"Help me? Just you and your Emperor?" Laszlo looked disdainful, "It's better to take care of yourself first. There is only one empire and emperor in one city, ha!"

Listening to these unpalatable words, Sito appeared very calm.

"There is no need to mock me like this, Your Majesty." Sito finally said, "This does not make you more noble. The most important thing now is that we need you, and you also need us."

Laszlo was even more disdainful, "What do I want from you? Are the emperor and his subjects, who cannot protect themselves, prepared to cross the Balkans to protect me?"

"Don't be too busy refusing. Don't you want to truly control your own destiny?" Sito's language was full of temptation, but considering his background, it was not very convincing.

"If you have something to say, just say it. There's no need to be pretentious." Laszlo didn't appear impatient.

"Although His Majesty is now known as the Archduke of Austria, the King of Bohemia and the King of Hungary, Bohemia is now ruled by Georg, Hungary is regent by Hunyadi, and the Principality of Austria has been seized by his cousin Frederick.

, Now as a prisoner, do you still dare to laugh at others?" Sito smiled with some inexplicable meaning.

Laszlo blushed: "If you are here to laugh at me, you have achieved your goal and can leave!"

"No, no, I'm just helping you understand your situation so that we can better discuss cooperation." Sito's face became serious, "Your Majesty, I am willing to help you inherit the great cause of Emperor Albrecht II."

"What your Majesty lacks now is just an army loyal to him, but it is obvious that neither Georg nor Hunyadi will hand over the army to your majesty easily."

"Although Austria is controlled by Frederick, the Austrian nobles do not submit to his rule. His Majesty was able to get out of trouble by relying on them, and he can naturally do the same now."

When the Laszlo mother and son were imprisoned by Frederick, the Austrian nobles forced their way into the place of imprisonment and rescued the trapped Laszlo mother and son. However, due to Frederick's strong influence in the HRE, they had to go to Bohemia.

The capital of Asia took refuge in Prague. Since the Hussite Georg was in power, Bohemia and the HRE Emperor had been in a state of confrontation. Georg needed Laszlo to fight against Frederick.

"You want me to lead Austria to help you? Don't even think about it." Laszlo objected directly.

"Besides, I can only recruit up to 10,000 people in Austria. The strength of the Ottomans was clearly demonstrated in the Battle of Varna. It is impossible for me to take such a risk."

"More than that, Your Majesty, you have more than you think." Sito smiled even brighter.

"What else? There is no way Georg would agree to me leading the army, and Frederick would not agree to a huge threat." Laszlo thought so and shook his head in annoyance. Suddenly he saw that Sito seemed to be confident.

, he showed a big smile.

"My friend, if you have any good plans, please tell me and let me give you some advice."

Sito couldn't laugh or cry: "Your Majesty is really informal."

Laszlo just looked at him eagerly.

"You can tell Georg that you need an army to take back all of Austria."

Frederick was not only the emperor of the HRE, but also the Duke of Inner Austria. Declaring war in the name of recovering his homeland would not arouse the resentment of the princes within the HRE.

"I believe Georg wouldn't mind weakening his opponent's strength a little more," Sito said.

"Then what can I help you with? I don't believe you are here to give me advice." Laszlo looked at Sito with some suspicion.

"I need you to lead the army to help us. Anyway, as long as they leave Prague, no one will care where this army will go, right?" Sito said to Laszlo.

"Not only that, you can also use the same method to Hunyadi, saying that you want to avenge your father."

Laszlo's father, Albrecht II, died in the war with the Ottomans. Of course, Hunyadi was not a fool. On the contrary, he was a hero. He would definitely not believe such a lame reason, but as long as he could weaken Ottoman's mortal enemy

, why not? The Ottomans have been expanding too fast recently, and they really need to be suppressed.

"But," Laszlo's voice was full of hesitation, "the Ottomans are not easy to deal with."

"Of course, we have made adequate preparations for this war." Sito said confidently.

"Not only you, but also the coalition forces of various countries such as King Kamizirh IV of Poland and Pope Gregory VII."

Laszlo was still hesitant,

"Your Majesty, freedom is in your hands." Sito's words were full of temptation.

"I have decided to start preparations immediately." Laszlo's face was full of determination, "When will we send out troops?"

Sito was overjoyed,

"When the Ottomans have suffered enough under the city, that's when we will defeat the enemy."

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Edirne

In the huge palace, Muhammad II was reviewing documents from all over the world. Due to preparations for war, there have been more and more documents recently. The construction of naval ships, the recruitment of combat personnel, and the preparation of combat supplies made this smart and capable man

It was a bit overwhelming, but he obviously enjoyed it.

Halfway through, he put down the quill in his hand, raised his head, and rubbed his brows.

"Call me Khalil and Baltoglu," he shouted outside.

Not long after, two figures entered the palace one after another. The person in front was wearing a typical Arab hat and had a serious face. It was Khalil, the chief minister of the Sudan. The person in the back was unkempt and had a unkempt beard.

Admiral Bartoglu.

"Khalil, how are the supplies for the war being prepared?" Sultan asked when he saw the two people coming in.

"There is still a big gap. It is not easy to capture such a strong city." Khalil replied.

In fact, Khalil did not agree very much with this war, and the Sudan also knew it. However, because he was the previous chief minister of the Sudan, for the sake of stability, he did not change the candidate.

"Raise as soon as possible, and the preparations must be completed by next spring at the latest." Sudan pressed his forehead and looked at the other person.

"The navy is ready to fight at any time, dear Sultan." Baltoglu replied.

Hearing this, the Sultan showed a satisfied smile and immediately issued an order: "Immediately block the Dardanelles Strait and not allow a single grain of grain to be transported into Constantinople."

"I obey your will." Baltoglu saluted, and immediately walked out of the palace with Khalil.
Chapter completed!