The Final Encounter
"How could he possibly escape!" Vlad's anger was boiling over. "I I I I..." stammered Boyar Dimerascu. "No excuses, your time in my service is over....guards, GUARDS, take him away....".
Vlad greets his former Boyar whilst on his way to raise his army at Targoviste, "Don't worry Dimerascu, Todor will join you in Hell soon."
It was after a grueling night march that Vlad's army approached Michael Todor's abode, Todor was just having breakfast and a chat with his knights when the alarm was raised, at this break of day, the Wallachians were approaching.
It was time for Todor to put his rather hasty battle plan into action, his soldiers were largely peasants, with a couple of professional knights, several archers and a couple of crossbowmen.
He knew Vlad would press home a frontal attack, so he arranged his forces into three groups, hopefully this would cause terrible losses on Vlad's men. What he didn't take into account was the sheer professionalism of the Wallachians.
The Wallachians charged taking several casualties from Todor's bowmen, Vlad's bowmen, however, couldn't hit a thing. Soon the two sides clashed, the weight of the assault was too much for Todor's first line, and very soon the second line were fighting for their lives.
The second line soon broke, now it was Todor's turn to face the Wallachian onslaught, the fighting was short and brutal, very few of Todor's men escaped, those captured were put to the sword.
Time had run out for Michael Todor, after capture he was stripped and a stake was prepared, no more escapes, nowhere to go, his body was left as a warning.
