Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

Ferdinand never thought that one day he would be unlucky because of Andres Rogge.

That clown, even though he was indeed loyal to Ferdinand, because of his birth status, he was always treated as a servant or even as a follower like a slave. Because of him, Ferdinand was in trouble.

The trouble came from a man from Navarre.

The man was one of Ferdinand's followers to Andrés Rogge, and there was no more news after going to Navarre with Andrés Rogge.

This follower obviously had a lot of hardship on the way back to Valladolid. One of his horse's legs was already lame, but he didn't care about it and kept on driving desperately.

So as soon as he entered the city, the horse that was actually about to be unable to support was slightly frightened by a carriage driven by an oncoming man, and fell to the ground because of panic, and never stood up again.

The attendant fell off the horse. He first lay on the ground and took two breaths, then suddenly jumped up, and then he broke his horse whip and yelled at the man in desperation.

This was originally not a big deal, but when the person retorted, the follower's face changed.

He heard the origin of the other person from the accent of that person.

"Navarre?"

The attendant stared at the opposite side with an ugly face and a heavy sulky wool trader with scattered white hair on the clothes carriage.

"Yes, I'm a Navarre, how can it be?"

The other party asked angrily, and at the same time watched distressedly at the workhorse being rubbed off a piece of flesh, and the pain could not help but the trembling front leg.

"Navarranians are all liars and rudiments!"

The attendant raised the whip in his hand without even thinking about it, and slammed it.

Ferdinand walked back and forth in the room with a gloomy expression. The people who had gathered outside the palace had been dispersed. There were a few lives in this period, and Ferdinand didn't care much.

What worries him is that now it is said that he has reached Alexandria, not far from Valaritod.

The team he had sent to intercept Alexander had returned. Not only did they report that the operation had failed, but to make matters worse, there are now many nobles openly sided with the Duke of Rome Thesia.

Ferdinand felt that he had never felt the crisis like now. He had ordered the palace guard to adjust the defense. With as little attention as possible, Aragorn and the Catalans he hired had taken over the defense of the entire palace. The Castile Guard was transferred away by him for various reasons.

At least he is safe in the palace right now. This thought made Ferdinand feel unspeakable resentment after a little relief.

His two grandsons had been sent to the room next to him. He had never cared about them before, but now they have become the most important bargaining chips in Ferdinand's hands.

He knew that once the dispute over the succession to the throne was formally caused, the siblings would be his trump cards. As long as they were still in his hands, Ferdinand was confident that things would not go to the worst.

After thinking about it, he even thought that perhaps Alexander's coming to Valaridod might not be a bad thing.

As long as the two sides did not fight head-on on the battlefield, he, who holds the orthodox heir to the Astamara family, is more confident than Juana, who had been deposed and denied the right to inheritance earlier, not to mention where he did not know where he came from. Coming illegitimate child.

Thinking about it this way, Ferdinand felt that the previous method of sending someone to try to intercept Alexander was a bit reckless. He should take the initiative to invite that person to Valaridode, so that he would have the initiative no matter whether Alexander dared to come or not.

Really impulsive, Ferdinand thought a little annoyed, but fortunately, the two sides have not really had a complete showdown so far.

As for the team sent to intercept before, Ferdinand felt that it was completely deny that it had done so.

Just as Ferdinand was wondering how to deal with the coming Duke of Rome Thesia, an entourage hurried in.

"Your Majesty, someone from Navarre asked to see you. He said that he was the entourage you sent to Andres Rogge."

Ferdinand twisted his eyebrows abruptly. He was not in the mood to listen to the report on Navarre at this time, thinking that things shouldn't get worse.

But after thinking about it, he waved his hand to let the person in. When he saw the blood stains on the face of the follower who seemed to have known him, Ferdinand nodded to let him speak despite his frowning eyebrows.

When the attendant spoke, Ferdinand was surprised.

"Your Majesty, Andres Rogge has been killed."

Ferdinand stayed for a while. Of course he knew that Andres Rogge’s mission in Navarre had failed, and he was indeed not in the mood to care about what happened to the clown at this time. Killed still can not help but a moment of shock.

"A Navarre?"

Ferdinand thought this seemed unlikely, after all, the Navarranans shouldn't be stupid enough to dare to be enemies openly.

But the attendant's answer again subverted his mind.

"Yes, your Majesty, it was the order of Navarre Queen Akalina herself, and those Navarreans also hung the body of Andres Rogge in a cage outside the city gate for public display."

Ferdinand was taken aback again, he didn't think that he would do so without any leeway.

"What on earth happened?"

"This is your Majesty, Andres Rogge tried to provoke the nobles of Navarre to overthrow Queen Akarina, but he failed. The Navarreans ransacked where we live, Andrés Rogge He was actually dead before being executed by the Queen," the attendant said, with a trace of fear flashing in his eyes. "He was beaten to death by the Navarra."

Ferdinand let out an angry hum. He himself didn't know whether the anger was against the Navarre or Andres Rogge, who not only failed and died, but also caused the relationship between the two countries to fall to the bottom.

He wanted to say something, but at this moment Ferdinand heard a thunderous roar from outside the palace.

The whistling is far and near, from big to big, if not deep inland, Ferdinand even thought he heard the frenzy of the tsunami.

Ferdinand immediately walked to the window and looked out. The calmness of the past has long been lost because of the constant blows during this period. When he saw the guards running on the wall of the palace in the distance, and following the outside His voice grew louder and louder, and later it turned into a roar, and Ferdinand's heart couldn't help sinking.

"What happened?"

He asked the officials in the entourage who had just entered in a hurry. Seeing their ugly faces and bewildered and bewildered, Ferdinand simply pushed away the people in front of him and walked through the corridor to the courtyard.

The palace of Valaridod inherits the architectural style of the military system established in the early years to defend against the Moors. Therefore, compared with those later palaces that only focus on beauty, splendor and luxury, the palace of Valaridod is just a decoration. The more luxurious castle.

Therefore, what Ferdinand can see in the courtyard is only a shorter inner wall in front, and the scene on the wall of the outer palace is not clear.

But soon several people rushed towards the palace, and the one who led the way came quickly to Ferdinand as soon as he saw Ferdinand.

But now he can no longer take care of the troubles far away in Navarre, and the increasingly fierce shouts outside made him feel uneasy.

"What happened? Are the Castilians going to rebel again?"

Ferdinand didn’t pay attention to the strange looks of the servants around him when he said this. Now the entire palace’s arms are in his hands, which makes him buried in his heart for a long time against the Castilians. Dissatisfaction was vented.

"Your Majesty, people gather outside the palace, and they want us to hand over the killer."

As the captain of the guard was speaking, his eyes kept sweeping beside Ferdinand, and finally fell on the follower.

"What murderer?" Ferdinand felt like he was going crazy. He didn't know why the Barridotus suddenly became so difficult to deal with. Since when did the siege of the palace seem to be their daily routine?

"It is rumored that one of your subordinates beat up a wool dealer from Navarre in the street. Now people everywhere are calling you to drive away all Navarre merchants in Valladolid," the captain said helplessly. The shouts are getting louder and louder, and it seems that the number of people is much larger than before. This makes the captain fight to offend the king and urge "Your Majesty, this matter must be resolved as soon as possible."

"Kick off the Navarra, what's going on?"

Ferdinand looked around in amazement, although he admitted that he hated Navarre now, but he also knew that if he really decided to drive out all the Navarreans, it would definitely cause an uproar.

Ferdinand would not be so stupid as to sever ties with Navarre simply because he had an affair with Queen Akarina. The result of that would only cause others to laugh.

What's more, that would only push Navarre to the French.

So besides him, who else said such naive words?

His gaze immediately fell on the face of his panicked follower. When he saw his expression of knowing what he did without asking, Ferdinand suddenly felt that the whole world was filled with him at this moment. Deep malice.

"Go tell those people what happened," Ferdinand suddenly said to the captain. "Tell them what the Navarranians did to my messenger. As for you," Ferdinand turned to look at the attendant. The consequences of the actions are judged and punished."

The follower wanted to distinguish for himself, but the guard next to him had dragged him away.

Ferdinand stared blankly at the wall in the distance. He knew that the so-called Nahuaca wool dealers were actually just excuses and excuses. Valaritod, or the Castilians, could no longer contain the anger against him. .

Even after only two days, the people who had just been suppressed became restless again because of anger.

"Tell the guards to be careful, and to inform the nobles to send someone to drive away all the people who are besieging the palace." Ferdinand worriedly ordered, and he had a vague premonition that this riot may not be as good as before. That was resolved smoothly.

Ferdinand’s conjecture was quickly confirmed, and the angry crowd increased. At first, people were angry just because of the injustice suffered by the Navarre, and then the target of this anger became more and more widespread.

When the captain stood on the wall and announced the king's decision to the people below, there were still people who cheered for a few long live without appearing. On the contrary, people began to ask loudly whether it was the king's order to expel the Navarranans. As for that The follower is considered to be just my insignificant scapegoat.

Whether it was Ferdinand or his captain, they all sadly discovered a terrible fact that the people no longer believed them.

The people who used to be satisfied by simply giving a reply whether they are satisfied or not, now become suspicious and sensitive. They have an attitude of not hesitating to speculate with the utmost maliciousness towards all the news from the palace, which makes Fei Di Nan was completely helpless.

The reply from the nobles also hit him hard.

In the beginning, many aristocrats used various botched excuses to prevaricate and refused to send people to help the palace expel the people. The real change was the reply given by an old aristocrat after receiving an order from the palace in the afternoon.

"I will not obey orders to drive out the Castilians. This will insult my honor."

This was a completely undisguised answer. When he heard this answer, Ferdinand was silent for a while and then turned and walked into the room.

Looking at his back, those followers who had always believed that he was almost omnipotent for the first time clearly realized that the king seemed to be losing control of Valaritod.

Passing through the secret door between the rooms, Ferdinand came to the bedroom.

His mistress is waiting for him.

The large and small things that happened during this time made the entire palace become turbulent.

First Isabella, then Juana, the court of Castile ushered in two consecutive changes in a short period of time.

Although the news of the death of Juana and his wife has been confirmed, for various reasons, the palace of Valarito has not officially issued an obituary of the death of the queen.

However, the various gatherings, dinners and dances in the palace have been stopped for a long time, so Ferdinand’s mistress usually can only spend time in her room to relieve her boredom, but cannot go out.

This made her complain to Ferdinand several times, and she became more honest after being severely rejected.

But today the attitude of women seems very firm.

"I've decided to have someone send Little Juan away." The woman looked at Ferdinand and saw that the look on his face became more gloomy. The woman mustered the courage to say, "I want to think about my son, I'm afraid , But you can't bring it close to the palace."

Ferdinand’s ugly face improved slightly. He knew that the woman was right. Now Bariary Dodd was gradually out of his control, and his illegitimate son would never be allowed into the palace at this time. Once he found out , Maybe it will be used by those who are interested.

There are not many illegitimate children of Ferdinand. In this matter, Isabella insists that as long as he does not want those illegitimate children to inherit the throne of Aragon, he can let him go.

Now this child in Valaritod is the youngest of all his illegitimate children. Ferdinand likes him very much, but that's all.

It is impossible for him to let an illegitimate child affect his power, so although the woman made such a request at this time annoyed him, but thinking about the changes that might happen next, he readily agreed.

The nobles have publicly refused to expel the people according to his orders, which made Ferdinand realize that the rift between him and the Castilians has finally been unable to cover up.

The crowd outside besieging the palace soon heard about the attitude of the nobles, which undoubtedly gave them tremendous support.

More and more people gathered toward the palace. At this time, the encounter with the Navarre wool dealers was no longer justified, and people began to cry out long suppressed wishes.

"Return to politics!"

When they do not know who chanted this slogan first, many people still don't know how to respond.

But someone reacted quickly.

So people started shouting loudly, and as more and more people joined in, a wave of shouts gradually formed that impacted the walls of the palace of Valaritod.

"Return to politics!"

"Return to politics!"

The shouts were like huge waves crashing on the palace. The iron gate inside the palace gate that was originally closed fell slowly amidst the heavy and muffled noise. This is the first time since Isabella entered the palace of Vallaridor. Once dropped the iron gate symbolizing a great crisis.

The fall of the gate aroused greater indignation among the people. People started shouting and throwing stones at the palace. Vegetable leaves and various sundries that did not pose a threat but represented their immense anger.

The guards on the city wall glared at the crowd below, listening to the curses of the Valaritods, and many Aragonese were about to lose control of their anger.

Suddenly, a black spot flashed from the crowd below, and then a guard on the wall screamed and fell to the ground.

When he removed his hand from the blood-stained face, his companion was surprised to see a **** blood hole on his face.

The blood ran down from the pierced cheeks, and there were several broken teeth and a stone bullet stained with flesh and blood.

The Aragonese soldiers were instantly enraged by the misery and painful cry of their companions. They raised their crossbows and muskets towards the people below. In the moment of the brief confrontation, the two sides seemed to be able to see every one of them noticed at that moment. On the face of his "enemy", you can also feel the intense tension and pressure of the opponent at that moment.

"Castilla!"

Suddenly a vigorous shout sounded from the crowd, and a knight in armor rudely slammed away from the crowd and walked forward.

The knight was a burly figure, and his whole body was tightly wrapped in armor. He held a shield with heraldic engraved in one hand, and kept tapping the hilt around his waist with the other.

"Is a knight!"

"Look at the coat of arms, this is a noble!"

People shouted with excitement. Although the nobles rejected Ferdinand's expulsion of the people, no one stood up and expressed their support. This ambiguous attitude disappointed them.

Now a nobleman stood up publicly, although there was only one person, but the Varyaritod people instantly excited the crowd, and the shouts resounded over the palace.

The soldiers on the front of the city were even more nervous. They stared at the old knight who went to the forefront and opened his mask to reveal a wrinkled face. At this moment, they felt real nervousness.

There is a huge difference between nobles and civilians. In the face of many civilians, they may be mercilessly killed as long as they are ordered, but now there are nobles standing opposite them. Even ordinary soldiers realize that things are heading in a terrible direction. Variety.

Many people start to sweat because of tension, at this moment~

"puff!"

A crossbow arrow flew out suddenly, and with only one flash, it hit a man standing on a raised rock staring up at it.

The arrow was so powerful that it pulled the man who was not strong and fell backwards and slammed into the crowd!

The people were dumbfounded, and terrible silence shrouded everyone, even the Aragon Guards on the city could not help but look at the stunned soldier holding the trembling crossbow.

A roar sounded from outside, and before the soldiers looked down the city, a roar of roar had already attacked the palace from all directions!

Valeritodians, riot!

People roared, cursed, and smashed various things on the head of the palace.

When it was discovered that this did not cause any harm to the Aragonese above, people started to demolish nearby houses under loud reminders, and then a group of people dragged the demolished beams and slammed into the gate of the palace.

People scrambled to attack the palace gate, and some even began to pile up firewood and hay to try to light it.

The Aragonese guards stared at the crowd below, and their anxiety about shooting civilians turned into a strong killing intent after seeing someone burning the gate of the palace.

As the captain gave the order, the crossbow in the hands of the Aragonese guards was raised again, and a large number of arrows were sent down.

The screams immediately rang, and the "weapons" thrown down by people fled in all directions.

Alonso ran in a panic. He staggered and fell to the ground. If he hadn't been pulled up in time, he would have been stepped on by someone who fled behind.

A person ran not far in front of him in a panic, but was slammed aside by a flying cold arrow, twitching a few times and there was no movement.

Alonso wanted to stand up, and was immediately held down by the people next to him.

People watched in horror as the people shot by the Aragonese fell to the ground and screamed, but they did not dare to help them.

An angry shout came from the front, Alonso looked over, and he was surprised to find that the knight who stood in the front was still there.

Broken arrows were thrown scattered on the ground around him, and there were a few arrows stuck in his armor.

"Castilla! Castilla!"

The old knight kept yelling, his yelling irritated the people who were still running away, some desperately stopped and turned back and shouted:

"Castilla!"

Alonso trembled and his blood was boiling, and he felt that he would never forget this scene for the rest of his life.

He wanted to draw notes on this exciting moment, but he had nothing in his hand, so he grabbed a wooden stick from the ground and wanted to rush out to shout and roar with everyone!

But a hand stretched out from behind and grabbed his shoulder tightly.

He turned his head back a little annoyed, seeing Uliu's gleaming eyes.

"Don't worry, boy," Uliu whispered to Alonso, pointing to the distance. "Look."

Alonso looked in the direction Uliu pointed, and then was surprised to find that at some point, a group of soldiers appeared on the street in the distance.

"Who are they?" Alonso asked nervously.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Uliwu’s eyes, and he said in a sarcasm that he would never use at ordinary times: "Noble, haha."

Finally someone noticed the sudden appearance of the army, and people couldn't help panic.

They watched in horror at the troops that suddenly emerged from the streets, and saw them approaching and passing by.

Then groups of soldiers lined up in front of the palace, with sharp knives and guns pointed at the palace.

"Castilla!"

The shouts rang out from the army, and the people woke up from panic in a short time. They were overjoyed and let out unbelievable loud cheers.

At this moment, the nobles and commoners of Castile stood together.

The shout of "Return to politics!" resounded across the sky again.

This time the shout was louder and louder.

The shout came into the palace clearly, and reached the ears of Ferdinand who was sitting in the room.

He raised his head somewhat unexpectedly and looked out the window, then lowered his head and continued to sign his name on the document before he had time to sign.

When his pen was removed from the document, he seemed to hear a short gasp.

Ferdinand looked at the people gathered around the table.

Seeing them either confused, panicked, or even pale and bloodless, Ferdinand let out a silent grunt.

"This announcement will be announced after I leave." Ferdinand told the court chief closest to him, "This is my final order to Castilla, but I believe this will not end this way. Don’t forget that my grandsons are truly legal heirs to the throne of Castile. They are backed by Aragon, and their grandfather will never ignore everything here."

Ferdinand's words seemed to give these people a little comfort, but looking at the king who then stood up and began to be served by his servants in a dress change, those who had just been cheered up fell into despair again.

But Ferdinand can no longer take care of these men. He must leave before the palace falls again.

As for the palace of Vallitod, which was originally a military fortress, it should not be easily breached. Ferdinand has no plans to count on it because of concerns about how many rapes are hidden in the palace.

What he has to do now is to leave Valladolid with his grandson as soon as possible, and then leave Castile as quickly as possible and return to Aragon.

The short farewells took place in the side yard of the palace, and a boat was already waiting at the dock of the river flowing through the palace.

Juana's children were held by the nurse waiting there.

Although young and ignorant, the four-year-old princess and the infant prince were still frightened by the tense atmosphere around them.

And Ferdinand was obviously not in the mood to continue to delay. He asked the remaining servants to simply salute Charlie who was held in his arms, expressing his allegiance to the future king, and hurriedly boarded the ship.

When looking at the two children carried on the boat by the nurse, Ferdinand whispered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Fortunately you didn't take them away, Juana, this is since you were abandoned by God. The only sensible thing I did afterwards."

Under the protection of heavily armed guards, the riverboat was unmoored and offshored.

At this time, among the people standing on the shore watching the boat slowly leave, someone finally let out a low cry.

This departure, I don't know how long and how long will I be able to return.

Even many people don't know if they can still see that day.

The shouts outside the palace in the distance became louder and louder, and suddenly, the fierce shouts turned into high-pitched cheers!

The ministers couldn't help but looked back in the direction where the sound came from in surprise, and then they were surprised to find that the Aragonese flag on the top of the palace wall was being lowered.

Immediately afterwards, louder and closer shouts came from the direction of the palace gate, and the ministers realized what had happened and immediately rushed towards the palace.

They hurriedly ran up to the second floor and yelled for the servants to block the gate with furniture, sculptures and everything that could be moved. At this time, waves of sound had already spread outside the palace.

Under the cooperation of some servants in the palace, the palace of Valaritod opened its doors to the besieging army and people shortly after escaping from Ferdinand’s warehouse.

August 13, 1502, this day was a special day for the Kingdom of Castile.

On this day, Ferdinand took his grandson with his grandson to escape from Valladolid. The only team he took with him, consisting of dozens of Aragonese soldiers and a few nurses, fled in a hurry. The palace, and shortly after his departure, the palace fell.

When the representatives elected by the nobles and the commoners jointly declared the occupation of the palace, the remaining ministers took out the declaration left by Ferdinand when he was leaving.

In this proclamation, he declared that the Valaritod people were carrying out a riot and rebellion, and at the same time he reiterated the indisputable orthodox and legal inheritance rights of his grandson.

At the end of the announcement, he wrote: "Any attempt to question your overthrow of this legal existence will be unallowable by God. This will inevitably lead to God's punishment, and the person who carries out this punishment will be Aragon. The kingdom and the powerful army of the Holy Roman Empire."

This announcement cast a shadow over the hearts of people who had been extremely pleased by occupying the palace. The punishment from God is certainly disturbing, and Ferdinand’s unmistakable threat made people realize that perhaps a war is about to come. arrival.

And now, Castile has no monarch.

Once at war with Aragon, Castile will inevitably become a mess of sand without their leader and king, and Ferdinand will return again by then.

Even the dullest person can imagine what Castilla will usher in at that time.

No matter whether it is a nobleman or a commoner, no one wants to see that scene appear, because it means crazy revenge and blood flow.

"King, we need a king!"

Now that there is no king in the palace, looking at the few empty thrones, someone finally spoke out the thoughts everyone had hidden in their hearts.

"However, in the order of orthodox inheritance, Charlie should inherit."

Someone raised an objection worriedly.

The disputes that go against the tradition of succession to the throne will be extremely terrifying. Just thinking about the long war between Britain and France for a century is enough to be daunting.

"Do we have another choice?"

A nobleman asked, and there was silence in the palace.

"So that's the only way to say?"

Another nobleman tried to ask. Seeing the helplessness in the eyes of others, the nobleman licked his lips and asked in a hoarse voice, "Well, who..."

Before he finished speaking, he was blocked by the staring eyes, so he simply changed his words: "Who do I mean to meet the Duke of Rome Thesia?"

Hearing his words, everyone's eyes lit up at this moment.

On the evening of August 13, several envoys hurried out of the city.

At this time, Banyaristotle was in chaos.

People were at a loss because they didn't know what to do next, and various rumors spread all over the city. At this time, people suddenly realized that they needed a king so strongly.

And at this time, the decision made by the nobles after consultation came out from the palace.

"After deliberation, the Castilian nobles unanimously agreed to welcome Prince Joel Modilo Astamara into Vallitod, the regent kingdom."