1526, August 26, midnight.

The villagers of Mohachi Village, who had been praying for their king for a whole day under the leadership of the village chief, did not sleep, but stepped up drainage under the leadership of the village chief.

Mohac is the name of a small village on the Danube River. The village is surrounded by an open but slightly undulating plain.

Although it is a plain area close to a river, like most villages in Hungary, its agricultural technology is backward and water conservancy facilities are basically non-existent, so it cannot support many families, and it does not even have the smallest church of the Cyric Church.

All land ownership belongs to a big noble, and all villagers have no land ownership.

However, the life of these families is not that bad. Because of the efforts of the royal family in the past few decades, the great nobles have made concessions, and the locals can obtain certain personal rights, and they are no longer serfs but tenant farmers.

And in addition to agriculture, they also have animal husbandry to subsidize their families.

The most important asset of every household is the goats that provide dairy products.

Dozens of families in the village still live a half-farming and half-grazing life just like their Magyar ancestors thousands of years ago.

They escaped the Ottomans' food requisition in the previous days and the retaliatory destruction after they could not get food, because their monarch arrived in time to protect them.

The enemy's request for food made them miserable, but every family was willing to kill sheep for His Majesty's guards, even if it meant that their children would not be able to drink goat milk for a long time.

Being able to see the heroic and brave young monarch with their own eyes was a willing offer from them. From this point of view, the Yagronni royal family still had a certain degree of popularity.

The plains of Mohachi had been shrouded in heavy dark clouds a few days ago. After the heavy rain, a new stream even formed in the pitted muddy ground.

While the villagers of Mohac were busy, they were also worried about whether such rainfall would cause flooding in the Danube River, and whether their monarch's camp would also be flooded.

However, they soon realized that both worries were unnecessary. After dawn, defeated soldiers began to flee into the village.

The heavy rain that started yesterday obscured the noise of the battle a few miles away, and it took a few hours for the villagers to fall into chaos and despair.

Now flowing on the Mohach Plain is a bloody stream.

The blood of fifteen thousand Hungarian soldiers, including many nobles, and their monarch Louis II was slowly flowing into the Danube River mixed with rainwater.

While the Ottoman soldiers were sweeping the battlefield in the rain and collecting loot, the nobles were enjoying the camp in their tents.

"General Fedtal, thank you for your hard work." Emperor Suleiman was talking to the exiles from afar.

Even though it was raining heavily outside, his tent seemed to be two different worlds from the outside, dry and comfortable. Not a drop of rainwater could get into Sudan's large tent made of desert toad skin.

This giant toad that lives in the Sahara Desert can drink water only once a year. After drinking dozens of liters of water at a time, its skin will firmly lock in the water, allowing it to last until the next rainy season.

It's called a giant toad, but to make such a large tent that can accommodate dozens of people, you still need the skins of hundreds of these precious toads.

Like the five-fold crown, this is a symbol of Suleiman the Magnificent's majesty and power.

On his head is a five-layered crown made by the best alchemists and jewelery craftsmen of the Republic of Venice and the Republic of Liguria. It has two more layers than the triple crown of the true elect pope, and each layer has a strange power.

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Of course, not even the Shar Church could provide Ladislaus with the specific power, and all the craftsmen were tight-lipped. This was also the secret to the prosperity of these two commercial city-states.

"It is my honor to serve you and Allah." Fedtaler, who had worked so hard to escape, hurried slowly and finally arrived at the battlefield in time a few days before the Battle of Mohach and played his role.

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His current humble attitude is partly due to the tent and the five-fold crown, but mostly due to the victory of the 100,000 Ottoman army yesterday.

"Under no circumstances should a mortal's name be placed before the name of God, Fedtal Pasha." A two-headed Ottoman veteran said very rudely. "Even the greatest sultan cannot

Can."

"Oh, don't be so harsh on the newcomers, Abu Said Khozo." It was Ibrahim Pasha who came to Feidtal's rescue. The struggle between divine power and imperial power was everywhere.

"No, no, this is indeed a very serious mistake. Everything I have is given by the omniscient, omnipotent, great and merciful Allah. Fedtal Pasha, you must pay attention to it in the future." His Majesty Suleiman showed his greatest love for Allah.

Respect. "However, your timely appearance yesterday made Hungary

It is indeed a great achievement that the soldiers' morale has been shaken. Although your affairs in Bohemia are not going smoothly, I still think that this is not a problem of your ability, but that the Habsburg conspirators are too despicable.

, I think you can continue to serve me in Buda."

Federthaler was naturally grateful. On his first day as an outsider, he made it clear that his attitude towards the conflict between imperial power and theocratic power was necessary.

He was always Ibrahim Pasha's man.

"Your Majesty, the body of King Louis II of Hungary has been found. Several Hungarian nobles have confirmed the identity." A messenger brought the good news. "Did you bring the body?"

"No, I'll go, we must respect the dead as much as possible." The emotion revealed in Emperor Suleiman the Magnificent's words was a bit strange, perhaps because killing a powerful monarch on the battlefield was a rare event for the Ottoman Sultans of all ages.

Honor it.

Driving away the Knights Hospitallers entrenched in Rhode Island may be of great strategic and economic significance, but the honor it brings is far less than it is today.

But this was still not enough. Said's old dog relied on his old age to make the Sultan very unhappy.

'I still need more glory to make the world bow at my feet.'

"Your Majesty, it is indeed King Louis." After lying on the muddy ground and looking at the king's armor and face for several minutes, Federtaler was already soaked through.

Although he left the special tent, Sudan was still very dry.

This was not because there were several dedicated warriors holding the curtain over his head. With such heavy rain, that layer of cloth was not enough.

The warriors were just decorations like the curtains they held. Not a drop of water could pass through Suleiman the Magnificent's five-fold crown without his permission.

However, after seeing the pale face of his opponent who was younger than himself, Suleiman let go of the restraint and let the rain fall on his face.

"He is still so young. Although I did come here to defeat him, it was not my intention to kill him when he had just gained the joy of life and power." His Majesty Suleiman is a very good poet. Stay

He wrote many Turkish poems praising love and promoting heroism.

This passage was spoken in Turkish, with gorgeous diction and four-legged parallels. It can be said that it came out perfectly.

"Your Majesty, your poems bring together your kindness and your power, and will eventually illuminate history." Ibrahim Pasha's right flattery came rolling in.

After the first henchman finished flattering him, General Federtal was about to follow him when suddenly a fireball shot towards the Sultan.

A Hungarian nobleman who was being dragged to identify the body broke free from his guards and rushed over.

"Protect the Sultan!"

"Protect the Sultan!"

The captured nobleman was a warrior with the ability to cast spells, although all the captives had been confiscated of spellcasting materials.

But he used the last bit of casting material in his mouth to activate a fireball, knocking down several enemies and causing chaos.

The corpse of King Louis and the interference of heavy rain gave him a last chance to fight.

Several suppressed prisoners also struggled together. Although most of them were quickly cut off by the guards, they still gave the brave warrior a little more chance.

"It's the Arcane Knight!"

Said and Zhuo activated a "Group Blessing Spell" and also named the type of enemy.

Although it is difficult to reach the top level of power like a pure martial arts profession, this composite profession is most suitable for intermediate warriors, but it is difficult to advance to complex training. Generally, only top nobles will concentrate resources to cultivate important members of the family in this way.

The flexibility and versatility of this profession make them particularly suitable as backbones on the battlefield.

Many warriors moved closer to the Sultan, giving the Hungarian noble the opportunity to attack the real target.

The disarmed noble has no weapons and has used up the last bit of casting materials.

But he still attacked Feittaler's neck with his teeth.

His courage was awe-inspiring, but after fighting for a day and being soaked to the skin, he was too tired.

His abilities have reached their limit.

His body was stiff and it was difficult to change his rhythm, and his face almost fell under Fedtaler's punch.

Not surprisingly, Feidtaler knocked him down with one punch.

"Is it really you?! Fedtaler." The nobleman, who had been subdued again, was dragged in front of the Sultan. He stared at Fedtaler closely, his eyes blazing with fire.

"Duke Horthy? Is this your name?" Suleiman saw clearly the carved inscriptions on the Duke's armor, and he was very interested in this brave warrior.

"There is no need to persuade me to surrender, His Majesty the Sultan. It is already a grave sin for me to fail to protect my monarch. If I surrender again, I would really be ashamed of my ancestors." The Duke, who realized that he would never have another chance, did not beg for mercy.

"Do you still have a last wish?" Suleiman was not an affectionate person, but he still asked one more question. If you have a wish, you will have an available weakness. Once you say it, you can prescribe the right medicine to persuade him to surrender.

Such a person can be used by the Sultan.

"I have nothing else in the world but to die quickly." Duke Horthy once again stuck to his heart and honor.

"Then let Duke Horthy join the sacrifices below as soon as possible." Suleiman turned the horse's head and returned to his tent, his voice as cold as the rain.

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"His Majesty the Sultan, with a golden crown on his head, accepted the submission of the viziers and beys, two thousand prisoners were executed, and the rain poured heavily."
Chapter completed!