Ladislas II hesitated with a sharpened quill in his hand. The ink on the tip had already condensed, which forced him to move the quill away and gently swing it down, and dip it in the ink bottle again.

Alexander did not urge the king. He sat patiently across from the side and watched Ladislas II's movements silently.

He understood very well how unwilling Ladislas II was at this time.

Whether it is to cast powerful artillery, artworks of extraordinary value, magnificent buildings, or just minting coins directly, copper as a strategic material is the most precious asset, so it is completely understandable that Ladislas II hesitated or even regretted when signing the agreement in the end.

However, it is one thing to be able to understand, and it is another thing to take advantage of this rare opportunity to plunder this resource.

For a long time, Hungary's copper mines have been the protagonists that determine the direction of the European metal market. In addition to the huge reserves of copper, the iron, tin and gold reserves as companion ore are also coveted, and gold production once became a barometer that determines the rise and fall of European gold and economy.

Of course it is understandable that the king will feel distressed, especially when Emperor Maximian stretches his hand too long, if he makes the decision to "rather with the enemy than with the emperor" with cruelty, it may not be new.

However, the contract is now signed by Alexander, and the exchange for the Hungarian copper mine was a largest sugar contract in Europe. So although I was still reluctant, the king finally signed his long list of full names at the bottom of the contract and stamped it with a seal.

When the eye-catching seal was stamped on it, both of them seemed to hear each other's soft whimper.

At this time, what the king thought to himself was, "This bad thing finally came to an end."

But what Alexander thought was, "It finally came to an end for the time being."

Although he obtained the Hungarian copper mine contract, Alexander knew very well that the agreement is indeed just a piece of writing on paper.

Southern Hungary is still in the hands of Bosnians. If Herva cannot drive Royes out of Hungary, then everything on the contract will be just a bunch of useless terms.

However, Alexander was not worried about Herva's enthusiasm. After all, a crown of the Bosnian king was enough to cheer up the most unreliable people.

But the key is the Ottoman army outside the city.

The Ottoman army of nearly 80,000 people is confronting about 60,000 coalition forces. The left wing of the Ottoman is now attacking the important northern town of Denbuvica, while the right wing has penetrated deep into the eastern part of the Bucharest Plain. It is obvious that the Ottomans are trying to encircle Bucharest for a long time.

On the Central Front and under the personal supervision of Sudan, the Ottoman army launched a continuous attack on Bucharest with a fierce offensive.

As the vanguard at the southern end of Bucharest, Bukur Fort was under tremendous pressure. In order to resist the enemy's attack, Ladislas II had announced as the leader of the coalition to allow Montina's army to recruit soldiers at will among the Balkans.

This decision caused some dissatisfaction, but whether it was Bukull's importance, Alexander's relationship with Sophia and his special status, this opposition and dissatisfaction quickly calmed down.

No one knew how important this decision was to Alexander, and in fact the importance of this decision was no less than the amount of obtaining the Hungarian copper mine.

The combination of the Balkans' strong folk customs, abundant military resources and an emerging army made Alexander finally see a glimmer of hope.

On May 13, the Ottoman army launched an attack on Bucharest again. This attack was extremely fierce, so when Sophia happened to patrol here as arranged, her accompanying team had to pick up weapons and climb up the city wall to fight the Ottomans because of the enemy's fierce attack.

Sophia escaped from the cannons splashing with gravel, and was almost dragged by the guards. Then she was arranged in a house near the dead corner of the city. Listening to the shouts of killing outside, Sophia couldn't help but hold the sword in her hand, and the several hunting guards around her were nervous to prepare to shoot at the Os who might break through the city wall and rush into the door at any time.

But it was Alexander who walked into the door.

The moment she saw Alexander's figure, Sophia rushed over and hugged him tightly, and kept making constant "ahhhh" sounds that no one knew the meaning.

"Don't worry, I said I would never leave you again."

Alexander seemed to understand and kissed Sophia gently on her lips. However, when he wanted to leave, Sophia hugged her neck tightly, so he had to continue kissing hard until Sophia was almost suffocating to his chest.

"It's time for me to command the army now. If you delay the fighter plane because of kissing you, someone will want to fight with me."

After Alexander finished jokingly, he ordered the hunting guards to protect Sophia, and then he led the guards toward the city wall.

The Ottoman attack was very fierce, and it could even be said to be crazy.

The shells kept rushing towards the city wall, and each impact shocked the people on the city wall. This was not only because of the unstable feet, but more importantly, they were worried that the city wall might collapse next.

"The walls of this era no longer meet the needs of defense," Alexander's thought flashed through his mind, but such feelings at this time were completely redundant. Since it was impossible to instantly make Bucharest's defense meet the needs of the current war, the only way to deal with it is to try to eliminate the threat in front of him.

There is a not-solid wall connected to the Bucharest main city. Because this wall is built inclined southeast to northwest, most of which are within the range of Ottoman artillery, the only part that has been destroyed is close to the fortress.

The Ottomans mobilized many artillery to this area, and their intention was to use artillery fire to block the connection between Bukur and the main city.

Although heavy artillery in the siege could not be transported in time due to harassment and destruction by the resisting troops in the occupied areas, the number of artillery that had been sent to the front line was still enough to make such a blockade pose a large enough threat.

Montina's army suffered a considerable loss, and even the two previous field battles did not have as many casualties as they did when they were defending the city today.

The Balkans who were supplemented into the team were mainly two parts. In addition to a large number of soldiers from all over the Balkans, the Greeks became the main part of this group of supplementary troops.

With the addition of the new recruits, Alexander clearly felt that the command of the army had become much more difficult.

Ofulei, Alexander suddenly remembered the marching captain who had been using very conveniently.

Speaking of which, although Gompatti was a natural artillery commander, he was obviously not a qualified chief of staff. He had neither experience nor unnecessary patience to train recruits. This made Montina's army increase a lot in terms of military force, but the combat effectiveness of soldiers was not as good as before.

"A or several troops composed of veterans should be organized. Such troops should be temporary. The scale depends on the needs of combat. When not needed, they will be dispersed and dispatched to each company as the main force of the troops. Once needed, they will be quickly organized to form the core of the entire army to complete important tasks."

Alexander wrote down this passage on paper, and he had decided to organize a commando. Seeing the Ottoman position where thick smoke was rising outside the city, Alexander frowned slightly.

"Sir, it should be the Ottoman artillery position."

Busako whispered, he vaguely felt something was wrong, and when he thought about it, his eyes couldn't help but glance at Alexander quietly.

"Bussacco, do you think if..." Alexander felt the atmosphere a little strange as soon as he said this. He turned around and happened to see Bussacco looking at him with a strange look. Alexander was a little stunned and then smiled. "Don't worry, I won't take risks myself. I mean, if we organize an army to launch an attack on the Ottoman artillery positions, how many opportunities do you think do you have?"

"Does the enemy's artillery destroy the enemy?" Busacco touched his chin and narrowed his eyes. As long as Alexander did not take risks himself, he would still be willing to use his brains in such matters. After all, although the captain of the guard has a prominent identity, it is much worse than those officers who have gradually become independent in the army.

Busako was one of the first soldiers to come out of Agri after Alexander. Many veterans who followed the Count with him have now become the chief officers of armies at all levels.

The most dazzling one among them is Ofulei. Although the position of marching captain has been with him for a long time, no one doubts that if the Montina army needs a chief of staff, then Ofulei will definitely be the best candidate.

"How many people do you think need to do this?" Alexander asked again.

"This is not a good idea, sir," Busako finally shook his head. "Sultan must have taken those artillery seriously. It would be impossible to hit there without enough troops."

"But as long as they can destroy their artillery, everything will become much easier," Alexander said unwillingly. "We should really thank Herva, otherwise we might face heavy artillery at this time."

"Give me an army, sir!" Busako suddenly spoke, his face flushed with excitement, and his eyes were staring at Alexander with bright eyes. "I can promise you that you can destroy those artillery."

“It’s dangerous, Bussac.”

"I know, but this is an opportunity for me, you know I've always hoped to be a qualified officer." Busacco's tone was rushing.

"You are already a qualified officer."

"A qualified guard," Busako argued a little rudely, and then shook his head vigorously. "I'm sorry, I have no intention of offending you, but I hope to prove that I am an officer and not just a guard."

Alexander pondered for a moment and nodded. He could understand Busacco's mood. In fact, he was indeed considering whether he should let Busacco go to the army.

And it's not just Busako. With the addition of the new recruits, Alexander has decided to add at least one-third of the hunting guards around him to the army to serve as subordinate officers.

The hunting guards who were missing will be selected from the Balkans.

In Alexander's mind, it is impossible to change the fact that at least the Montina army is now maintaining a 500-800-man hunting guard unit as the final reserve.

"Give you two companies," Alexander made up his mind. "The Ottoman artillery poses too much a threat to us. It would be dangerous if it could destroy their artillery positions, but as long as you do it, I promise you that your wish will be fulfilled."

"Sir, obey the order." Busako responded in a low voice. He knew that this was his opportunity to become a person like Ofulei who could be famous in history in the future, or to end his life as an unnoticed guard until his death. This battle would be the key to his destiny.

According to the establishment of Alexander's army, two companies with a total of less than 500 people gathered together. These were two companies drawn from the Balkan regiment. The successive battles completely inspired the most fierce and bloodthirsty wildness of these farmers. These soldiers in Montina uniforms who were envious of them were dressed in tatters. Although Alexander had tried his best to arm them, the weapons in their hands were not excellent, but this did not affect the Balkans becoming the most terrifying soldiers on the battlefield.

Alexander noticed early on that the Balkan regiment had the least captives after each battle, and as for the reason just a little thought, you will understand.

Busako was very excited. He knew that if the result of this battle satisfies the Count, then these two Balkan companies would likely become the troops he commands in the future.

However, Busako was not satisfied with being the leader of one Dalian. His goal was to become the commander of the Second Balkan Regiment, which was expanded based on these two companies.

Perhaps Ofulei will become the chief of staff in Montina's army in the future, but Busacco is confident that he will gradually catch up with the stonemason's nephew.

On the Ottoman artillery position, a soldier dug out his itchy ears and then blocked a wooden plug into the ear hole.

Feeling the heat coming from the hot gun barrel, the soldier moved to the side.

The continuous shelling caused these bronze artillery to suffer huge losses. More than one artillery caused the gunner's casualties due to the explosion, but the Sultan still ordered that the fire must be kept on fire.

Another roar, and as the muzzle ejected a mass of flames, a cannon fell heavily on the wooden cannon mount, causing a burst of dust on the ground.

The soldier immediately grabbed a large bag of black cloth strips and cowhides next to him and ran over, stuffed the strips into the cannon tube and brushed them hard.

Next to another cannon not far away, an elderly gunner pulled open his belt while the auxiliary soldier was free to clear the chamber and released the urine that had been soaked for a long time. Just as he shivered and prepared to tie his belt,

Through the thick smoke, he saw a bunch of black dots appearing in the distance.

The old gunner didn't pay attention at first, but soon found that the black spots seemed to be running quickly in their direction.

He wiped his eyes, which were swollen from the smoke of gunpowder, and looked carefully.

"What's going on with these people?" the old gunner muttered. He didn't know whose troops these people were, but seeing them running backwards, the old gunner curled his lips slightly. "No matter who is commanding them, if Sultan knows, he will sentence the entire team to death."

After saying that, the old gunner pulled his belt tightly and tied it up and walked to the cannon, calling the deputy gunner to prepare to continue shooting.

But then he heard the deputy gunner suddenly burst into a strange cry: "Look! Look at those people!"

The old gunner, who was shocked, cursed in dissatisfaction, and he looked in the direction of the secondary gun finger.

At this time, those who were approaching them were getting closer. Through the floating smoke and dust, the old gunner finally saw the appearance of those people.

"It's... the enemy, it's the enemy!" The old gunner also screamed. At this time, the others finally saw clearly the strange-looking army that was rushing towards them from the gap between the two Ottoman armies.

"Fire at those people!"

The old gunner shouted, and a group of soldiers turned the direction of the cannon desperately. When the muzzle had just turned around, the old gunner, who could not wait to restore the cannon, could not wait to urge his companions next to him to stuff the shell into the muzzle.

With a roar, the cannon body suddenly shook, and a black shadow wrapped in flames roared out!

The shells almost hit the team directly!

Even though he was so far away, the old gunner saw the broken body flying from the enemy team, which made him yell excitedly.

At the same time, some other artillery that turned around began to bombard the sudden coalition.
To be continued...