Vol 5 Chapter 31: Tough mountain people

Alexander sat at a wooden table and looked at the Viscount Gerva opposite.
After being arrested by Viscount Hilva that day, Alexander, who thought he needed some explanation, unexpectedly saw the next day when he seemed to have forgotten what happened the night before, and it looked like nothing had happened. Viscount, Alexander did not think that he had amnesia, but rather tacitly chose silence.
But the Viscount took this opportunity to introduce his niece to Alexander. For such an obvious attempt, Alexander immediately told the Viscount that he already had a fiancee.
Viscount Helva was somewhat unhappy with this somewhat unexpected fact, but he did not regret sending Morco away, because even without Alexander he would not allow his niece to marry the son of a common knight.
Although this knight was once his best friend.
But because of this big and small accident, the Viscount took the opportunity to show enough goodwill to Alexander, as to why he did this, of course, both sides knew the truth.
It is precisely because of this that Alexander made his request to him very clear, and it was also a condition to help the Viscount.
"I need soldiers," Alexander remembered the look on the Viscount's face when he said this a few days ago. Although he knew that this might cause Herva's dissatisfaction, he still said, "I need to call the locals, I can give them good training to train them into qualified soldiers, and it is also very important to you. We all know that many people are interested in the throne of the Bosnian King. "
"Count, I hope you can help me, but I do n’t know if I should offer you my people in exchange," Viscount Hilva hesitated. He could n’t help but worry, thinking of a foreign army in his country Rooted and even he was hesitant even if it was an alliance. "Be aware that the locals are very tough, I can't guarantee that they can listen to you with one command. In fact, even the farmers themselves are the lords. They will often be resisted by them. "
Alexander nodded softly, believing that it was not that the Viscount Hilva deliberately blamed, but that the Balkan mountain people could indeed be said to be the most recalcitrant in Europe.
It may be hard to imagine that a group of farmers holding various rudimentary weapons or even agricultural tools simply dressed up Mohammed II, known as the "conqueror", but think about the descendants of these farmers, in the hundreds After years, he also defeated enemies more powerful than the Ottomans, and Alexander became more interested in these Balkans.
"The most suitable soldier." This is Alexander's assessment of the Balkan mountain people. They are sturdy, brave, and almost stubborn. These mountain people have a recalcitrant character and a frightening combat power, which makes Alexander treat them. Even more fascinated.
What kind of surprise will the army composed of such soldiers bring him in the future, Alexander feels that it is totally worth looking forward to.
As for the unruly and unruly nature of the mountain people that Viscount Hilva said, Alexander did not think it was difficult.
"Viscount, as I said before, I just need you to provide me with information about the mountain people who are fighting against the Ottomans."
Although the locals are brave, Alexander is not optimistic about them. In fact, the Ottomans ’attempts to control the Balkans have encountered unexpected and heavy obstacles, but they have been steadily developing, especially with Bayset. With the implementation of a series of powerful policies in Sudan, the Balkans' resistance will be gradually contained, and eventually the Balkans will become one of the strongest vassals of the Ottomans in Europe.
For this result, Alexander did not think that he could change himself now. The Ottoman Empire was too powerful. In the face of this behemoth that almost relied on the whole of Europe to resist resistance, Alexander had not arrogantly thought that his power could stop this giant. pace.
In this case, he might as well think more of himself and get the maximum benefit at this time.
What can I get for helping Hurva? Alexander thought about this question carefully, and the answer is simple, that is, the Balkan soldiers he had always wanted.
With strong soldiers and enough soldiers, Alexander felt he should get more from his trip to Hungary.
According to the news provided by Viscount Hilva, Alexander sent his emissaries to the surrounding villages. He needed to let the local farmers know of his arrival, and he needed to make them understand that they were "friends" of their lord.
It ’s just that Viscount apparently does n’t like Alexandria ’s move. It seems to Hurva that the farmers are brave, but because of their natural temper, they ca n’t be qualified soldiers, and even these people may find more trouble on the battlefield than the enemy. More.
Just a few days ago, news of a local villager attacking a group of Ottomans reached the camp.
In the news, the local mountain people not only robbed a batch of taxes sent to Belgrade, but also killed a dozen escorted Ottoman soldiers. When the news came, Alexander felt Hurva's obvious tension.
"The Ottomans are not willing to give up. This is done by pushing all of us under the sword of the Ottomans."
Hurva's angry shouts broke through the door at the time, and could be heard far away.
What made the Viscount more disturbing was that the villagers in that village seemed to have tasted the sweetness of the attack, and they even publicly declared that they would rob the Ottoman transport team again.
Hurva immediately decided to send someone to warn the people in that village not to act rashly, but as he said, the villagers were not polite to the lord.
The warning was ignored and the messenger was even driven out of the village.
This made Helva irritated again with anger, and Alexander felt his chance seemed to come after hearing the news.
"Viscount, I believe that after this lesson, those villagers should become more obedient," looking at Hurva, who was still in a bad mood even after a few days, Alexander comforted him. "I believe that the villagers have already tasted When it comes to suffering, they will soon be willing to obey your orders. "
"Are you so sure that those people will suffer?" Helva asked hesitantly. "You know that you don't know those villagers, or you don't know how powerful they are."
"But I know that as you said, the Ottomans will not give up, and once the Ottomans really decide to deal with those villagers, they will definitely not be able to deal with them as they are now."
Alexander thought about the Ottoman rule over the Balkans during the long years, but he felt that it was just the beginning.
A horse hissing came from the thick wood, but it seemed to be silenced immediately, and then no other sound could be heard in the wood except for the sound of wind.
A team of Ottoman cavalry walked cautiously on the forest road. The horseshoes of the war horses stepped on the hard ground and made a dull sound, but they soon disappeared as if swallowed by the depressed woods around them. The already cautious Ottomans were even more careful.
The team walked along the rugged road in the jungle. Although the leaves had fallen in winter, the thick branches blocked most of the sunlight, making the woods very dark and colder.
A string of shiny ice hangs upside down on the dry branches. With the passing of the silhouette of the team below reflecting the blurry shadows of people, until a sudden startling of a wild bird trembles the branches in the depths of the woods, the ice hanging immediately breaks and falls on the ground.
The Ottoman soldiers suddenly became enemies. The front man clutched the knife handle at his waist tightly, watching the dark forest with his eyes alert, while the soldiers at the back quickly formed two lines of defense to put a few cars in the middle. The rutting heavy carriage is protected in the middle.
These soldiers knew that their mission was important this time, and it was because of this that they dared not take it lightly, because if something went wrong, waiting for them would be the harshest punishment.
It sounded quiet in the woods, except for the flying bird that had just been frightened. Only the whistling wind blowing through the branches caused the weird howling.
The Ottomans did not relax their vigilance because of this calm. They stayed in place and did not continue to move forward, but sent a few people carefully to explore the depths of the woods.
The scout carefully used scimitars to pick out the bushes, and the cold tip of the knife made a creaking sound when it touched the brittle branches of the bush until it touched something.
The scout did n’t have time to make any noise, because it was almost the ambush who stood up against him directly thrust the dagger into his open mouth, just as the scout filled with blood spouted backwards, a crossbow Head from the woods towards the Ottomans on the road!
The first Ottoman who was shot in the team also had no chance to make any sound, but then the companions who were also attacked finally cried out in pain because of the arrows.
The echo of the first round of crossbow arrows piercing the air has not completely disappeared. The second round has followed one after another, accompanied by bursts of screams, and at the same time, a figure flashed out from the shadow of the woods.
An Ottoman cavalry saw a figure appearing behind the bush in front and immediately raised his knife, but what he did not expect was that the other party did not meet the knife he raised, and the figure suddenly moved towards him as the bush suddenly shook The horse rushed in, just before the Ottomans had responded, with a screaming scream, the horse's chest was penetrated by a spear cut from a branch!
The Ottomans threw off immediately, before he stood up and shook with a few figures, he was horrified to see several people rushing out from behind the trees, holding various odd-shaped weapons in their hands, but regardless of those Something is so simple that it is not even a weapon at all. When the pitchforks and flail fell on him, the screams of the Ottomans also rang in the woods.
There were raiders everywhere in the woods. Those enemies who suddenly popped up without knowing where they were were wearing tattered clothes and holding more tattered weapons in their hands, but they rushed from all directions towards the road without fear Ottomans, when someone was cut down by a machete, the people behind immediately rushed up mutely, and even more people took advantage of the opportunity of their spears to be crowded up by the spear, and slashed up to the Ottomans who could not pull out the spear.
For a while, there were silhouettes everywhere in the woods, shouts and screams everywhere, and the Ottoman team was suddenly confused by these sudden attackers.
"Kill these pagans!"
A man with gray hair roared loudly. A scar on his bare head from the top to his face destroyed most of his face. The scarred wound left by the scar made people wonder how he lived. Down.
The big man had a heavy sword in his hand. He was one of those people who had a rare weapon, and he was obviously one of the most powerful of them.
Just as Dahan yelled, a man dressed as a farmer beside him waving a pitchfork suddenly shouted and slammed him from behind. Dahan was slammed and fell to the side with a dull gunshot. Suddenly sounded from the Ottoman team!
The big man who fell to the ground seemed to feel that his ears were suddenly pierced by countless needles, he could not hear his cry, only the deafening sound of the muscular guns that seemed to be near him, he saw A cloud of blood was sprayed from the chest of his companion, and at the same time his partners who were rushing towards the Ottomans also fell to the ground with the sound of gunshots.
The carriages that had been tightly protected before had lifted a closed curtain, and underneath was not the precious goods that the Ottomans they had previously heard about to be shipped to the south, but a team of heavily armed soldiers shooting with firearms in their hands. New Ottoman Army.
The attacker who was rushing towards the enemy was suddenly hit with a head-on headache. Some people were directly smashed by muskets, and others were struck down with a knife and a gun after being hit. They screamed and struggled!
"be cheated……"
This thought appeared in Dahan ’s mind, but he knew it was too late. He saw that under the cover of the new guns in the carriages, the Ottomans with scimitars had rushed towards the enemy who had been blinded by the sudden attack. Several of the Ottomans who were very close to him had raised their terrible scimitars in their hands.
"Booming" gunshots sounded again, UU reading www.uukanshu.com but this time it was the Ottomans who fell.
At the same time, with the sound of horseshoes, there seemed to be an earthquake-like roar in the woods.
"This is the worst group of people I have ever seen."
Riding a horse in the woods and watching a scene of little Cacho muttering on the road, he turned his head to look at the silent Gompati thinking and asked, "Captain, are we really going to save these people?"
"This is an order from an adult," Compatiti frowned slightly as he rushed towards the team of Ottomans. There were not many Ottomans in this team, but there were many Bosniacs besieging them. Sturdy and courageous, but obviously not an opponent of the disciplined new Ottoman army. Before they launched the attack, a large number of locals dressed as farmers had fallen on the ground. "We have to save them."
Following Gompati's words, he saw that the first Bohemian cavalry who had rushed into the enemy team from behind had waved the saber to the nearest Ottoman.
"You go back to little Cacho first," Comparti told the scout. "Go tell the lord, he will soon have a group of powerful soldiers."