Roye looked at the other side of the river in a daze. His army had completely retreated, but heavy losses and painful moans were pouring into his ears one after another.

The beach on the west bank of the Muresh River was covered with wounded soldiers covered with bloody bodies, and they were covered with bloody bodies. Any step down could lead to a piece of broken limbs.

Although Gompatti's artillery was not large in number, the shotgun he used, which solidified with frozen sheep oil, created huge destructive power.

The result of concentrating firepower to bombard a little bit was that the soldiers on the ships that were originally crowded on the river were hit by a head-on blow.

The result of shotguns flying around when hitting a ship or landing on the water is that many Bosnians have been cut off a part of their bodies. When the shells unfortunately fall in the middle of a crowded crowd on a boat, some people have not even felt the pain and are torn to pieces by shrapnel flying everywhere.

The result is that although many people did not die immediately, a large number of wounded soldiers appeared, and the Agri musketeers' shooting on the river also caused great casualties. Even when the Bosnians finally fled back to the west bank of the river, some people ran wildly towards the distance as soon as they got ashore, as if something was chasing behind them.

This miserable appearance made Roye's men stunned. They looked at the king staring at the large area of ​​soldiers who were lying on the river bank and moaning in pain. Someone wanted to say something, but after seeing Roye's face as gloomy as if it was covered by storms and clouds, the people immediately chose to remain silent wisely.

"Is this the army of Count Montina?" After Roe asked for some time, he never looked back, so no one took the initiative to answer.

Roe? Asked another question, he noticed the silence of his subordinates beside him turned around and looked at the group of followers standing not far away: "Who can tell me what's going on with this person?"

Roe's tone was calm, and if it weren't for his gloomy and terrible expression, he didn't seem angry.

But everyone close to him knew that the king must have been extremely angry at this time. If the Earl Montina was right in front of him, he would have tear the man to pieces without hesitation.

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

"Of course I know this. I'm asking you who knows what's going on with the army of Count Montina? Why no one knows?" Roe? asked indifferently, then his face suddenly changed, and he asked loudly in a nearly roaring tone. "But I saw something, my soldiers were slaughtered on the river by that person's army, and my people couldn't even rush up the river beach opposite! Even when I was defeated, I didn't know what kind of opponent I was fighting with. Can anyone tell me what's going on?!"

Roe's roared high above the river bank. He turned his head and looked at the wounded soldiers on the riverbank below, and his fingers holding the whip were trembling violently.

The followers behind him looked at Roye who was venting his anger uneasy until he raised his rolled whip and pressed himself to calm down.

“Camping.”

Roe? It seemed that he had really calmed down. He looked back and saw the red sunset slowly falling behind him. The cold wind blowing from the river made his shirt, which was originally soaked in sweat, feel uncomfortable when he put it on his body.

"What should I do if the injured soldier do?" a follower asked.

Roye's eyebrows were immediately tightened, and he had noticed that the casualties caused by enemy artillery bombarding ships on the river caused him to be in great trouble.

The screams of crying and wailing from the pain on the shore kept coming, which made Roe realize that the impact caused by the injuries of a large number of soldiers was even more serious than the losses caused by direct casualties on his army.

"Gather all those people," said Roe slowly. "Send them farther from the barracks, and God will bless those who survive, and their destiny will be determined by God."

Then he looked at the other side that had been shrouded in darkness, looked at the vaguely rolling river bank hills across the street, and shook his head slightly.

"Although I don't know who this person is, I know he has caused trouble for himself," Roeh? said in a gloomy face, "The Ottomans will let him know what the price of this trouble will cost."

The water of the Muresh River kept flowing, and white waves were occasionally raised on the river surface, and then rolled downstream with the vortexes rolling out.

The river is turbulent and the spring is chilly. Alexander, who is across the river from Royes, was walking on the beach covered with the Xisha.

There were corpses everywhere, including enemies and their own. Sometimes, someone suddenly screamed, and then someone came to drag the alive out of the pile of dead people and carried them to the shore.

"Many people cannot survive, and more people become disabled," Pannoni followed Alexander, shrugging at the wounded soldiers who were carried away. "Fortunately, they have left all the money you gave at home, but fortunately, the landlord has exempted them from taxes for several years, which is enough."

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

"What else can it be? Their family should be content." Pannoni said and exhaled. "We are used to fighting for the landlords, and you should be content with the money you gave us. But these guys are unlucky. If you may get more spoils later, you can entrust others to take them home."

"Where are you, that's the same?" Alexander asked.

"Of course, lord, all of us have to entrust people we trust before the war. If anyone dies, that person will take his spoils back and hand them over to his family. This is also our rule." Pannoni looked at the river and said quietly, "Master, we know that we may die at any time. This is the only thing we can do for our family. No one will violate this rule, otherwise we will be punished by God."

Alexander nodded silently. He knew that perhaps it was because he was influenced by Eastern Roman culture and Eastern civilizations all year round that the Balkans had customs closer to paganism, but this did not satisfy him.

"My soldiers will receive a generous pension, not the spoils that the soldiers seized themselves but what I gave them," Alexander looked at Pannoni. "You can get the same treatment, if you are willing to join my army."

"We are fighting for you now." Pannoni said in confusion.

"No, I'm talking about being my subordinate," Alexander looked at the Balkans walking around not far away carrying a short axe full of solidified blood stains. "You are fighting for me now because of Herva's orders, and what I need are the soldiers of Montina."

Seeing Pannoni still having some confusion, Alexander shook his head. He knew that for these Balkans, he could not understand the concept of standing army for a while. For them, fighting for themselves was probably the same as fighting for the landlords before.

However, the Balkans' bravery really impressed Alexander, which made him even consider whether he should specially build a Balkan company in the hunting guards.

Just like the Swiss Guard established by the old Rover later for the Vatican, he was tenacious, loyal, brave and fanatical. The Balkans obviously had the characteristics of being very similar to Swiss madmen. If this is the case, why did they not establish a Balkan Guard?

Once this idea appeared, Alexander couldn't help but try it out, but he knew that he couldn't care about these things for the time being.

"How much is our loss?" Alexander asked with concern as he watched a follower come with a writing board.

"A total of 84 casualties, of which 26 were killed, 47 seriously injured and 11 minor injuries," the entourage looked at the board in his hand. "Sir, there will be more people who die, but that's it now."

"84 people," Alexander breathed. He could not help but admit that the Bosnians were indeed difficult to deal with. This was not a big battle. Neither he nor Royes? Obviously, neither wanted to fight a big battle on the banks of the Muresh River, but even so, it still paid a bloody price.

"Their people died more. I saw Lord Gompatti's artillery keeps shooting towards the river. The poor guys on the boat were almost beaten into pieces," Pannoni said gloatingly. "I think the landlord on the other side of them must be very annoyed, after all, he suffered a great loss."

"Are you talking about the Bosnian king?" Alexander glanced at Pannoni and saw the instant stiff expression on the Balkans' faces. He couldn't help but smile. "If you didn't know whose army you just defeated before, you already know."

"Sir, are you saying we won, King?" Pannoni's voice was a little weird. His face turned red and his breathing was rapid, and he seemed to faint at any time.

"Don't be so excited. In fact, I doubt how many people in Bosnia and Croatia recognize the identity of that Roe?, at least in Bucharest, no one would be willing to admit that he is the king."

"That's good," Pannoni breathed out. "You know, we don't want to let the lord cut off the head because of offending the king."

Pannoni's words made Alexander smile gently.

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

Alexander said as he looked at the already dark river surface. At this time, the sunset had completely disappeared behind the towering hills on the other side. In addition to the edge of the mountain top with the afterglow, the other side was completely shrouded in darkness.

"It's probably almost that," Alexander muttered to himself.

In the fortress at the River Beach Fort, Alexander saw Gompatti, who had redeployed the artillery. Seeing all the artillery moved to the short wall platform at the height of the fortress, Alexander nodded secretly.

"Sir, if you attack again, it may be the Ottomans," Gompatti said with a little concern. "It is said that there are nearly 20,000 Ottoman strikers with Roe?."

"Yes, it's impossible for us to block the Ottomans here," Alexander gently stroked the cold barrel "and there's no need for us to do so much for Bucharest."

"So what's your decision?" Gompatti breathed a sigh of relief. He originally thought that Alexander would defend the east bank of the Muresh River like he had guarded Pisa.

"When the Ottomans come, shoot all your shells out." Alexander slapped the cannons and then blow up the cannons and evacuate them from the River Band Fort."

Gompatti opened her mouth slightly as if she was about to speak, but after hesitating a little, he just nodded.

"It's enough for us to block the Ottomans here," Alexander looked across the river. "Think about the guys in Bucharest, what they're doing now, and what we're doing. Gompatti is ready, you'll walk into that city as a hero and let us bring some surprises to those Bucharest men."

Alexander was right. The blocking battle on the Muresh River on the afternoon of March 17, 1499 shocked Bucharest!

The panic caused by Roe’s betrayal caused Bucharest to be extremely uneasy. People suddenly discovered that the Ottomans, who originally thought they were still far away, suddenly appeared in front of them.

With Roe? introducing the Ottomans into Northern Bosnia without any resistance, and Belgrade, surrounded by heavy troops because he was completely unprepared to fight, lost its role in blocking the Ottomans, Bucharest suddenly became unsafe.

As for Herva in Zagreb, the nobles did not even have any hope for him.

50,000 vs. 80,000, Bucharest was frightened by this huge gap.

Ladislas II has begun to reconsider whether he had planned to be a little too optimistic, or whether he should consider how to deal with it before deciding to negotiate with Sudan.

After all, anyone with a little common sense knows that negotiations are often used when they do not have an absolute advantage. In terms of the strength shown by the Ottoman army, even when the troops are equal, the Ottoman army obviously has a significant advantage, not to mention that the other side is almost twice as good as itself now.

Ladislas II could not imagine if he had such a clear advantage, what reason would he have to accept the other party's request for negotiation? Since he would not make such a choice, why would he think that the Sultan would accept such a request?

Surrounding the city and then massacre all the rebels, Ladislas II believed that if he was the Sultan, it was the only choice. And seriously, many of the nobles in Bucharest were at least nominally under Ottoman rule, so Bayesette II had every reason to punish them.

What made the Bohemia king even more worried was that the Sultan might use this as an excuse to make various demands to Hungary.

This concern of Ladislas II was not redundant. Mohammed II, who had long coveted Hungary, temporarily stopped his flag because he was beaten by a group of Balkan farmers, but his ambition for Hungary has never decreased a little.

Now that Valice II has made a comeback, although the Sultan seems to have not shown such a strong ambitions from his march route, no one can guarantee whether he will attack Hungary after he completely stabilizes the land.

In other words, it was during this expedition that Bayesette II might have put forward conditions that were unacceptable to him on the excuse that he provided protection for the Greek nobles.

Ladislas II felt that his previous plan was a bit reckless, but it was meaningless to regret 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 the family.

All he did was to save Hungary and use the legend of the Greek princess to trigger a riot that could be turbulent for a long time in the Balkans, like the back garden of the Ottomans, and thus maximized the Ottomans' time to invade Hungary. This was his purpose.

If he leaves now, then everything he did before will not only be completely wasted, but the Greek nobles who were abandoned by him may even turn to the Ottomans.

Ladislas II was in a dilemma. He wanted to leave this unsafe city immediately, but he was worried about the adverse consequences that might be brought about.

Like the king, others were also anxious because of the Ottomans' advance. Some people had already begun to think about getting out of here, but they were hesitant because they were worried that his escape would attract others' anger.

However, even the most opposed people were no longer so responsive to the proposals that were not discussed with the Ottomans at the previous meeting.

Some people who have actively supported it from the beginning are already urging to select candidates sent to the Ottoman army for negotiations as soon as possible.

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

The army of the Count Montina, who came from Rome, unexpectedly joined the war.

The Bosnian army was blocked from the west bank of the Muresh River.

The famous Roe? suffered a rare heavy blow.

The news surprised the Bucharest people who were in panic.

People who heard the news immediately became excited.

In a state of tension, people kept asking for information, wanting to know what the Ottomans would react after the Bosnian army, as the striker, were accidentally injured.

The following news made the Bucharestians feel up and down like sitting on a turbulent boat.

On March 20, the Ottoman army attacking Zagreb occupied Zagreb without encountering any resistance.

On March 22, Grey Bridge Fort, the last fortress outside Belgrade, announced its surrender, and Belgrade was completely surrounded.

On March 25, after leaving behind a siege of about 14,000 people, Bayesette II led the Ottoman army, mainly the new army, to continue to march towards Bucharest.

On March 28, the Ottoman army arrived at the west bank of the Muresh River, and the Montina army bombarded the Ottoman army crossing the river!

On the same day, the Montina army abandoned the eastern bank of the Muresh River and retreated eastward, and the Ottoman army crossed the Muresh River.

March 31, Croatia.

In the jungle camp, Herva announced her succession to the Duke of Zagreb under the ceremonies of many witnesses.
Chapter completed!