“Grrr”, Popke yells. Vukadov hits him in a torso, again. “I shouldn’t drink that last bottle of wine last night”. Popke shakes his head and smiles when he remembers what they all done on last night spree.

He tries to block another hit with his shield, but he was too slow, Vukadov already hits him in a head. Vukadov swing with his spear to hits him and defeat him in their duel, but something he hears stopped him.

“My Prince!”, Someone yelled. It was a scout - he was riding towards them on some old mare, breathless and all covered with dust. “My prince, I bring message from Tsar Ljudislav.”

“What it’s about?”, Vukadov ask.

“War”, said scout.

Vukadov, grabs latter from him and start reading aloud.

“Brothers, our ally is in danger. Burgundy with their allies, enemies against we fight in last war, declare war on Kingdom of Poland. Our duty is to help them now, when they are in danger, just like they help us when we need that. Organize your guards and join my other knights and soldiers in Duklja. Prince Denis Cicic is already waiting for you there.

For honor and justice!

Tsar Ljudislav”

“All right then”, said Vukadov. “Go to the kitchen and ask for food and water, when you eat and drink go back to Prince Denis and tell him we will join him tomorrow, before sun set.”

“Yes, my Prince”, said scout.

“Kid, you save my ass. Go to my stable, there you will get some better horse, with this one we will feed dogs”, said Popke to scout and smiles to him while Vukadov talk with himself about some war tactics, of course, no one listen to him. He’ll tell that again any way.

*****

Two days after…

“Brothers”, said Denis. “Now we will start marching toward our polish allies and our Tsar, how is already at battlefield on Poland borders with his Imperial gourd. Poland’s knights help us in our last war against catholic nations from the west, now we return the service defending their lands and borders! To victory!”

Denis blew in horn, noise spread throw the valley. Hole army starts a long journey to war against old enemies of their motherland.

“Popke, do you take enough wine?” yell Vukadov so Popke can hear him.

“Don’t worry, I carry in my bags enough wine to drown our enemies!”

One more war started.

"YOU SHOULD START TO DRINK RAKIJA INSTEAD OF WINE, IF YOU WANT TO BEAT ME IN DUEL, WINE IS DRINK FOR GIRLS AND MAKE YOU WEAK" yell Vukodav back.

Next to Vukodav sit Princ Derg, he agreed with Vukodav and offer to give Popke some of his famous Dergovacha, the best rakija in Serbian Empire.

"OTHERWISE I WILL KICK YOUR ASS OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, YOU NEED SOME FIRE AND POWER IN YOUR HITS, DERGOVACHA WILL HELP YOU TO HAVE THAT" continue Vukodav.


The new war has come, we just have peace for some months, enough time to heal wounds from previous war. The enemy will bee the same, but battlefields will be different, this time we will fight in Poland. Poland was eyesore to a lot of nations, they all now united their forces and attack them, want to settle same old bills.


It was late night when Vukodav was called to come into Sir Denis Cicic chambers, they have to plan everything, from armies organization to armies movements and most important how and were to supply armies.

That same morning I Srpska pesadijska left Duklja castle, their order was to reach Bosnia and to stop all attempt of enemy spies to infiltrate in Serbia land, and to get as much as possible informations about the enemy near Serbian border.

Some hours latter Duklja castle left group of 20 scouts, their job was to find and reach Poland War minister and inform him that Serbs are coming. They also have to bring back informations from battlefields and most important, where does Poland need us most, were to go.

Together with scouts castle left messengers with Denis letter to shires, were armies should pass, to prepare food, for people and horses, camps for armies and all the rest that armies will and can need.

Five more days have passed,

In the morning of sixth day Denis give order and long trip to Poland have started.


Vukodav, Derg and Popke ride together, they were good friend since the last war. Derg and Vukodav drink famous Dergovacha while the Popke drink his wine. Popke has lose two more duels, Vukodav beat him over and over again, but he did not want to change his wine for rakija.

Then some sadness get Vukodav, Derg and Popke now what that is, he was thinking on his wife Zora, again. Vukodav do that a lot, think on his beautiful wife, were is she, is she now, is she ok, does she think on him like he think on her, and does she miss him like he miss her.

Vukodav tuch a nacklace with small beg around his neck, in beg was a part of Zora hear, and whisper to the wind,

"I miss you, Mikila",

He was hoping that wind will take his words to Zora were ever she is.

I understand you Vukodav, and people said that is in vino veritas,but in rakija is endurance,but battles waits,you need stady grip and clear vision. -Derg said

Also my woman is pregnat ,i hope it will be a boy,some old men said to me if you wanna male child to lift woman's right leg to your left ear and start ...-Derg laughes

Damn in this rakija is thunders fumes,good plums this season were,popke dont be a wimp,have a drink!

After several hours riding group of Serbian knights finally approached to the Polish city. Enemy army has already started the siege, fortunately they bring far fewer knights, battle will be short and easy.

On the tops of the city’s walls peasants watched how Serbs separate army on two parts, two attack enemy from both wings. Enemy doesn’t form formation completely which makes things easier. Knights rushed in front rows and kill more then a half of them just in a first wave. They separated from the enemy and retreated tens of meters to the castle and together form a wedge to set the last and final attack. Some of enemy’s soldiers start to flee, those who remained ended up on spears or under the hooves of tired horses.

Enemy is defeated.

***

“Beh, they already agreed for peace. War has not even really started and we already have to get back home. What will we do now?”, said Milomir. said Milomir, Popke’s first gourd. Young, ambitious and very impatient, because of that he almost lose his head in last battle.

“We will go home, come to our wife’s, or start looking for them, make children, drink, eat, work, and of course prepare for next war”, said Popke. “Come on, we have to join our army. We have to cross a long path to Hungary.”