Rowa? Looking at the other side of the river in a daze, his army had completely withdrawn, but the heavy losses and painful groans everywhere were pouring into his ears one after another.

The beaches on the west bank of the Muresh River were littered with bloodied wounded soldiers, and their bodies were covered in blood, and any foot could have stepped on a mutilated severed limb.

Gompati's artillery was small in number, but the shotguns he used, solidified with frozen sheep fat, were extremely destructive.

As a result of the concentrated fire on a point of bombardment, the soldiers on the boats, which had been crowded with each other, were subjected to head-on blows.

The result of the shrappels splashing around after hitting a boat or landing on the water is that many Bosnians have a part of their bodies cut off, and sometimes when the shells unfortunately land in the middle of a crowd of people crowded into a boat, some of them are torn apart by the shrapnel that flies everywhere without even feeling the pain.

As a result, although many did not die immediately, there were a large number of wounded soldiers, and the fire of the Agri musketeers on the river caused so many casualties that when the Bosnians finally fled back to the west bank of the river, some of them ran wildly into the distance as soon as they reached the shore in fear, as if something was chasing after them.

This miserable appearance makes Roy? His men were stunned, and they looked uneasily at the king, who was staring at the large number of soldiers who had fallen on the bank of the river and groaned in pain, and someone wanted to say something, but saw Roy? With a gloomy look on their faces that seemed to be covered by storms and clouds, the men wisely chose to remain silent.

"This is the army of that Count Montina?" I don't know how long it took to be Roy? He asked, but he never looked back, so no one took the initiative to answer.

Rowa? After asking again, sensing the silence of his subordinates, he turned around and looked at a group of entourages standing not far away: "Can anyone tell me what is going on with this person?" ”

Rowa? His voice was calm, and if it weren't for the gloomy and terrible look on his face, it didn't sound angry.

But those close to him knew that the king must have been furious to the extreme at this time, and if the Count of Montina was in front of him, he would not hesitate to tear that man to pieces.

"Your Majesty, it is said that man once helped Helva regain the position of Duke of Zagreb." One of his subordinates said carefully.

"Of course I know this, I'm asking who of you knows what's going on with this Count of Montina's army, and why no one knows?" Rowa? He asked as if he didn't care, and then his face changed suddenly, and he asked loudly in an almost roaring tone, "But what did I see, my soldiers were slaughtered by that man's army on the river, and my men couldn't even rush up to the opposite beach!" Even when I lose miserably, I don't know what kind of opponent I'm fighting against, and who can tell me what's going on?! ”

Rowa? The roar roared high above the riverbank, and he turned his head to look at the wounded soldiers on the beach below, his fingers shaking violently as he clenched his horsewhip.

The attendants behind him looked at Roy uneasily, venting his anger, until he raised his whip against his forehead and forced himself to calm down.

"Camping."

Rowa? As if he had really calmed down, he looked back at the slowly setting red sunset behind him, and the cold wind blowing from the river made his sweat-soaked shirt uncomfortable.

"What about the wounded soldiers, Your Majesty?" One of the attendants asked.

Rowa? His eyebrows tightened immediately, and he had already noticed that he was in great trouble because of the casualties caused by the shelling of the ships on the river by the enemy artillery.

The screams of those who cried and wailed because of pain on the shore and beach could not stop coming, which made Rova? Realize that the impact of a large number of soldiers wounded is even more serious than the loss of direct casualties on his army.

"Gather all those people together," Rois? He said slowly, "Send them to a place far away from the barracks, God will bless those who survive, and their fate will be decided by God." ”

Then he looked across the bank, which was already shrouded in darkness, and shook his head slightly at the faintly undulating hills on the opposite side.

"I don't know who this man is, but I know he's got himself in trouble," Roy? With a gloomy face, he whispered to himself, "The Ottomans will let him know what the cost of this trouble will be." ”

The waters of the Muresh River flowed incessantly, and from time to time white waves rose on the surface of the river, and then rolled downstream with the whirlpools that rolled out in circles.

The river is turbulent, the spring is cold, and the Rois? Alexander, across the river, was walking on the beach covered with Xisha at this time.

There were corpses strewn all over the feet, both enemies and their own, and sometimes someone would suddenly let out a scream, and then someone would come and drag the living out of the pile of dead people and carry them to the shore.

"Many people will not survive, and many more will be crippled," Panoni said as he followed Alexander, shrugging as he looked at the wounded soldiers who had been carried away, "Fortunately, they have already left all the money you gave at home, but fortunately, the landlord has exempted them from taxes for a few years, and that is enough." ”

"Is that enough?" Although he knew that Pannoni was right, Alexander did not expect that these Balkans would be so easily satisfied.

"What else, their families should be content." After Panoni finished speaking, he exhaled, "We are used to fighting for the landlord, and you should be content with the money you gave us, but these guys are unlucky, if they can get some more loot later, then we can entrust others to take them home." ”

"What about you, too?" Alexander asked.

"Of course, sir, all of us have to entrust our trusted people before we fight, and if anyone dies, that person will bring his spoils back to his family for him, which is also our rule." Pannoni looked at the river and said, "Sir, we know that we may die at any time, this is the only thing we can do for our family, no one will break this rule, otherwise God will punish us." ”

Alexander nodded silently, he knew that perhaps because of the influence of Eastern Roman culture and Eastern civilizations, the Balkans had customs closer to paganism, but this did not satisfy him.

"My soldiers will receive a generous pension, and this is not the spoils of war that the soldiers themselves have taken, but what I have given them," Alexander said, looking at Pannoni, "You can also receive the same treatment, if you are willing to join my army." ”

"We're fighting for you right now." Pannone said with some puzzlement.

"No, I'm talking about actually being my subordinate," Alexander looked at the Balkans walking around not far away carrying a daggle full of congealed blood, "You are fighting for me now because of Helva's orders, and what I need is Montina's soldiers." ”

Seeing that Panoni was still a little puzzled, Alexander shook his head, he knew that for these Balkans, they could not understand the concept of a standing army for a while, and for them, fighting for themselves was probably the same as fighting for those old landlords.

However, Alexander was so impressed by the bravery of the Balkans that he even considered whether he should create a company of Balkans among the hunters.

Just like the Swiss Guard that the elder Rovere later established for the Vatican, tenacious, loyal, brave and fanatical, the Balkans obviously have characteristics very similar to those of the Swiss madmen, so why not build a Balkan Guard themselves?

The idea was an idea that Alexander was eager to try, but he knew he couldn't take care of it for the time being.

"What are our losses?" Watching an entourage come up with a writing board, Alexander asked with concern.

"A total of 84 casualties, of which 26 were killed, 47 were seriously wounded, and 11 were lightly wounded," the attendant looked at what was written on the board in his hand, "My lord, there will be more dead, but that's it for now." ”

"Eighty-four," exhaled Alexander, who could not help but admit that the Bosnians were indeed difficult to deal with, and that it was not a big battle, whether it was him or Rova? Apparently there was no intention of a major battle on the banks of the Muresh River, but even then it paid the price in blood.

"Their men are dying even more, and I see that Mistress Gompati's cannons have been firing all the way up the river, and the poor fellows on the boat are about to be smashed to pieces," said Panoni, gloating, "I think they must have been annoyed with the landlord on the shore, for he had suffered a great loss." ”

"Do you mean the Bosnian king?" Alexander glanced at Pannoni and saw the instantly stiff expression on the faces of the Balkans, and he couldn't help but smile slightly, "If you didn't know whose army you just defeated before, you know now." ”

"Your Excellency, you mean that we are the one who won the war, the King?" Pannoni's voice was a little weird, his face was flushed and he was short of breath, and he looked like he would faint at any moment.

"Don't be so excited, in fact I doubt how many people in the whole of Bosnia and Croatia recognize that Rova? At least in Bucharest, no one should want to recognize him as king. ”

"That's good," Pannone exclaimed, "you know, we don't want to have my lord cut off his head for offending the king. ”

Pannoni's words made Alexander smile lightly.

"Don't worry, your lord will not punish you for this, on the contrary, he may exempt you from taxes for a few more years."

Alexander said as he looked over the already dark river, where the setting sun had completely disappeared behind the towering hills on the opposite bank, and the opposite bank was completely shrouded in darkness except for the edge of the summit where the afterglow remained.

"That's about it," Alexander muttered to himself.

In the fortress of the riverbank fort, Alexander saw Gompati, who had redeployed his artillery, and nodded secretly as he looked at the cannons that had all been moved to the short platform high above the fort.

"My lord, if you attack again, it may be the Ottomans," Gompati said with a little worry, "and Rova?" Nearly 20,000 Ottoman strikers came together. ”

"Yes, it's impossible for us to hold off the Ottomans here," Alexander gently stroked the icy barrel, "and we don't have to do so much for Bucharest." ”

"So what was your decision?" Gompati was visibly relieved, he had expected Alexander to defend the east bank of the Muresh River as he had guarded Pisa.

"When the Ottomans come, shoot all your shells." Alexander slapped the artillery, "and then blew up the artillery and withdrew from the river beach fort." ”

Gompati opened his mouth slightly, as if to speak, but only nodded after a slight hesitation.

"Stopping the Ottomans here is enough for us," Alexander looked across the river, "think about the guys in Bucharest, what are they doing now, and what are we doing." Get ready, you'll walk into the city as a hero, and let's surprise the old men of Bucharest. ”

Alexander was right, the blockade on the Muresh River on the afternoon of March 17, 1499, shook Bucharest!

Because of Rowa? The panic caused by the betrayal caused Bucharest to fall into extreme unease, and people suddenly found that the Ottomans, who had thought that they were still far away, suddenly appeared in front of them.

With Rowa? Bucharest suddenly became unsafe by introducing the Ottomans into Northern Bosnia without any resistance, and Belgrade, which had been heavily surrounded by troops because it was completely unprepared for a hasty battle, lost its role in holding back the Ottomans.

As for Helva in Zagreb, the nobles didn't even have the slightest hope for him.

50,000 against 80,000, Bucharest was frightened by this disparity in numbers.

Ladislas II has begun to reconsider whether he was overly optimistic or whether he should consider what to do if the other side refuses to settle peacefully before deciding to negotiate with the Sultan.

After all, anyone with a modicum of common sense knows that negotiation is often used when there is no absolute advantage, and in terms of the strength displayed by the Ottoman army, even in the case of equal forces, the Ottoman army obviously has a clear advantage, not to mention that the other side is almost twice as large as itself.

Ladislas II could not imagine any reason to accept the other side's request for negotiations if he had such a clear advantage, and since he would not choose to do so, how could he think that the Sultan would accept such a request.

By besieging the city and slaughtering all the rebels, Ladislas II believed that this was the only option if he were the Sultan, and that many of the nobles in Bucharest were at least nominally under Ottoman rule, so Bayezid II had every reason to punish them.

What worries the King of Bohemia even more is that the Sultan may use this as an excuse to make demands on Hungary.

This concern of Ladislas II was not unfounded, Mehmed II, who had long coveted Hungary, only temporarily died down because he was beaten all over the head by a group of Balkan peasants, but his ambitions for Hungary never diminished a little.

Now that Bayezet II has returned, and although the sultan does not seem to be so ambitious in his march, there is no guarantee that he will attack Hungary once he has completely stabilized the land.

Or rather, it was during this expedition that Bayezid II might have made unacceptable terms under the pretext that he would provide protection to the Greek nobility.

Ladislas II felt that his previous plan had been a bit reckless, but there was no point in regretting it now.

He knew very well that if he left Bucharest at this time, he would not only face embarrassment, but more importantly, it might be the betrayal of his relatives.

All he did was to keep Hungary, and to use the legend of the Greek princess to provoke a revolt in the Balkans, which resembled the Ottomans' backyard, would be in turmoil for a long time, so as to minimize the Ottomans from invading Hungary, which was his goal.

If he were to leave now, not only would everything he had done before be completely undone, but the Greek nobles he had abandoned might even fall to the Ottomans.

Ladislas II was torn between wanting to leave the already unsafe city immediately, but fearing the consequences of it.

Like the king, the others were also apprehensive by the Ottomans' long drive, and some were already thinking about slipping away, but hesitated for fear that his escape would provoke the wrath of others.

But even the most opposed ones were less reactive to the previous meeting's proposal to talk to the Ottomans.

And some of those who have been actively supporting it from the beginning are already urging the selection of candidates to be sent to the Ottoman army for negotiations as soon as possible.

It was at this time that news of the Muresh River barrage reached Bucharest.

The army of the Roman Count of Montina unexpectedly entered the battle.

The Bosnian army was held back on the west bank of the Muresh River.

The famous Rois? It was a rare blow.

The news came as a surprise to the people of Bucharest, who were in a panic.

The people who heard the news immediately became excited.

In the midst of the nervousness, people continued to inquire about the Ottomans after the Bosnian army as the vanguard was unexpectedly wounded.

And the news that followed made the mood of the people of Bucharest rise and fall as if they were sitting on a choppy ship.

On 20 March, the Ottoman forces attacking Zagreb captured Zagreb with little resistance.

On 22 March, the last fortress outside Belgrade, Fort Grey Bridge, surrendered and the city was completely besieged.

On 25 March, after leaving behind a besieging army of about 14,000 men, Bayezid II led the Ottoman army, with the main force of the new army, continuing its march towards Bucharest.

On 28 March, the Ottoman army reached the west bank of the Muresh River, and the Montina army shelled the Ottoman troops crossing the river!

On the same day, the Montina army abandoned the defense line on the east bank of the Muresh River and retreated to the east, and the Ottoman army crossed the Muresh River.

31 March, Croatia.

In the jungle camp, Herva was proclaimed Duke of Zagreb in the presence of many witnesses.

Immediately the Duke of Zagreb, Helva, in his capacity as the legal heir to the crown of Bosnia and Croatia, announced that the Great Patriotic War against the Ottomans had begun!