of Bucharest, who was surrounded by many Balkan nobles and walked in the middle.

The faint smell of blood on the street still doesn't get rid of it, especially after the sun comes out, and as the temperature rises, the smell of nausea gets even stronger.

Not knowing whether it was because of the smell or the anger, Alexander noticed that the faces of the patriarch and the nobles were unusually ugly.

Both Alexander and Ladislas II were Catholics, and it was these two Catholics who bloodbathed an Orthodox Grand Duke at the place of the Patriarch!

Alexander could imagine how angry this would have been, but when he walked up to him, the Patriarch, after a long silence with a gloomy face, finally raised his hand and made a cross in the air.

"May God bless you Count and also your holy marriage."

Alexander bowed in salute, but when he heard the second half of the Patriarch's blessing, the expression on his face couldn't help but froze slightly.

Thinking that Jisha was not far behind, he couldn't help but suspect a little that the patriarch was going to borrow a knife to kill someone.

And in the castle of Bucharest, Ladislas II, who had returned, was listening to the men he had sent out before reporting to him what he had seen.

"It was a massacre of Your Majesty, and the Count of Montina killed all the black troops, and his men even burned their flags."

The retinue described with a disturbed expression, and the horrific death of the black soldiers made him want to vomit when he thought about it, so much so that his lips trembled when he described it to the king.

"Killed?" Ladislas II asked softly.

"Yes, Your Majesty, the last of the Black Army no longer exists."

"Yes," the king glanced at a figure that had just flashed through the doorway, and he was sure it was Nashan, and he was now going to the queen's chambers, "and that's good, I don't have to pay those people anymore." ”

On May 18, 1499, a gallows was erected in the square in front of the Bucharest Cathedral.

Grand Duke Cepes of Wallachia, hanged!

When the noose was around his neck, Tzepes, son of Count Dracula of Transylvania, let out a cursed cry!