The music with a unique tone floated across the open ground in front to the ears of the Montina soldiers hiding behind the fortifications, which made some Montina soldiers feel a little confused.

Most of these were Balkans and Genoan soldiers. They didn't know how they could hear someone playing music on the battlefield, but for some soldiers who used to be the defenders of Montina New Fortress, although they were a little surprised, they were not too strange.

For the Agri Musketeers, many people were curiously stretched their necks and looked at the opposite side, because they found that although the tune was obviously not the music they were familiar with, the musical form that appeared on the battlefield reminded many people of the days when they were once dominated by a familiar military music that was almost vomited.

The Ottoman tribal infantry got closer and closer, and some soldiers began to get restless because of nervousness, but then they were discovered by the inspected sergeants. With loud scolding and warnings, the soldiers gradually stabilized. At the same time, accompanied by the dense drum sounds from their positions, they saw the soldiers in crimson uniforms walking out of the spear formation in neat steps.

Rows of muskets stood in front of the square like short bushes, and at the same time, the sword and shield soldiers heard the orders issued by their respective officers to prepare for advancement.

The Ottomans have crossed the open ground of both sides as the center line, and the alien faces on the opposite side have become clearer and clearer. Soon the enemy on the opposite side will rush over and they will start a bloody battle with those strange faces.

Some people tightened their lips nervously, while others clenched the weapon in their hands, making their finger joints turn gray and painful.

A strange shout came faintly from the opposite team, and then they saw the Ottomans who were originally moving slowly on the opposite side speeding up. As they ran faster and faster, the entire row of enemies in the front raised the dazzling scimitars under the sunlight.

The first wave of attack finally began!

The mound where Alexander stood was very high, so he could clearly see almost the entire battlefield. Except for the right wing that he had been paying close attention to, because a continuous high slope blocked the view, he could easily observe most of the front.

From the mound, Alexander clearly saw that the Ottoman infantry launched an attack with the right-hand position in the center of the front as the breakthrough point. When the clear shouts of killing suddenly sounded, the Montina soldiers discovered that the Ottomans were so close to them.

Alexander did not know which part of the enemy was attacking him, but based on the formation that the enemy had already deployed, he guessed that the enemy in front of him should be at least about 10,000 people, especially when he found that the left wing of the enemy's front was rising, he was sure that it should be the enemy's Anatolian light cavalry.

Seeing the smoke and dust raised by the light cavalry, Alexander secretly cared about the number of this cavalry, and he felt a little nervous.

He didn't know the details of the Ottoman army, and he didn't even know him better than his enemies, so when he saw a team of Ottoman infantry yelling and rushing towards the position, Alexander's heart couldn't help but tighten a little.

The Ottoman New Army was so famous that Alexander was instinctively nervous about this famous army.

The infantry bravely rushed to the Montina positions. Although they saw that there seemed to be many crisscrossing trenches and deer-repellings on the road, they didn't care.

These soldiers shouted and rushed towards the enemy, believing that although the enemy hid timidly behind the built fortifications, as long as they rushed to the enemy, the simple fortifications could not protect them at all.

The trench and the rut crossed the front. The Ottomans roared and some jumped down and climbed upwards, while the soldiers blocked by the rut pushed them away or climbed over the obstacles in front of them.

For a moment, the Ottoman charge seemed to stagnate a little at this moment.

Just then, Ottoman heard a strange command.

A veteran Ottoman who had just climbed to resist deer with one leg rushed forward in a habit. He didn't know what he heard, but years of experience told him that it was definitely not a good thing.

The facts proved that the veteran's judgment was correct. Before his pounced body fell to the ground, the sudden roar on the opposite side had just vibrated his eardrums, and the whistling sound of the projectile tearing through the air had already sounded from the top of his head.

The Ottoman soldiers climbed up the Julu and jumped over the trench and screamed in an instant by the oncoming intensive shooting. Some people suddenly had several blood holes on their bodies and fell into the ditch, while others were shot and screamed and fell on the Julu.

The soldiers who rushed through the obstacles became obvious targets. When they had not seen the opposite side clearly from the smoke rising from the first round of gunfire, amid the rapid sound of gunfire, another piece of projectile penetrated the smoke and shot towards them.

The charge of the Ottomans screamed in pain by the continuous shooting. They tried to rush through the obstacles, but the intertwined gullies not only prevented them from moving forward in front of the enemy with just one charge, but also became the slaughterhouse where they were slaughtered.

Dense! The intensive shooting that even experienced veterans had never seen made the bullets fly in front of them, and the whistling bullets kept pouring towards their team, so that the bodies of soldiers who could not cross the obstacles in front of them had fallen down in front of the trenches and the deer.

The footsteps of the tribal infantry were blocked, and they had to try to bypass the terrible area in front of them, trying to find a breakout from elsewhere.

For a time, several teams had already opened up their formation and gradually gathered towards several gaps between the trenches.

"So that's how it is."

A tall war horse under his crotch and wearing gorgeous armor, General Ottoman looked at the battle situation in the distance and murmured to himself. As the ponytail in his hand swayed slightly, he pointed at the tribal troops that were slowly gathering.

"Let them stop moving forward," General Ottoman gave the order, and then his thin cheeks, covered in beard, trembled slightly, as if a smile appeared. "I know what to do."

At the same time, Alexander, standing on the high slope, was also watching the tribal infantry gradually gathering towards several gaps, but there was a hint of helplessness on his face at this time, and then he sighed that others were not easily aware of.

Alexander knew that he had lost a good opportunity. When he was concentrating his troops in order to find a breakthrough because of firepower blockade, if there were several cannons, it would be a devastating disaster for these enemies in front of him.

Even if there are only a few artillery guns, when the flowering bullets that can cause major damage fall among the crowded enemies, the terrible casualties and huge shocks are enough to shake the fighting will of destroying these enemies.

But now because there is no such firepower, the only thing he can do is rely on the Agri musketeers deployed on the positions to shoot intensively at the gaps in order to kill the enemy to the greatest extent.

But the Ottoman did not seem to be in a hurry to launch an attack. They squeezed around in front of the gap behind the obstacles, but never moved into the gap, which made Alexander feel a little uneasy while he was confused.

The enemy's intention to break through his position from the front was obvious, but he was not sure where the enemy was going to focus the attack, or that the enemy was going to use cavalry to attack his wings?

Alexander ordered the vigilance of both wings, and at the same time looked at the opposite side through the smoke floating across the position.

At this moment, he saw a gray line slowly approaching behind the enemy.

"What is that?"

A follower pointed to the gray shadow in the distance and asked in confusion. After a moment of pause, a trace of fear suddenly flashed in the follower's eyes.

"Is that Muselim?"

Alexander murmured to himself that although he had heard of this army, he had actually learned about the elite troops among the Ottomans from the Balkans.

Like the traditional European knight class, the Ottoman Empire also had its own knight class, the so-called Sipahi class.

These warriors, like European knights, formed the elite of the Ottoman army. Once, when Europeans saw those Sipashi Knights who appeared on the battlefield, they often fled and dared not fight.

But if Sipahi is a nightmare for Europeans, then Muselim is the demon that scares the whole of Europe.

This is an army that brings cruelty and cold blood to the extreme. It can be said that they are the most feared by Europeans besides the Ottoman New Army.

All Muselims are composed of soldiers from the conquered land, but unlike the new army, they are not the Sultan's personal army, and they are not the real Ottoman army. If they have to be given an identity, it may be more appropriate to say that they are "military slaves".

Muselim's only way out can only be free by obtaining military merits. Because of this, the army's desire for victory is stronger than that of any unit, and they treat the enemy and prisoners more cruelly.

In order to reduce obstacles, they never leave prisoners. Wherever Muselim is borne, death is often left behind.

The gray high-top hat with a long ear is a characteristic of Muselim. When the wind blows, the long ear will flutter in the wind, like the spreading wings of the god of death, and rushing towards Muselim, who is rushing toward the enemy's positions.

The whole team of soldiers was moving forward silently like a layer of gray. The tribal infantry couldn't help but make way for them. When they lined up in front of the gaps, the suppressed silence even moved the nearby tribal soldiers.

A light-blond-haired officer took the flag from the hand of the flag-holder beside him and carried it on his shoulders. Then he picked up the horn hanging around his waist and blew it hard.

The sound of the horn caused a commotion in Muselim's team, just like a swimming gray snake, Muselim began to advance towards the Montina Front.

"Order the musketeers to retreat behind the fortifications," Alexander issued an order to those around him. From the very beginning, he was ready to deal with the enemy based on the fortifications. For this, he had ordered the entire army to excavate fortifications.

The musketeers began to retreat, and spears and shields covered their bodies. At the same time, the Balkan regiment, who had been impatient, finally heard the signals they had always wanted to hear.

"It's going to start." Pannoni shook his wrist excitedly, then wrapped the leather rope at the tail of the axe around his wrist.

The Balkans shouted, many of them holding spears and scimitars, but more of them holding traditional Balkan axes.

Shields are rarely seen among the Balkans, and for them, the constant attack is the real tough guy.

The gray Muselim army on the opposite side was moving forward silently. Although their formation gradually became chaotic due to obstacles, the oncoming oppression still made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

"The elite of the Ottoman army is second only to the new army," Alexander murmured in his heart. He saw the pennant flags raised in front of the square below. Before the flag was waved, his eyes turned to the gray shadow opposite.

The most intense shooting of the Agri Musketeers began.

Because he had retreated to the fortification, all the musketeers were arranged on the front line this time. In an instant, the dense shooting formed a smoke screen that completely blocked both sides, so that except for Alexander standing at a high place and the people around him, the entire front could not see the scene of the enemy opposite.

What is surprising is that with the gunfire, although there were gaps in the gray team due to someone being shot, the entire team was not confused at all, and not even stopped.

On the contrary, the gunshot seemed to wake up a terrifying monster. The Muselim, who had been silent before, suddenly burst out with a crazy roar!

At the same time, they began to speed up. As they ran faster and faster, many gray shadows rushed towards the Montina Front!

"pagan!"

The shouts also sounded on the position. Almost before the signal to launch an attack sounded, a figure had already jumped on the Balkans' position, accompanied by roars, and a large number of hand axes were already waving in the dazzling sunshine.

The close battle began.

The grey torrent of Muselim surged towards the right-hand side of the Montina position, and at the same time, the Ottoman army that followed closely behind began to slowly advance towards the right wing of the entire front in an seemingly slow manner.

At this time, Alexander, who had been guessing the enemy's movements, finally confirmed that the direction of Ottoman's attack was the junction between the center of the defense line and the right wing.

It was a slightly smooth and unrestrained place in the entire defense line. It was precisely because of the previous speculation that the enemy might break through here that Alexander placed the Balkans here.

"It seems that the judgment is right." Looking at the oncoming grey torrent, Alexander breathed a sigh of relief. The next thing he had to do was to withstand the first wave of attacks from the Ottomans.

On the opposite side, the Ottoman Commander, who was also staring at the movements of the battlefield, was slowly smiling.

"It's true that it's the same as the guess," the commander's ponytail arched up again and pointed in a direction. "It's time to launch an attack."
Chapter completed!