The Balkans were fierce and rebellious. As for how much this rumor reached, Gompatti quickly understood it.

The sudden appearance of Montina's army surprised both sides. Unlike the mountain people, the Ottomans responded quickly. Their soldiers rushed back to the team, trying to rely on the sharp muskets of the Ottoman New Army in several carriages to fight against these numerous enemies. But what they did not expect was that this strange army not only had more people than them, but also was not inferior to them in the firearms that made the Ottomans proud of. Even with the deafening gunshots that blew up in the woods, the number and power of the other party's firearms were even stronger than them.

Several Ottomans standing in front of the car immediately fell to the ground with their guns, and the flying projectiles roared and rammed in the woods, hitting the carriage boards and making crackling sounds.

The Ottomans were a little confused. They could not imagine where the people who had been out of the army were always in the army because of the obstruction of the woods. However, the Ottoman officer who led the team quickly confirmed that these people were definitely not Balkans. Even from their strict fighting style, a thought that surprised him quickly flashed through his mind.

"This is the army from Rome!" The Ottomans suddenly remembered the rumors they had heard before, but those rumors were heard from the Bosnians. As for whether a foreign army really arrived in the Balkans, it was always just a legend.

Now the Ottoman officer believed that he should have encountered that army, and the other party was obviously much more powerful than he thought, at least now they were caught off guard by the other party.

The trombones sounded from the carriage, and the length and order of the trumpet were more like music. With the sound of the trumpet, the Ottomans quickly retreated towards the way they came. Although there were enemies around, the mountain people on the way they came obviously had to deal with it better.

The mountain people did not relax their attack because of the Ottoman retreat. They still rushed towards the enemy who relied on those carriages. They were so fierce that they were still fearless in the face of the muskets in front of them, so that many people were almost shot and knocked down by the muskets.

After batches, the shouts and whistles of mountain people were heard one after another in the woods, and some mountain people holding crossbows stood up very close to the Ottoman muskets, and the sounds of gunfire and the screams of being shot were constantly echoing in the woods.

"Are they crazy?"

A Genoa sword and shield soldier hiding behind a tree muttered, because he could clearly see the faces of the new Ottoman soldiers because they were very close. This was the first time he had seen an Ottoman so close. If there was some fear, pagans were always described as slaves around the devil, so they should be hideous and terrifying. Although it seems not so scary now, the powerful firearms of the Ottomans surprised the Montina army.

This was the first time that the Montina army encountered an enemy with such dense firepower as it. Although neither the number of people nor the number of firearms could be compared with them, the Montina soldiers realized that these were enemies completely different from those they had encountered before.

So when the mountain people rushed forward to the enemy's gun without any precautions, the Agris who were hiding behind the tree were shocked.

Then several more people were shot to the ground.

"This is really unexpected," Gompatti licked his lips. He actually didn't like those guys who were brave but too stubborn. In his opinion, the only ending of such a person if he went to the battlefield was to become artillery fire. There was no courage and tenacity in front of the artillery that could not be crushed. If he couldn't do it, it only means that the power of the shell was not strong enough.

But looking at the mountain people who rushed forward one after another, Gompatti couldn't help but admit that in some special places, such fierceness did play an unexpected role. At least in the Balkan forests, this Ottoman team was inevitably devastated.

"Military soldiers, go forward!"

Gompatti issued an order to the Agri musketeers, and the musketeers who were originally hidden in the woods approached the Ottomans from both sides of the mountain road with the drum beats.

Gompatti urged his horse to move forward slowly. Seeing a big man who was stopped by the soldiers, Gompatti waved his hand at him: "I don't know if you can understand me, let your people leave immediately, otherwise you will die with the Ottomans."

As he said that, he pointed to both sides of the mountain road in the distance. Seeing that the man seemed to be hesitant, Gompatti shrugged. He didn't care about killing these people with this team of Ottomans. Speaking of which, this was also the first time they fought with the Ottomans. Although it was just a small team, the enemy's powerful firearm still gave Gompatti a deep impression. Because of this, he even made up the idea that the enemy must be wiped out in the first battle, because only in this way can the army be freed from the inexplicable fear of the Ottomans.

Europeans were afraid of the Ottoman Empire, which began very early. In the eyes of Europeans, the Ottomans were like beasts, and the demise of Eastern Rome even brought this fear to its peak.

The Montina army could not escape this fear. Even though they had the most powerful weapon of this era, when they entered the Balkans, Alexander and his officers heard the fearful whispers among the soldiers. Among those discussions, the Ottomans had the appearance of a devil and terrifying power. Their weapons were cursed. Once they were injured by those weapons, they would be poisoned and rotten, and even their souls could not enter heaven.

Alexander knew very well that the root of this fear came from strangeness and ignorance, so he had ordered Gompatti to seek to wipe out the enemy in the first battle!

It seemed that he felt some danger from Gompatti's seemingly careless behavior. The man quickly looked at both sides of the mountain road, and soon he saw a flashing figure, which was even more terrifying. The muskets in the hands of those people.

"Hurry, I don't have any extra time." Gompatti didn't want the battle to delay too long. He had to make the soldiers feel that the Ottomans were just so, so he needed a clean and ruthless battle to wipe out the enemy.

The man had realized what Gompatti was going to do, and he immediately rushed towards his companions who were trying to rush towards the Ottomans, while shouting in Bosnian.

Gompatti looked at the mountain people who were stopped but still rushed forward without caring about it. He had begun to hesitate about whether recruiting such a group of soldiers was suitable. He wanted to organize a group of people who did not obey orders at all. He felt that the count might have a headache for a long time.

Gompatti nodded to the trumpeter, and with the rhythmic sound of the trumpeter, the musketeers who had stopped neatly raised the muskets carrying them on their shoulders.

"Rise the gun! Get ready! Let it go~"

"Rise the gun! Get ready! Let it go~"

Rounds of dense gunfire sounded in the woods, and the Ottoman team was instantly flooded by the gunfire and the smoke spreading around them. For them, bad luck began to come. The firepower that had already surprised them before was completely incomparable to now. Many Ottoman soldiers were beaten by several bullets without even seeing the face of the enemy and fell to the ground and died.

"Step slowly, raise your gun, and go!"

With the sound of trumpets and another command came one after another in the woods. The Ottomans who survived the fierce musket shooting noticed in horror that the terrible enemies in the woods were slowly approaching them. At the same time, with the commands they could not understand, the enemies in dark red uniforms were loading ammunition in an orderly manner as they advanced.

"Stop! Let it go~"

Nearer, gunshots and smoke filled the air again. This time, the Ottomans could even vaguely see the faces, which were faces that looked slightly different from the locals they were already familiar with. Those faces were also timid and uneasy. Even when they looked at each other far away, they would look away in panic when they looked at the Ottomans. However, as long as the command sounded, the soldiers seemed to follow the command completely instinctively.

He stood down and raised his musket. As the gunshots burst, the remaining Ottomans fell to the ground one after another.

As for the Ottoman musketeers in the carriage, they had already been sieved in the first consecutive rounds of shooting.

Because they are more familiar with the power of muskets than anyone else, the new army musketeers became the first targets for Montina's army. The almost continuous rounds of concentrated shooting have beaten the carriage beyond recognition. The blood flowed from the bullet holes pierced on the carriage like a continuous red waterfall flowing from the carriage to the ground.

"Step slowly, raise your gun, and go!"

The commands came again from the woods. The Ottomans were horrified to find that under a group of soldiers holding swords and shields, the musketeers had already surrounded them. They hid behind the solid shields, and slowly advanced while shooting at the Ottomans. The Ottoman soldiers who were trying to resist were often either approached or were hit by muskets. Even the few people who rushed to the front of the shield were quickly chopped to the ground by swords swung from all around.

The command that was still terrified by the Ottomans, who were completely squeezed on the mountain road, was still staring at the musket near his eyes, almost reaching his forehead.

For a moment, the two sides were slightly stalemate and didn't seem to know what to do next, but then a terrible command came: "Shoot!"

An Ottoman soldier seemed to see the enemy in front of him hesitated, but this was purely his fantasy before his death. He heard the order to hold the fingers of the gun and hooked the trigger almost conditioned.

With a loud bang, the Ottoman fell to the ground with a gun. The head of the shot did not splash blood, but soon soaked the headband that seemed to be plain white.

The gunshots kept ringing very close, and some soldiers even loaded ammunition after shooting, and then kept firing at the corpses of the enemy who had disappeared.

"Ceasefire! I said the ceasefire fool, they are dead!"

The officers shouted loudly, and they even grabbed a few soldiers who seemed to be unable to hear the sound of the still-loading and shooting, until they gradually woke up.

"They are nothing great, we can kill these pagans!"

A soldier with crazy eyes broke free from the hands of the officer holding him, then turned around and looked at the Ottomans on the ground, who had long lost their breath, and turned around and left angrily.

Gompatti looked at this scene from a distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Our soldiers need such courage," Gompatti whispered to the people around her. "Believe me, if they can be without fear of the Ottomans, then there will be no army in the world that will scare them."

The fear brought to Europe by the Ottomans was permeated, and even just mentioning their names was enough to scare many people.

Now the Montina soldiers use their own people and more Ottoman death certificates, and they can also kill enemies that fear them.

The man who had led the mountain people to attack the Ottomans before was brought over. His body was covered with black and red blood stains that had dried up from him or others. He looked as if he had just crawled out of hell.

The man was followed by two companions who looked like they were, but except for him, the other two were blocked by the soldiers.

The big man walked up to Gompatti, and raised his face with thick and curly beards, looking at Gompatti with a little doubt and a little vigilant look.

"I am a general under the command of Count Montina, my name is Gompatti," Gompatti looked at the great man. "If I guessed correctly, you should have received the order from your lord Viscount Herva, so I wonder why you did not follow the order to respond to the call."

The man took a deep breath. His village had indeed received a call from Helva before, but they not only drove the Viscount's messenger out of the village, but also took the opportunity to loot the unlucky guy.

In the eyes of these mountain people, the nobles may not be better than the Ottomans. If they think about sharing half of the things robbed from the Ottomans to the lord, they felt that it would be better to pretend to be deaf and dumb to the conscript.

But now they met foreign troops who were said to have come to help the Viscount, and what's worse was that the Ottomans seemed to have paid attention to them.

"You are not stupid, so you should know that your situation is not good," Gompatti looked at the direction of the carriages. "You obviously have angered the Ottomans, whether you or others from other villages, it seems that the Ottomans have made up their minds to eradicate you."

"Maybe their trap is to deal with you," the man's voice was a little low, not so confident. "We are asking for trouble for the Ottomans just to guard our village and get back our own things, not to fight for the lord."

"If that's the case, I advise you to take your people back to the village as soon as possible, or go as far as possible immediately, otherwise you will regret it," Gompatti said bluntly. Seeing the other party showing an angry look, he showed a malicious sneer indifferently. "Believe me, the Ottomans will soon flatten your village. You have angered them before. If you continue to do this, you will definitely cause trouble for yourself."

"We just need to stop provoking the Ottomans," the big man obviously didn't care about Gompatti's words. "The Ottomans couldn't find us."

Gompatti paused at the man in front of him, and a strange smile gradually appeared on his face: "You said you will no longer provoke the Ottomans, but this is just your own idea. Do you think the people in other villages will be the same as you? Or do you think the Ottomans will have the patience to argue who was this time and who attacked them next time. They will only retaliate against everyone here with the cruelest means."

The man's face gradually became ugly. It was not that he could not see that the Ottomans had lost patience with frequent attacks. It was precisely because of this that the Ottomans deliberately released the news of escorting taxes to lure them into being deceived.

The great man knew very well that if these foreign troops did not suddenly appear, what awaited them would be a complete massacre.

What made him even more worried was exactly what Gompatti said, the resistance of nearby mountain people to the Ottomans would likely attract cruel revenge, and by then all existences would face indiscriminate terrifying suppression.

Looking at the man's increasingly gloomy face, Gompatti smiled.

"You should know what situation you are facing, so I suggest you can discuss it well," Gompatti looked at the two mountain fellows a little further away. "In addition to you, we will also find villagers from other villages. I suggest you join the army of Count Montina, so that you will get more revenge than taking risks and sporadic robbery of the Ottomans, and you will likely be retaliated. And the war between the Count and the Ottomans can be a reason and excuse for your attack on the Ottomans, so that your village can be saved, otherwise I believe that the Ottomans will not tolerate your offenses."

The big man stared at Gompati with an ugly expression. He couldn't tell whether Gompati's reminder was kind or threat, and these words did make him feel uneasy.

"We have to put it together," said the big man, looking back at his companion not far away, and walked over and talked in a low voice.

"Will they agree?" an officer asked with some concern. "Maybe we should go somewhere else to try our luck."

"Don't worry, these Bosnians are indeed very stubborn, but they are not stupid. And believe me, as long as there is a village that promises us, other places will not be that difficult. Otherwise, if you hit a wall here, you won't have any good results when you go to other places."

Gompati looked at the mountain people who seemed to be arguing fiercely, until they stopped first and seemed to be in a stalemate for a while, and then the few people said something else, and then the big man returned to Gompati.

"You must be responsible for the previous attacks on the Ottomans," the man said first, seeing Gompatti still smiling, and then he continued to say, "and we want to know what kind of rewards will be if we join your army."

"It depends on what you can do for the Earl," Gompatti looked at the man in front of him. "And tell me what your name is?"

"Rona Pannoni." The big man said in a muffled voice.
Chapter completed!