Walking on the sloppy mud, dripping with sticky, muddy sewage, and moving through swamps that drenched your ankles, sometimes knee-deep, and almost waist-deep, was a terrible and sometimes dangerous thing to do.

The physical strength that was wasted more than usual was not replenished, and sometimes the soldiers had to take advantage of the opportunity to hold on to the rotted trunks of the trees as they passed some dead trees, but such places were always dangerous.

Especially those willow forests that have been soaked in water for many years, because they can't get sunlight, so the pond becomes more humid, and the roots of the trees deep in the water are intertwined in the mud like a big net, often when someone steps on it, the ankles will immediately sink into the gap between the mud and the roots, this time is very dangerous, if you struggle desperately, you will get more entangled, sink deeper, and at this time people are often panicked and unable to calm down.

As a result, once you fall down during the constant struggle, the mud pouring into your mouth and nose will make people even more frightened.

There were already people in the Ottoman army who were panicked by such a thing and lost their lives.

When the victim was found and dragged out of the water, the people next to him were surprised to find that the muddy water was not as deep as waist, but even so, someone still lost their lives.

This caused the Ottoman soldiers to develop a deep fear of the swamp, and they began to believe that there seemed to be something terrible hidden in it, and this fear soon spread among the soldiers, and when one of the officers realized that it was necessary to curb this baseless but potentially destabilizing suspicion, they saw the shadow of Montina's army.

Nikola Jo Macioni was not in his position on the edge of the marsh, he was now commanding his second brigade in the Pisa regiment close to the right.

But thanks to Marccioni's natural brilliant mind and almost instinctive ability to generalize co-ordination, or rather to his gamble with the Genoese, the makeshift wooden plank that Maccini made a bet using the principles of statistics and laid down with high speed and efficiency helped the Genoese and Gompati greatly.

The inability to use crossbows due to the humidity gave the Genoese a significant advantage, so they could only stand passively in the muddy water and wait for the enemy.

Because they also relied on these easily destroyed wooden platforms as support for their positions, the Genoese were forbidden to walk on the wooden plank roads until the Ottomans appeared, according to Gompati's orders.

When the Ottomans appeared, the Genoese immediately got rid of the wet mud under their feet and climbed onto the wooden ground, although the muddy water poured into their boots was still uncomfortable under their feet, but at least it was a good feeling to walk a little easier.

Looking at the Ottomans who had already appeared on the opposite side, Gompati calculated the range of the artillery.

The swamps were effective in stopping the charge of the enemy's cavalry, and even the infantry could not organize a powerful charge on this terrain, but this was a big problem for the Ottomans, but it was not a good thing for Gompati.

"The ground is too soft." Gompati muttered under his breath that a shell falling into the mud would sink directly into the mud, which was not a good thing for the artillerymen.

With this said, Gompati looked at the strange-shaped horn cannon beside him, and felt a little relieved.

The special topography of the swamps prevented the Ottomans from forming wide battle formations, which undoubtedly prevented them from exploiting their superiority in numbers, and Gompati let out the whistle that veteran ruffians often blew out from his mouth as he watched the enemy advancing almost in columns along the way.

"Count, 11 guns in total, 4 shelling openings......" Gompati muttered there calculating the area that the artillery could cover, when the sound of gunfire and faint shouts of killing from the flanks also caught his attention.

The Ottomans on the other side stopped, and Gompati spat out a small piece of wicker twig in his mouth, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Sure enough, along with a unique rhythmic music, the humid air came with the smell of rotting after the sludge had been violently stirred.

The Ottomans began to charge!

The width of the swamp position was not small, after all, it was initially designated as the front of the battle by both sides.

It was only later, when it was discovered that this area was indeed not suitable for the formation of troops, that the two sides decided to take a detour to the enemy's flank.

So now Gompati was facing the Ottoman right flank, which was composed of most of the infantry, and he had to defend a very large frontal position.

The Ottomans charged bravely, and most of them did not look backward when they ran, shouting pious prayers while rushing at the enemy, and that resolute momentum often made their opponents tremble before they made contact, and if they were less timid, they would simply turn around and flee.

The Genoese were also nervous, for these heretics were too terrible for them, and it could be said that they had never seen such a crazy enemy in the "Italian Civil War" they had experienced before, unlike any enemy they had encountered before, even if they could not see their faces clearly, they could feel the fanaticism and horror of the enemy on the other side from the swaying figures that kept running wildly.

It can be said that if it was the first time they encountered these enemies, knowing that their regiment would have to face such an enemy alone, the Genoese would probably have chosen to retreat before they had even fought.

But after the Battle of the Alger River, the Genoese became less or less fearful of the Ottoman army.

Perhaps more importantly, it was psychological, as they stood on the boardwalk made of dry wood, and looked at the brave figures on the other side, but inevitably stumbled because of the mud under their feet, the Genoese suddenly felt that these heretics did not seem so terrible.

With the exception of the Ottoman New Guards, which the Sultan considered his own army, and the Muserim infantry, which consisted of a large number of war slaves, the main sources of the Ottomans were tribal and vassal armies.

As a result, this army, which is known as the most powerful army of this era, still has a difference between high and low and strong and weak.

Because Xi Sugu judged Alexander's intentions, he resolutely threw his elite troops into the flanks.

In this way, Gompati faced a large tribal army.

A tribal army of about 4,000 men rushed towards Gompati's position, and Gompati had only his 11-gun patchwork artillery and a Genoese regiment of more than 1,000 men.

So even if it's a little ridiculous to look at the enemy, it's still terrifying.

Gompati sensed the fear of the Genoese people, and that vague fear was contagious.

Gompati realized that he couldn't let the situation go like this, and he decided to strike first.

"Come, try this thing first," Gompati ordered the artillery that had been prepared a long time ago, the strange-looking horn cannon had been filled with the calculated amount of gunpowder, and Gompati licked the corners of his lips as he watched the curling green smoke formed by the barrel of the cannon that had been dug out of a deep groove and burned in the humid air.

"Bang~"

A sound that was very different from that of other guns was accompanied by a thick smoke from the muzzle, not very loud but somewhat muffled, and with the swing of the barrel of the gun, the smoke was accompanied by a cloud of sparks and a large black thing that ejected from the barrel of the gun.

An Ottoman stopped, not out of fear but out of his foot in a puddle, the sticky mud stuck to his boots, so that he would not be removed from his boots and barefoot, so he could only stop and bend down and grasp the shaft of his boots and try to pull his feet out of the mud.

It was then that he heard a screeching sound.

It was the sound of something crashing through the air, and because the air in the swamp was so humid, and there seemed to be a lot of it, the sound was a muffled whisper.

It sounds like a hornet is coming at you.

Then the Ottoman felt a burning pain in his bent back as if something had suddenly run over him, and the pain made him stand up straight and scream.

Then the man was stunned to find that the surroundings were empty, except for himself, many of his companions who had been charging together by his side suddenly disappeared, and just a few steps away, half of the body that was spurting blood and beaten to the ground and couldn't tell what it was slowly pouring into the muddy water.

The great fear caused the Ottoman to utter a completely untoned cry, but before he could utter a second scream, his companions behind him had already swarmed up, and he was knocked to the ground, his weapon falling into a black muddy water mixed with the blood from the corpses around him.

"My knife! My knives! The soldier shouted as he groped in the water, and then he heard a dull shelling from the front.

The battle began on a battlefield that was not so favorable to both sides.

When the Ottomans at the front finally rushed near the wooden planks, they saw the dense array of shields of the Genoese Res, and the distinctive broad-edged swords in their hands.

No one can remember which section of the position the slashing started first, from the first sound of desperate roars and weapons colliding to the instant scuffle between the two sides, it was just an instantaneous thing.

The Ottomans rushed forward desperately, and the ranks that could only push desperately because they could not spread their formation became crowded, and the soldiers behind desperately pushed their comrades into the enemy's position, in order to form a violent charge, and sometimes it was this seemingly crazy action that frightened the less determined enemy and broke down in an instant.

However, perhaps because they had been entangled with this pesky mud for too long while advancing, the Ottomans' offensive momentum was obviously much weaker than usual, even if a large number of soldiers launched a charge towards several enemy points at the same time, but this not only caused the Genoese line to waver for a while, but in the end it failed to break up the enemy's formation at the beginning of the charge.

However, Gompati's artillery positions were clearly the focus of the Ottoman attack, especially after the heavy artillery fired in a near-flat manner at the enemy queue that had to be gathered due to the narrow terrain, and his artillery became a thorn in the side of the Ottomans.

The Ottoman soldiers began to attack the guns of Gompati, but to their dismay, the damp air made their bows and arrows useless, and the Ottoman archers let out a cry of indignation as they watched the arrows that fell tremblingly and flew out not far away, and they were answered by the dull roar of the Montina artillery positions in the distance.

The stone projectile hit the ground and splashed a huge splash of water that was higher than the treetops, and the splash of water droplets hit the face with severe pain, but the large expanse of rotting mud in the swamp greatly reduced the power of the cannonball, except for some unlucky people who were directly hit and did not have time to dodge when the cannonball rolled on the mud ground, the terrible power of the cannon was obviously greatly reduced.

But even so, dark red blood and mutilated corpses floated everywhere in the muddy water after being hit by the shells.

The Ottomans launched a fierce attack on Gompati's position, and many soldiers rushed at the enemy like crazy without even an officer's order, while Gompati's artillery launched round after round of artillery bombardment against the Ottomans, who were forced to gather together because they could not form a formation.

Gompati stared at the enemy in front of him, knowing that it wouldn't be that simple, or that the Ottomans wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Sure enough, he soon noticed that the Ottoman offensive was slowing down, but his intuition told him that the enemy clearly had no intention of retreating.

Then there is some conspiracy.

As soon as this thought crossed Gompati's mind, the Ottoman army on the opposite side began to desperately attack the Genoese formation on the left.

The left flank of the Genoese stood beneath a wet hill that seemed to have no barrier to lean on, and opposite them was the dead and terrifying expanse of water.

The place seemed so calm that not even a single waterfowl could be seen, except for the occasional alert glance of a few fast-swimming otters peeking out of the muddy water with a clever little eyed head, and the only disturbing thing about the swamp was that it was too quiet.

Suddenly, however, the silence was broken, and the Ottomans began to attack from the other side of the marsh, and in spite of the danger hidden beneath the terrible waters before them, they were led by a group of Muselim soldiers dressed in gray robes with a gloomy and cold expression, who rushed madly out of the dry willow forest, and rushed towards the Genoese with muddy water almost up to their waists.

Madness always comes at a price, and some people are unfortunate enough to fall into a quagmire that seems to be nothing out of the ordinary, and some are gradually rushing into a pool of water that flows lower in a whirlpool.

But no matter what, the sacrifice of the Muserim soldiers was exchanged for the Ottoman army, and finally with the white striped human life, in a very short time, paved a road to death to the Genoese regimental position!

Gompati had discovered the Ottomans' intentions when they had just begun to charge, but because the area was far from his artillery position, and the enemy was attacking him fiercely, he could only watch the Ottomans approach little by little from the top of the Genoese left flank in that frightening way, and his artillery could not reach that far because it was too far away.

"God bless those fools not to be stupid enough to do stupid things."

Gompati prayed silently in his heart, and all he could do at this time was pray, but God did not seem to hear his prayer, so when he once again ordered the strangely shaped "trumpet cannon" to shoot a large field of flames wrapped in rubble from above the enemy's heads, he heard a cheer accompanied by screams.

The Ottomans, at great cost, finally opened the way and launched an attack on the left flank of the Genoese.

The front of the Genoese regiments was noticeably shaken, and they began to move closer and more to the left, trying to save the left flank that could be surrounded, which made them even careless of Gompati's artillery, which was just behind them.

"Damned Genoese, filthy pigs, bastards of prostitutes and crooks!" Gompati burst into a rage and scolded, and his vicious words made some of the soldiers next to him who thought they were veterans stunned.

However, the artillerymen did want to join their commander in scolding the Genoese people, especially when the Genoese seemed to be trying to abandon the right flank altogether because of the danger of the left flank, and some of the artillerymen were already frantically looking for fleeing horses or mules pulling carts.

These experienced ruffians knew very well what would happen to the artillerymen as prisoners, even if they needed to survive the artillery, and because of hatred, they would probably suffer inhuman torture before they died.

Because of this, the artillery slaughtered the enemy's infantry while still needing the protection of their own infantry, and once abandoned on the battlefield, the fate that awaited them was truly terrible.

"I swear that if I survive, I will never provide even one more support to the Genoese in my life." Gompati cursed with an oath, and he saw that the nearest brigade of sword and shield men was retreating towards the slope where he was standing, and as he got closer, the Ottoman bows and crossbows, which had been too wet to be effective, were already threatening the artillery positions.

"Genoese fools, your Montina folks are better than you." Gompati scolded again, and although he knew it was useless, there was nothing else he could do at this time except to scold a few words to get angry.

"My lord, let's run away quickly, if we are caught by the Ottomans, we will be in trouble." A young artilleryman shouted in panic, and at this time, apart from him, a few slippery artillerymen had disappeared.

"A bunch of cowards." Gompati looked at the vacated gun emplacements and frowned.

"My lord, are we going to blow up the artillery?" The young gunner asked anxiously, he had actually wanted to run away for a long time, and now that Gompati seemed to be unwilling, he regretted even more why he didn't run with those veterans before.

"Why do you want to bomb the cannons, I've already done this once by the Muresh River, and these cannons are treasures that I finally found."

Gompati scolded the gunner angrily, and he looked ahead again, and as the Genoese retreated, trampling on the corpses and blood stains of soldiers on both sides, the Ottomans had finally set foot on the dry slopes.

"God, I want to thank you." Gompati crossed his chest, looked up at the sky above him, and nodded to a hunter who had been following him but never spoke.

The young gunner glanced in a state of panic at the hunter, who had been conspicuous from the beginning because of his striking military uniform and the oddly looking musket hanging from his back, but no one knew what he was here for.

Seeing Gompati's gesture, the hunters removed the short, thick barrel of the gun, which was loaded not with lead or stone, but with a strange cylindrical bullet made of hard oiled paper.

The hunter held his musket to his shoulder and aimed it at the sky, and as the hammer slammed into the recess of the medicine pool, the musket made a small muffled sound.

A black shadow shot into the sky, and when it fell, several tails of smoke of various colors hung in the air.

"God forbid, those fools didn't do anything stupid this time." Gompati said again, but this time with a hint of lightness in his tone, as he turned his head to look out into the woods behind the slope.

The young gunner looked at Gompati with a puzzled look, and then he saw a figure pouring out of the woods.

The men screamed with unknown meaning, their faces were hideous, and their eyes shone with a terrifying light as crazy and tyrannical as the Ottomans.

And in the midst of what looked like a bunch of savages, he saw the fleeing veterans being shoved and shoved towards them by the swords, hatchets, and messy weapons.

"Don't forget to remind me that when this battle is over, hang all those deserters." Gompati gave an order to the young gunner, and when he saw his blank appearance, Gompati said casually, "Okay, you are now an officer." ”

The Balkan regiment, which has not been missing, appeared in the rear of the left flank of the swamp!