Gruffud sends declaration of war,to soon by my opinion,but we will kill them all anyway - prince Derg said to Knez Lazar.

-Like usually we starts in total chaos,are ranks are broken , i think there is no worser army in start,king is away,who knows what he is doing,SDN acts on his will,Gruffud wants to force his strategic plan,i am furious and angry like usually too,if we are in the same room will strangle ourselves,no need for enemies,soldiers are drunk,one third,one third doesnt even know that we have to start,one third doesnt give a dam'...

But it is so gooood to be a Serb - Derg laughed.

Gruffud wants to be polite about some questions of tresspass,King forbides us to be polite ,I dont even want to be polite no matter what,SDN,Knez Lazar as veterans must feels like - send to us some burgundians to put our suffer to end ...

This time burgundians will feel like between hammer and the anvil.

While sending messages to armies commands with instructions ,Derg tiredly sighs..

"Provisons for armies collected,one group is late,Gruffud had some problems too,i hate preparations fight and moving is so much easier than preparations"

Squire just nooded his head and took final letters..

Derg stretched himself and shake the dust from his leather armor.

sun was high on the sky,breeze runs thrugh bushes,Derg shows with his head to one castle and said..

"Lads! See that castle ,one day i will enter with a torch and it will burn,after that i can die..."

Ok it is time,fight is waiting us brothers,dont be scared of so called nobilty knight,pew,i dont give a horse shit for their wimp nobility,and there are some saxon army,our armniy brothers buying today pas to heaven for us and on the end of this campaign hell to all of them!

Simo,you lazy bastard,give a sign for to our war horns ,let there be known,the Serbs are heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere! - Derg38 yelled


This is what are we born for brotheeeers!

For King and Fatherland,Freedom or Death - soldiers shauted ,horses prancing...

A bird reached Serbian encampment.

"So the Croats are coming to defend Italy. From what I wonder, the Italians cut us off by taking the only free province we had to march on to Burgundy, close all ports to us, denying our any move, and expect us to... What, stay in four corners till the Sun rises on west and sets on the east?"

Gruffudd rolled the scroll and gave it to his servant.

A Captain approached Prince Gruffudd

"M'lord, army of peasants and local militia is gathering to attack our encampment, we believe that the Italian king instructed regional nobles to delay our march."

Gruffudd nodded.

"Alert the men and raise the banners. We will pierce our way through. Try to avoid chasing around those villagers, Captain, they are none of our concerns."

After many days recovering from wounds,Prince Derg regain his strenght and rides along the columns of Serbian troops...

Soldiers shouthed ˝We dont fear of death,we dont fear of hell!!! ˝ Red Dragon and The Devil!˝

some of Templars knight asked old priest,which is participate on long voyage of Serbs to Africa,and healed Prince Derg before,what means that?Is that blasphemy!

˝No my friends,common soldiers are just cheer up,both Princes are healty and ready,among all great Serbian knights! They shouted that dont fear death,because there is no more frighetened beast than dragon and red dragon is sigil of Gruffud,so what can be more lethal than dragon and they shouted they dont fear hell,because Prince Derg is healt and rides with them,and he is always fierce and mean like a devil!And his colour is dark blue,colour of demons mist and sign is howling wolf,and in these parts wolfs are acompanied with Vampires.Did you know that word Vampire is Serbian origin Brothers of the Temple? So why feel fear of hell when Devil rides on your side? - old priest smiled

˝Come hell or high water! We dont fear!˝ -Derg shouted alongside the columnns

Hear me brothers- Derg shouted,there is a bunch of crows in front of us,saxonian savages,Denis the hanis of burgundy from their lands of nobility,blah,i say - stupidity!Doublecrossing italians and boy malestars from papal states,and bunch of desert rats and mercanaries form Zenata,and what Ban Moroplovac,say,his moto is Storm is coming! ha! Brothers what is moto of my house? What? What we can say to ban moroplovac?


In Storm We Stand!In Storm we Stand! - Soldiers yelled .

Derg murmored to his squire - that is the spirit,and that is a sign that on the end we will prevail!

...The battle promised to be fierce. Shield line of Serbian Infantry stretched for over a mile, across the whole valley, from one end to another, with mountains at its flanks. Left wing was Vukodav's - his veterans from Kosovo knew their job well. On the right, hidden in the forest, young War Minister Derg commanded the shock troops that were to engage the enemy once the clash developed into a full time battle. His orders were clear - when the opportune moment comes, "hit the enemy from behind, and hit them hard."

But, it was in the center of the valley, upon a small creek, that the heaviest fighting was about to take place. As countless enemies swarmed over the green grasses of the vale, sound similar to thunder echoed upon the rocky sides of the mountains. Many of Serbia's troops were young men, and green fighters - even though Car himself ordered that the inexperienced fighters be mostly left in the reserves. But as the enemy came sooner then anticipated, the organization had to be hasty, and discipline suffered because of it.

Behind the bulk of the army in the center, on a small hill, a commanding tent was constructed, and inside it Car Ljudislav issued orders over flying messengers that appeared in front of him one after another. By his side, Prince Gruffud stood, and most of the Serbia's nobility. They were all proven swords, great knights and fearsome fighters; many of them already had grays in their hair. It was them that the Car saved as the last resort, if the battle goes wrong.

For indeed - the enemy was so numerous, that it seemed like there was more of them, then the grass of that little glen they were about to clash. The enemy counted countless men, that swarmed over Europe for a chance to pillage, plunder, murder and rape. The French, the Saxons, the Italians, Burgundians, Croasans.... Even soldiers from Papal states.

Yes, their leaders all mustered to fight against Serbia because of its war with Burgundy - but Serbia's forces, no matter what the enemy propaganda told to the people, acted with honor, and as humane as possible. In both victory, and defeat. Its firm leaders conducted strong discipline, which was upheld by severe sanctions against those that did not follow rules. Serbia might have started the war... might have been shown as aggressors by its enemies... but at least it did its role with style.

On the other hand, the Coalition that gathered against it was consisted of murderers, thieves and brigands mostly, with just few exceptions of men of honor and dignity that stood out in the masses...

...As the enemy advance came closer (they charged without any formation, as they wanted to smother the defensive line with nothing but share numbers), archers were given orders to release arrows. Soon enough, buzzing cloud of projectiles covered the skies, before it reached its destination, creating havoc among the advancing troops.

Right there where the heaviest assault was expected to take place, in the first lines, stood Duke Stefan Dusan Nemanjic, of the noble house of Nemanjics, and his dear friend and brother in arms Knez Lazar. Veterans of countless battles and skirmishes, these two decided that waiting for the last moment to charge into battle was not for them. They dismounted their horses, ordered the servants to take them away, and unsheathed their two great swords, scary beasts, thirsty for blood. In that moment, archepiscope Danilo came to bless them, and the rest of the men around, for the upcoming battle.

As they all kneeled, Dusan brought Rundig's blade to his lips, bowing his head to the cross that its hilt formed. When the archepiscope ended his prayer and went on down the line, Dusan rose on his feet and smiled to Lazar.
- A fine day to die, my old friend.

Lazar's fingers passed over the edge of his blade, as he was checking if it was sharp enough.
- It is, it is - he said simply - many will die today.
- Well, if it is written in the Heavens, it is written. - said Dusan, and then his eyes gazed over the mob that was running towards them, with faces that depicted beautifully how scared they truly were.
- Look at them. Does this look like an army to you?
Lazar smiled and juicily spat towards them.
- Sheep, my old friend. Sheep.

They both laughed so loud, that they out-sounded even the stormy advance of thousands that were coming towards them, all their screams and crying, a result of Serbian marksmen. This sudden, absurd laughter made the hearts of those around them to sing, gave them strength that was hard to describe. Their weariness was carried away by this laughter, and they eagerly anticipated the enemy. No speech was necessary. They were ready.

In the distance of the left wing, they could see Vukodav's banner flying high as he and his men charged the enemy right flank. It was the only part of the Imperial army that was ordered to charge, as they were instructed to press hard, and divert the forces from the Coalition center where they amassed mostly. This dangerous task was given to Vukodav as he volunteered for it...

... It was a matter of moments now. Two, three seconds passed... And then the enemy smashed on the Imperial shield line. It was a crash that all who participated in the battle heard, and remembered forever. But, there was no time to admire its marvel. As thousands of men poured over the ditch and through the sharp forest of pales, the battle had finally begun. Coalition forces were trying to press the shield line with the number of bodies, and for a moment it looked like they would succeed. But then captains shouted strict orders, and men fully did what they were told. They dag up their feet into the muddy soil, and held their ground, no matter what was thrown against them. The bloody work started. As the shield line held, and the enemy threw itself on the spears, archers were firing on both sides. Most of the casualties were inflicted by them during that stage of the battle.
New strategy of the Empire was showing its good sides. Most of the enemy that was stuck on the spears and pales, blocking the Imperial spearmen to act got cut down by swordsmen who closely followed the situation, and cut down any hostiles that tried to use this advantage. The center held. It was still pressed hard by an enormous amount of enemies, but it held....

... Dusan raised Rundig above his head, moments before he smashed it down upon some unknown Burgundian who jumped over the line with nothing but a dagger which he used to stab armored infantrymen through weak points of their armor. The stroke almost split the man in two. Duke of Dalmatia did not stop for a second; he threw himself forward, made a long horizontal slash from right to left which literally beheaded three Italians that appeared on the top of the ditch. Blood sprayed from their wounds, and soaked the black tabbard of the Serbian knight. Two Burgundians, which were very distinctive in the mass for the color of their clothes tried to attack him, followed by many others from below, but one got an arrow right through his right eye (his scream was dreadful indeed), and the other was brought down by Rundig ending up in his shoulder.

More enemies closed Dusan's position. It seemed that there was no end of the body river that poured over the ditch, towards the shield line. Four Croatians, (they could've easily been identified for their red and white crests) jumped over the dead that were slowly piling up, and ran towards Dusan, as they have recognized the Duke of Dalmatia (Oh, they all knew him very well). But Rundig was magnificent that day. With unearthly strength, Nemanjic cut down two of them like they were made of butter. The third, though, tried to get behind his back and stab him, but suddenly a red shadow emerged from the clash; there was a silvery blast and the Croatian solder fell like he was hit by thunder. Lazar was there for a moment, smiling through the smoke like a mad man; he brought his hand to his helmet, then waved towards his old friend. Dusan nodded briefly as the Duke of Bosnia disappeared among the mass to the left.

Now Nemanjic grabbed Rundig tighter and charged towards the remaining Croatian like a black wind. A wandering arrow came out of nowhere and pierced Dusan's left shoulder, but he felt it like it was a sting of a bee. When the poor Croatian saw the black giant advancing towards him, he lost all his courage and started fleeing through the pales towards his friends. But, as he ran, part of his tunic caught wooden pale, stucking its owner for a few moments. This was enough. Rundig fell upon his helmet like maul; as soldiers head was bursting into shreds, Duke of Dalmatia roared:
"Give my regards to your masters, whelp!"
Another arrow flew from the north, hitting Dusan's helmet, but sliding over its polished side into nothingness. This, it seemed, even more angered the tall Serbian. He took a position between two pales, and started hacking like a man possessed. Not a single enemy soldier past by him....

... As the battle raged on, it was obvious that the enormous masses of enemies would eventually breach the defenses. After one hour of merciless fighting, Stefan Dusan Nemanjic and Knez Lazar again found themselves side by side, behind the shield line.
They were soaked in blood, their armors were battered, their tabbards flew on the wind in strings. After the pages brought them refreshment (fine Burgundian wine), they looked at each other.
- You have an arrow in your shoulder - said Lazar.
- And you don't have one ear anymore. - answered Dusan.
For indeed - Lazar lost half of his left ear in the burning frenzy of the battle, along with his helmet. Half of his head was covered in blood, right down to his shoulder, and he didn't even notice it.
They looked at each other again, and suddenly burst into a crazy laughter, for reasons only known to them.
The battle ensued...

... An hour before dark, it was obvious that they will not be able to hold their positions, and that the masses of enemies that still poured over the ditch could not be held off for a long time now. The reserves were thrown into the fray hours ago, but the Coalition forces were so numerous that it was a lost cause. When defeat was almost certain, Car had to organize a retreat, making sure that the Imperial forces pull back in order, and consistent, not throwing any lives due to panic or disorder. As the Car's Council was cautious, it predicted the actions for both victory, and defeat. Thus, when the time came, a signal was given to the troops to pull away from the ditch. Then, the gallons of oil that were poured in it before the battle were set on fire, burning the dead, the wounded, and the advancing enemies.

To secure the retreat, the Serbian Heavy Cavalry, "Oklopnici" consisted of its most valiant noblemen, led by the Car himself, mounted their war horses, and prepared to charge the enemy that somehow crossed over the burning hell. Among them, there were Stefan Dusan Nemanjic, Knez Lazar, Knez Vukodav, Prince Gruffud, Prince Derg, Knez Perun, Knezevi Mister Vitez i Popke, Duchess Sanja, and many, many others; the pride and glory of the Serbian Empire.



When Car gave the order, viziers were lowered, lances were held tighter and the Knights of Serbia charged towards the enemy. The devastation they inflicted to the enemy will forever be remembered in the tales and songs of the Serbian people.

Prince Derg sitting in dungeon ...pile of letters around his feet lying around...corespondence ,diplomacy between nations...some given by enemies,some smuggled inside from enemy guards,they know they will got silvers for that on the en d...some are smuggled by people loyal to serbian empire...

His back are at wall ,one little mouse he plays with his left fist ,through one small window ray of light falls on lower part of his face...strangely for situations he is in ,smile is on his lips ...but if you look up you will see eyes...just eyes in the shadow,two burning pits of blue-green fire...anyone who ever see that look on his face ,that gaze of his eyes...at that moment realise why members of his light recon and pursuing units called him The Devil...

˝ peace...bastards cant afford to hold us in dungeon so long...so many of my brothers...they know what we are,they are afraid even when they are winning...peace...hahahaha...peace...i hope that little snail eaters remember what I said to them...Serbian empire never forgets,and will remember...hahahaha...peace... oh I will give them peace...they will scream for peace to be granted...peace for every man,woman,child,older,every dog...I will give them peace...what they think that war is 7 days fun,something like fox huntings...and go back to their wimp castles,parfumes,little whores and little boys...little duels with pine spears...they think we are affraid for are castles,fiefdoms...that is a just a pile of stones and wood...peace...hahahaha...oh yeah,are Car said enough to them,may he live long and our holy orthodox empire,under a sign of Holy Trinity...peace...oh I will give them peace...˝ - runs like a slow plain fields river through Prince Dergs head...he started to laugh and little mouse in his hand stops moving and lift his head toward smile and eyes and shadow and suddenly wolfs in Bosnian mountins starting to howl...