As soon as it got dark, fire shone around the tents. If anyone from the fort had managed to count the tents before dark, it must have seemed that there were even more fires.

          It was certainly not easy for the Turks that night, and it must have seemed to them that countless fiery and angry eyes were looking at them.

           The night it was passed in peace with the occasional howls of Morlachs and the sounds of hammers, hewing, and sawing. The wooden towers that still needed to be completed had to be completed before morning.

           And as soon as the first light appeared from the sky, that morning seemed to announce how it would be one of those days when the historical wheel relentlessly grinds everything in front of it. Whoever can, it would be good to take shelter in front of that wheel, and whoever can't remain to accept where he found himself, and may God help him.

          A breeze flowed gently over the meadows as the Venetians and Morlachs took up initial positions around the fort. The last preparations were nearing completion. The wooden towers are set on wheels, and two oxen behind each, harnessed so that they can push the towers in front of them. Many of the hands of those chosen to push them to the fort's walls were now looking for suitable places to push later.

           Even from a distance, it could be seen that the Morlachs were all as shaggy as devils. It wasn't easy to look at them so gloomy, let alone fight them.

          Suddenly, everything goes quiet. It was clear that all preparations were complete. The Morlachs lined up in ranks, and priests came out before them to say a prayer. It was the request of Harambasha Janko Mitrovic, which Providor accepted quite indifferently.

           When the prayer was over, Foscolo and his entourage and Serdar Petar once again toured all the front lines of the army to make sure that everything was ready and that everyone knew their place and direction of attack, so when that was over; they also took their positions.

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          The sound of the horn sounded a sign of attack, and the morning was suddenly filled with a thunder of howls from five thousand throats inflamed for battle, slaughter, and revenge. On that day, thousands of incomprehensible characters and phenomena were found in one place, most of whom were peasants and shepherds until yesterday. As of today, here are the soldiers.

          Janko shouted with all his might:

           "Brothers, let's tear down this dishonorable nest!"

           Towers moved forward in which and around which archers were placed who fired at every movement in front of them on the ramparts. Morlach infantry attacked from all sides with gritted teeth. They dragged long ladders with them, and behind them rumbled Venetian cast cannons beating the interior and walls of Zemunik. Hell, of iron spikes was constantly falling from the sky on the heads of the opposing sides.

          At first, the Turks tried to set fire and thus annul the danger of the wooden towers, but the Morlachs prepared in advance for this, so they covered the fronts with freshly skinned goat skins, which they had previously soaked in wine vinegar. This action was enough to prevent the spread of fire from the walls in a mixture of oil and sulfur.

          Vukadin and Janko were especially interested in the battle, so they attacked the walls with their companies with superhuman courage without sparing their lives. Just before noon, they managed to climb the walls at one point, and there was confusion and screaming. Blood spurted in all directions. In an instant, the two killed several Turks and their commander, whom they did not yet known as Durak-beg, the son of the Sandzak-beg they hated.

          Watching the two tall and strong brothers of wild courage as two pillars of fire with swords in their hands was magnificent. They cut off enemy heads almost unnaturally like cabbage on a Zegar field.

           When the Venetian soldiers saw this courage and determination, they, too, were encouraged and continued to attack much more boldly than was usual for them.

          It was hard to imagine that these people who slaughter and kill people here today stroked their little ones on their little heads yesterday and kissed them on their small, smooth, red cheeks. Just yesterday, everything looked like this:

           "Just to pick up the corn, and here I am at home."

           And today, here are beheaded and sweaty bodies being stabbed.