Chapter 19 Chapter Eighteen

Where the hell is Muhammad?Did I really hit him just now?In the confusion, Vlad couldn't be sure.He was certain of one thing—more and more Turks were joining the fight.The number of enemies is too much.Vlad knew that his side had just relied on a sneak attack to take the lead, and if he continued, it would only be a matter of time before the situation reversed. Hot blood splashed on his face, and he fell down alone.Vlad reached out to catch it. It was one of his cronies.A Wallachian young man who is good at swordsmanship, originally the son of a farmer, had killed countless enemies a few months ago, and was just conferred the title of baron by himself.At this moment, the whole body of this new nobleman was pierced like a hedgehog by clusters of arrows, and there was a fatal and terrifying wound on his chest, which was clearly caused by a Turkish scimitar.

Vlad had no time to grieve, because a familiar voice suddenly sounded clearly among the shouts of killing around him.It was like a call from a dream, pulling me back to the Turkish court of my childhood in an instant.He was alone, running between layers of curtains, and then a person suddenly lifted the curtains and met his eyes. "I knew it was you." The person came with a firelight on his back, pressing a huge black shadow on him, "Long time no see, brother." Vlad looked up. Radu.He carried a bloody machete and stepped over the corpses of Turks and Wallachians.Fire and blood flickered in his eyes.

"Where is Muhammad?" Vlad let go of the dead man in his arms, and asked in a calm voice. "Not here." Radu smiled slightly. Vlad was taken aback.So the person in the tent is really not Muhammad?So who was the person I just stabbed? "Where is the Sultan?" He pressed the other party. "Going back. Maybe we're in Adrianople by now," said Radu. "Is he afraid?" Vlad raised his eyebrows contemptuously. "Fleeing back to his palace so soon?" "Because he knows that we will win without a doubt." Radu said confidently, "Besides, this small land, how could it be the turn of the great Sultan himself? I am enough here. Wallachia. You and me." He raised the scimitar in his hand.

Vlad took a deep breath.Perhaps the last thing he wanted to do after failing to assassinate Muhammad was to draw a sword against his own brother. But this is his fate.He can't escape. The wind howled.The fire that soared into the sky reflected the whole world into red.Vlad looked at the knife in his hand.He just chopped someone down, but there was no blood on his blade. Radu told him that Muhammad had returned to Adrianople.Then everything he did tonight would no longer make sense.He had simply brought Wallachia's best warriors to die in the enemy's camp.Everywhere he looked, he saw his soldiers fall one by one, and he had no desire to fight.He is their commander, and he must bring back those who are still alive.

He swung his knife and slashed, cutting off the nearest pillar supporting the tent, and the whole burning tent was crumbling.He slashed the blade and whipped the wind, bringing the entire camp to the enemy.He whistled and gave the order to retreat.He took the remaining soldiers of Wallachia and quickly retreated to the woodland where they had ambush before. Unexpectedly, the other party did not chase.Perhaps the chaotic army needed to be rested, or the burning granary needed to be extinguished immediately, but the Turks did not pursue the victory.Vlad turned his head in disbelief, because he knew that at least Radu would never let him go.But when he looked back, he saw another person standing beside Radu.

Is it Muhammad? The man was very tall, at least a head taller than the tall Radu, and his shoulders were almost twice as broad.He was wearing the armor of the Praetorian Guards, which covered his whole body tightly, and even more so, a pitch-black mask was airtightly covering his head.He noticed that it was this man who said a few words in Radu's ear before the other party gave up the chase.But Radu was already the commander-in-chief of the Turkish Guards, and they gave him the title of "Bey".But this person is obviously of higher status than Radu. Who is he? Vlad was puzzled.He withdrew quickly to Castle Bonnelli with the rest of his troops.

He has nightmares all night long.In the night attack launched in summer, he lost nearly 5,000 elite soldiers.This was nothing, since his enemies had lost more.He was only worried about one thing. Radu has returned to Wallachia.This is his first return since leaving his homeland twenty years ago.Just like people's legend, two princes with the same bloodline competed for the throne in this land. He had heard that half his council had turned against Gorradou.He spat. These cowardly and cowardly elders from the former dynasty were all supporters of Turkey in the first place.They have always given up hope of going to war with Turkey.But worse were his mercenaries.Although the goddess of victory is still on his side, he has won three games in a row recently, but Hungary has not seen support for a long time, and he has no military expenses.His last mercenary captain had threatened him yesterday that if there was no more pay, they would withdraw en masse.

In the dream, he returned to his childhood again and again, using his young body to fight against demons several times his height.Every time he woke up from the nightmare drenched in cold sweat.Because he never won once. When he opened his eyes for the last time, he saw the demon. At this moment, he was standing on the tallest spire of Bonnelli Castle, watching Radu's army camp outside the moat.He saw Radu and the tall masked general in black beside him.It was so far away that he shouldn't have seen the other person's face.But when he looked at them, he saw the man look up, looking straight at him with lifeless red eyes.

D felt cold all over. Six years ago, his adoptive father Hunyadi told him that with his swordsmanship, he had few rivals in the world.But when he saw this person, a sense of fear that he had never felt before emerged spontaneously from the bottom of his heart.He's not sure he'll be able to keep winning. He stroked the ring on his finger. There is no one around him anymore.He has only one sword. merciful god.justice and loyalty. He stroked the Latin inscription engraved on it over and over again. May the holy God have not forsaken him.May St. George be with him. D knelt down. It was already dark.Maybe tomorrow morning, the enemy will start attacking the city.Maybe tonight.He's running out of time.He has no mercenaries and no council.The only thing he can do at this moment is to hold his sword tightly and pray sincerely to his faith.

An unnatural voice interrupted him.A man suddenly broke the window and jumped in. D looks up. "Run away!" Someone yelled at him, "If it's too late, it's too late!" "You're here." He stood up with a smile on his lips.He thought he would never see her again in his life. "Run!" The girl panicked, "He's coming!" "Who?" D frowned, he had never seen the other party so groggy. "The one I've been hiding from," the girl said nervously. "They call him the Chariot." "Chariot?" D didn't understand what the word meant, "You mean, 'he' is the same demon as you?"

"They're not like me!" the girl retorted immediately. "They live on blood, and I don't. Run away!" she said seriously for the last time, "otherwise there will be no one left here." "I am alone." D gripped his sword tightly, whispering, "They chose Radu to be their prince. I have no supporters anymore." "Then what are you still doing here?" the girl exclaimed in surprise, "Are you waiting to die?" "I am still the Grand Duke of Wallachia..." "Don't you understand?" the girl couldn't help shouting, "This has nothing to do with Wallachia or Turkey anymore! It's you, Dragon Knight, they're going to kill!" Before the words were finished, an earth-shattering loud noise came from below, the floor shook, and the entire castle was in jeopardy. A guard knocked open the gate at the top of the tower: "Your Highness! The enemy is attacking the city!" So fast? D was taken aback.He didn't have time to give orders, because the messenger fell down after saying only this sentence. Behind him, through the low wooden door, he saw the dark Turkish general standing in the corridor.The opponent just fired the first siege cannon, why is this person already here?And he is sure that just a few minutes ago, he saw the other party at the foot of the mountain from the window, standing with Radu. No one can climb to the top of this tower in a few minutes.nobody". The girl screamed.She grabs D. This is the last thing that happened in the top room of the tower.Because in the next second, the girl grabbed him and jumped out of the broken window. Below, are the towering cliffs of the Carpathians.