Vol 5 Chapter 20: "Mercenary"

? The distant horseshoe is very anxious and dense, and I know that there are a lot of people coming.
The workers looked up suspiciously and looked forward. If these people appeared in the south of Siye city, it would not cause too much strangeness, because sometimes Ottomans appeared there, although the North controlled by Seckler There are not many Bosnian cities, but the Sudanese forces still took advantage of the opportunity to infiltrate the north bank of the Naousawa River, taking advantage of their relationship with Siye City. The Sudanese people crossed the Naousawa River from time to time and constantly touched the North Bosnians. The line of patience.
But so many people are now appearing on the north side of the city of Siye, which makes the workers who smell the sounds strange.
As the sound of horseshoes got closer and closer, the distant mountain road was already covered with a cloud of dust. The local dry ground always looked hard. The dust everywhere was trampled by the horseshoes, and the dust raised high. Let those people look as if they were wrapped in a mysterious thick fog.
Breaking through the dust and fog is a strange-looking cavalry. These people are covered with a veil to cover the dust. Because of the helmet, only their eyes are exposed.
The cavalry were so fast that the workers hadn't even had time to see the patterns on their flags. The cavalry had already arrived.
A knight riding on a black warhorse pulled a grumpy, unsteady mount, while turning his head to ask the workers in some sturdy local words: "How far is it from here to enter Siye?"
"It's not too far away," a worker looked at these people. He quickly guessed that these people should not be locals. Except that this person's eccentric tone sold him out, more importantly, the cavalry's clothes looked like the locals. It looks very different. "If you hurry up, you might be able to catch up with a hot meal."
"Thank you." The knight immediately shook his horsewhip and greeted him, then returned to the team and reported something to the man who looked like a leader. After a while, the man turned back and ran to the workers. " My lord wants to know where are the Ottomans in Siye? "
The look of the workers changed a bit. Their eyes were a bit colder than before. At the same time, several people could not help looking at these strange soldiers coming from afar.
These people are indeed soldiers. Although their clothes look a little confusing, they can be seen that these people are not poor. Seeing some people have unloaded armor bags hanging on their saddles, the workers' faces are even colder. .
"If you want to be a mercenary for the Ottomans, you can go directly to the old pine street in the city, those who are heretics are there."
A worker said that he turned coldly and left, and other companions followed him closely, and no one ignored the team.
"It seems that the locals do not like the Ottomans."
Cachoo, who has been disguised as a disguise, told Gompati in the team that at this time, Gompati also appeared to be quite different from before, except that he had gradually become accustomed to neatness because of Alexander's constraints. Apart from being rather sloppy, the team's weapons have also been replaced by poorly made goods, and even Compati, the "leader", is just a good scimitar with a handle.
"Isn't this normal? The Ottomans haven't completely conquered in North Bosnia, otherwise the Sultan may have been sent here by his governor instead of by those of Sackler." Gompati said, looking at Xiaoka with interest Joe "But I didn't expect you to learn Bosnian so quickly. If you don't understand what they are saying, is it the credit of the Bosnian woman?"
Hearing the companions around him, Cauccio was not annoyed, but instead showed pride.
The veterans who followed Alexander from Agrig inevitably suffered some sacrifices after many battles, and the few Agrig soldiers have now become the backbone of the Montina army, and some of them are From ordinary farmers and soldiers to gradually become a respectable officer, the most legendary of course is none other than O'Lei.
From an apprentice of a stonemason to becoming one of the most important officers of the Montina army, the scenery of Aufrei impressed and inspired many people, such as Cacho Jr. who wanted to be appreciated by an earl by a rare opportunity. Bizarre.
"If we succeed this time, I can guarantee you will be reused by the Earl." Comparti made this promise to Caccio Jr. and then beat the mount hard with a whip. The horse snorted because of the pain, and then The whole team ran towards Siye.
The city of Siye is not big, because the whole city is almost built on a huge mine, the city is always gray in the distance, and after entering the city, you will find that the city seems to be covered in dust , People walk on the road, no matter where they go, they can always make a series of footprints.
The people of Gompati were not allowed to enter the city. The local defense force of the defending city became alert when they saw these mercenaries. Only four people were allowed to go into the city with Gompati.
Little Cacho was inquiring along the way, but the people in the city seemed to be very sensitive to the terms "Ottoman" and "Old Pine Street". Even if they were in the beginning and Yan Yue, they often became cold when they heard it. Incomparably, some young people even showed obvious hostility.
"It seems that the Ottomans are unpopular here," said Cachoro. When he saw other people looking at him with strange eyes, Cachoo added another sentence, "Of course they are not popular everywhere. "
"Bosnians hate them," Compatti looked at the hazy outline of the old Pine Street after asking many people, and reached out and squeezed the scimitar in his waist. "But this is certainly a good thing for us. , So we might be much easier. "
The old pine tree street is very famous in the city of Siye, but this famous is not a good thing for the Siye people. On this street, the Ottomans built their first monastery on the north bank of the Naousawa River. With the efforts and wrists of Seychelles of Seychelles.
Seckler in the city of Siille lives in a large house originally built by the nobles of the Eastern Roman era. Unlike the Ottomans who pay more attention to privacy and often want to build the house into divided courtyards, this large house is entirely made of A large courtyard surrounded by a circle of two-story buildings supported by a well in the middle patio to form a small arch like a little angel has been destroyed, leaving only two broken bases standing bare next to the well platform.
As a representative of the region where the Sudan was conquered in name but actually remained independent, Seckler was more like a liaison between the Sudan and the local aristocracy.
Most Secklers are indeed only responsible for conveying the will to the Sudan. In those places, Seckler has various influences on the local forces. However, as Sieker City, Seckler is obviously not much.
At least it can force the local nobles to provide enough ore to Sudan every year, which obviously seems to be more successful than Seckler in other places.
Seckler, who was the predecessor of Siye City, was the nephew of his predecessor. This nobleman from Ottoman was not very young. It was at the age of energetic Ottoman nobility that apparently inherited his uncle's means. There are far more converts than any predecessor.
Regarding the arrival of a mercenary, Seckler did not show how enthusiastic it was. After letting the pagans wait in the yard for a long time, Seckler walked from the house surrounded by several guards. Came out.
Secler frowned slightly when he saw Gompati. From the appearance of Gompati, he could see that this person should not be a local, which made Seckler somewhat disappointed.
The Ottomans have a very good attitude towards the people who are willing to trust them in the conquered places. Whether for the purpose of enveloping people or for other purposes, those people are often reused by the Ottomans, and some of them have gradually become powerful. Party princes.
These mercenaries did not look like locals, which made Seckler use the opportunity to show the locals that the Ottomans were soliciting. However, when he heard that these people were from a distant interior in Europe, he again Can't help but feel a little emotional.
"Why do you come to Bosnia?" Seckler asked in Bosnian, who was much more skilled than Cacho, even if he could hardly tell the difference without looking at him, and his eyes were not traced on the faces of these people. Swept away, his attention was not all on the little Cacho who was the leader and the second-handed, but he also paid attention to the other men standing next to them.
"Just to make money, some people say there are opportunities everywhere, and there are wealth everywhere, but apart from seeing it all dirty here, I really don't see anything special." Gompati said hard Dust the dust on his body, and then spit out the slobber of dust on the ground.
Seckler's two dark eyebrows were frowned. Although he also lived in a city that always seemed to be covered with smoke, the sloppy and dirty look of this European in front of him made him feel disgusted, which made him think of Jun. The public baths in Constantinople thought of Seckler's comfortable life there, but he soon suppressed this idea, because he knew that the city of Siille was the place to guarantee his future.
"You want to find a job here?" Seckler looked at Gompati. When his gaze fell on the scimitar, Sackler's gaze could not help but "show me your knife . "
"This is not a good idea," Compatiti slowly grasped the handle of the knife. "Easily handing the weapon into the hands of others is like handing over fate."
"Your destiny has been doomed since entering the city, and I can guarantee not only you, but also your companions who are more than a hundred people outside the city, their destiny has also been determined."
Seckler's words changed Gompati's expression, and at the same time, Caccio and several companions slowly moved closer.
"If I were you, you wouldn't be so impulsive," Seckler looked back and saw the faint flashing figure in the house. The Ottomans looked at Gompati's cocked lips with oily and curly beard. "If you plan to Under my hands, I have to listen to my orders, otherwise you have to leave the city, and if you let me know that you are still nearby, I will send someone to suppress you, and now you make your own decision. "
Gompati seemed hesitant to think about it, but in the end he slowly took the scimitar off the sheath with the sheath and handed it over.
"This knife is good, it can be seen that it killed someone," Seckler pulled out the knife and sniffed it with his nose. "But I want to know how you got an Ottoman warrior's scimitar now."
Seckler said that he turned the blade and put the sharp tip gently against Gompati's chest: "Tell me what did you do before?"
"I worked as a city defense force in Pisa, and I did errands for another nobleman," Gompati said. "But those people are not generous, and I wanted to get rich so I organized a team. I gave Many nobles have fought, some of them are good, but most of them are bastards, and now mercenaries are not doing well, at least half of the money we make goes into the pockets of those brokers. "
Listening to the complaint of the European in front of me, although the person next to him often interpreted it indifferently, and even it didn't sound that way at all, but Seckler gradually understood the origin of the person in front of him.
"Then what is your knife?"
"This is a gift," Gumpati, who seems to be fully integrated into the role of mercenary leader, explained that "I was given to me by a former owner, although other people are good, but I want to make a fortune so I left him before I left. He gave me this machete. "
Speaking of this, Compatti looked at the tip of the knife on his chest and stretched out a finger to gently push it away.
"Speaking of which I haven't fought with the Ottomans yet, but I think if I come by myself, I can also seize such a knife, maybe it will be better."
Seckler was not angry at Gompati's words. His hands were slightly loosened, and the scimitar hung down, and then he handed the scimitar erected to Gompati.
"Out of good intentions I advise you not to try this kind of thing, otherwise you may not have a chance to make a fortune," the Ottomans waved to Gompati. "Come on, let us talk about what you are going to do with us. Live, know that we are very generous but do not support lazy people, so if you want to stay in the city of Siye, let me see that you are worth the price. "
There was a smile on the corner of Gompati ’s mouth, but he quickly disappeared. He knew that the Ottomans did not necessarily trust him. Although they did not intend to stay here for a long time according to their plan, if they wanted to realize the count ’s The plan needs to know a lot.
Although relying on Ivo Drana or others can also hear some news, Gompati knew that Alexander was very wary of Bosniacs.
So in order to get reliable information about the Ottomans, Alexander not only sent the little Cacho, who was already a half Bosnia pass, but even Compatti came in handy.
Because Alexander is very clear, if he wants to dress up as a leader who can lead and suppress more than 100 mercenaries, he is obviously not as good.
After Gompati and Cachoo entered the city, the "mercenaries" who were left outside the city camped in a sunny place not far from the city gate.
In the view of the City Defense Army in Siye City, these out-of-towners who do n’t know where they came from and spoke completely incomprehensible language looked honest, at least they did n’t make any noise when they were camping. There was a lot of movement, and what made the City Defence Forces feel a little strange is that these mercenaries set up tents and set fire for cooking very quickly. As the cooking smoke rose, it was not long before some sharp-eyed City Defence Forces saw the mercenaries are The chunks of cold dried meat were thrown into the hot hot water, and soon a tempting aroma had drifted down the wind.
"These foreigners are not polite, and regard this as their garden." A city defense army licked his lips, but when he saw that the others didn't move him, he put away his plans to rub some food in the past.
"This is about making money by selling lives, unlike us," a soldier said coldly. "They want to sell lives to the Ottomans, maybe they will be our enemies in the future."
The soldier's words made several city defense soldiers who had planned to talk to these "mercenaries" extinguish their thoughts. Their gaze towards the army became full of hostility. The hostility was so strong that it stayed in the camp. The few soldiers who came down to lead the team immediately noticed something strange.
Several muskets were mobilized to the side of the camp to monitor the city defense forces, while others watched the Bosnians who suddenly showed hostility while eating.
"What are they going to do?" A musketeer responsible for surveillance grabbed his body hard, and he didn't know how many lice there were on his dirty clothes. At least now he had started to miss his clean and tidy body, even more powerful and beautiful. Thinking about wearing such a suit to fight, the musketeer felt that even the weapon in his hand was unsatisfactory.
"They seem to hate us, but this doesn't make sense, and we didn't offend them," another Musketeer said doubtfully. "These Bosniaks are really strange, and no one knows what they are thinking."
"Shut up," a leader soldier yelled at his companions. "Remember we are 'mercenaries' now, so if these guys want to provoke, don't be polite to them."
The leader's words immediately aroused cheers from all around ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It was just that the Musketeers didn't expect their actions to be provocative in the eyes of the Bosnians. With this cheering, the two parties that were already hostile to each other immediately splashed down A Martian gunpowder barrel exploded in an instant!
When the first gunshot sounded, Gompati was talking with Seckler.
The Ottomans' habit of pulling homely habits when talking about business is to make the atmosphere between the two sides rare and harmonious.
However, the gunshots at the city gate suddenly broke this harmony, and a few of Gompatti's accidents became prisoners of the order.
And on a high away from the gate, Alexander, who was watching the scene from afar, was frowning.
But when he heard from the woman named Helena who was brought back by Cacho Jr. and heard her quotations from the Bosnian City Defence Force, Alexander smiled a little.
"The Balkans are really tough, but I like them." Alexander murmured softly.