Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

Alexander VI has been hesitating for a long time.

There was an empty piece of letter paper on the table in front of him, and several crumpled paper **** were thrown on the ground.

The Pope's mood at this time is very complicated.

As Alexander VI, he should write this letter, but as Rodriguez Borgia, it is very difficult for him to bow his head to a woman who killed his son without caring.

There was a soft knock on the door, and Alexander VI quickly rubbed his face, and then said in a majestic tone: "Come in."

The door opened and Uliu appeared at the door. Behind him, two servants carefully followed in with a solid wooden box.

The Moors were very wise not to look at the paper **** on the ground, but walked to the table and stood not far away, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the people from Valladolid brought the Duchess and Estelle. Miss Si also has a portrait of Giovanni's little master."

The words of the Moors made Alexander VI, who was still serious, immediately revealed a look of expectation.

The servants opened the box quickly and a huge portrait appeared in front of the pope.

In the portrait, Lucrezia, who is sitting in a chair, holds her son in her arms and stares forward. Behind her, two angels hold the halo hanging over her head in the air.

Aside, Estelles looked up at her mother with longing eyes, and two little angels cared for her tightly.

And the most striking is the little Giovanni in Lucrezia's arms.

This child with the brown hair and black eyes characteristic of the obvious Borgia family is stretching out a chubby hand, as if to touch something invisible in the air.

Opposite him, a descending angel was sending a crown to his hand.

Looking at this painting, Alexander VI remained silent for a long time.

Finally, after a long time, the pope slowly looked back at Uliu.

"Tell me, what conditions does the Queen of Sicily have?"

Uliwu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Before coming to Madrid, Ruosa had told him whether he could persuade Alexander VI is the key to everything.

Now things seem to be going well.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, and Your Majesty all believe that it is important to ensure that there is a Pope in the Vatican who supports us at this time."

"This person is Giuliano della Rovere?"

Alexander VI asked with a gloomy face.

"Your Majesty, the prestige of the cardinal is very high, and many people think that if you vote, the cardinal can win the victory by an overwhelming advantage."

"Then unless I am dead, I can't see his farce," Alexander VI said fiercely, but then waved his hand helplessly. "Say something useful and tell me how you plan to settle me. Do you want to put me under house arrest or just give me a glass of poisoned alcohol?"

Uliu stood there respectfully, listening to the pope's complaints with a low eyebrow.

Although he knew that Alexander VI was bluffing, as long as he remembered that Lucrezia might have been wronged by his father, she would cry to the master. But the master obviously just took this set, and the Moors reminded themselves that they must serve the old pope comfortably, otherwise they will not have a good life in the future.

"There is a way to solve this problem," Uliu answered cautiously. "The master has already proposed to the Cardinal, that you still retain your title of Pope and promise to make Valencia your refuge."

Although he was prepared, Alexander VI couldn't help but shake his cheeks when he heard this.

He fixed his eyes on Uliu, and after a while he asked softly: "Tell me, do you think Giuliano della Rovere will agree to this proposal?"

Uliu thought about it carefully, and then answered carefully: "Your Majesty, the cardinal has always hoped that his son will become the Duke of Milan, and the duchess will soon become the queen." Speaking of this Uliu shrugged, "and the cardinal himself can also Becoming the Pope is a good deal."

Alexander VI stared at Uliu's face for a while, then slowly leaned back in the chair.

"It sounds good, but is there anything else?"

The Pope looked at the Moors suspiciously. He always felt that the old Rovere would agree to such a condition, which was unbelievable. Although he himself thought that this was the only way, he even hesitated to ask the Queen of Sicily for help. When he heard that the old Rovere really agreed, he felt it was incredible.

"Yes, your Majesty, but Her Majesty thinks that because the matter is of great importance, it is inconvenient to cover in the correspondence, so the master should explain it to you himself.

"Let your master remember his promise, Pisa, Florence, Bologna and even Rome. This is what he promised to Borgia's family. I gave up revenge for Caesar in exchange for it," the pope said slowly, and then he "So even for this, I will pray for his peace and victory."

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The wind blew from the river and rolled up a leaf and smoke.

Musketeer Uomoto rubbed his eyes, then opened his mouth and moved his chin.

As a veteran in the model army, this is the first time Uomoto has been on the battlefield, but he knows that he will soon make up enough years of service.

Uomoto has already planned that he will go to the Sicilian army when the service period is over, because the Sicilian mercenaries are paid high. If you are willing to become a formal so-called volunteer soldier, you can not only get the money, but also wear the Sicilian style. A military uniform that looks very beautiful.

The Sicilian army is different from any army Uomoto has seen. At least they have more firearms than any army he knows. Only Gonzalo-sama's elite and exemplary guns team can compare with them.

However, that army is the most powerful army in the hands of Lord Gonzalo. When in Italy, he used this army to defeat the French cavalry in a fierce attack. Later, he learned that the French who rushed in front were almost noble knights. .

Therefore, Lord Gonzalo regarded that unit as a treasure and would always use it when it was most important.

But the Sicilians are different. Even if they are not the most elite cuirassmen, they have surprisingly fierce firepower. This can be seen from the large and small supply carts carried by the Sicilians.

Uomoto had been to see the supply team, and even though the Sicilian was very strict, he still saw a lot of good things.

Among them, the amount of gunpowder used by the Sicilians to transport the musketeers made him envious.

Uomoto always collects as much gunpowder as possible. Although this is dangerous, Uomoto is always very careful, and he cleverly wraps the gunpowder in different sizes in advance and then uses it to soak it. The crumbs stick tightly, so that you can pour the gunpowder into the pot immediately every time you just tear off the wrapper.

Uomoto once told a few good friends about this method, but they didn't seem to be very enthusiastic, and they didn't understand why they thought about it.

Just do what the team officer orders. We can't be soldiers forever, so we always think it's better to collect more trophies so that we won't go home empty-handed.

Friends always told Uomotto like this, but what he wanted was to go to the Sicilians as soon as the service period expired. He had long envied the Sicilians’ fast rate of fire, long distance and great power. Musket.

Of course, there are also their beautiful military uniforms.

A sharp whistle came from the left side of the team, and Uomoto stepped forward out of the queue, and then he raised the musket that helped the triangle team flag over his head so that his small team could see.

After returning from Madrid, he became a team officer, which is probably a reward for his work when he was looking for Juana and his wife.

It was also on that occasion that he met the regent.

The wind was a bit fierce and the people were shaking. Uomoto squinted and walked in front of the team. He heard the whistle on the left side of the queue, which made him realize where the commander was in the past. , The main force is often in the habit of somewhere, the center of gravity of the entire front is probably to his left, that is, the entire front is close to the middle.

Uomoto squinted his eyes and looked towards the other side, and saw a fuzzy shadow.

That is the Aragonese army.

Alexander came out of the tent. He saw Gonzalo standing not far from the tent, and walked towards him.

Gonzalo bends down slightly. At this moment, he is slightly in a trance, as if he is back to the scene when he first met Isabella many years ago.

At that time, Gonzalo was young and frivolous. In addition to making trouble with a group of friends, he was dressed like a male peacock in heat, showing coquettish coquettishness in front of beautiful ladies and ladies, hoping to attract their attention.

For this reason, his father was worried about him. Now think about that his father did not deprive him of his inheritance rights. This cannot be ignored with his cousin, Raul de Padica, who shined in the movement to recover lost ground. The earl has a very important relationship with his appreciation and love.

The earl is a close minister of the queen, with a distinguished status and power

For a moment, it was Count de Padica who introduced Gonzalo to Isabella, who was doing nothing at the time. The purpose of the count was to help his cousin have a good future in the court of the queen. .

At the time, even Count de Padica would not have thought that Isabella saw a characteristic that no one else had seen from this playboy. Under his bohemian and restless appearance, he actually had an ambition to pursue honor.

Isabella found and trusted the young man, and Gonzalo did not let her down.

The current Alexandria is very similar to the original Isabella.

Gonzalo suddenly had such a strange idea in his mind.

"The weather today is not so good," Alexander looked up at the dim sky, and then smiled at Gonzalo. "But who cares, a cruel battle is about to break out here soon."

Gonzalo nodded and walked forward with Alexander.

The neigh of the horse and the sound of "pouch" from the boots stepping on the cold ground were mixed.

Except for the voice from time to time in the team to convey orders, no one spoke, even the veteran looked solemn.

What is about to begin is a fierce battle, which everyone knows, especially after learning that the king of Aragon Ferdinand has also reached the front line, the coalition soldiers can not help but become more nervous.

"This is a very important battle for all of us," Alexander said to Gonzalo next to him while slowly advancing on the horse. "The Castilians need to establish their trust in me, and Ferdinand wants Regain the trust he lost."

Gonzalo looked at Alexander, although he didn't say anything, he was very in favor of what he said in his heart.

The Castilian's mood is very complicated for a new monarch who is a foreigner although he has the blood of Astamara.

On the one hand, he was relieved that the throne did not finally fall into the hands of the Aragonese, but was inherited by the Castilian royal family. On the other hand, he was worried that the new king, because he was born in a foreign country, felt that he would become a qualified monarch. doubt.

Especially the Castilian army, for his performance on the battlefield, they even trusted the Queen of Sicily more than the regent.

"So I hand over the army to you, General," Alexander pinched his horse slightly and let the mount leap up to the top of a high slope.

A stronger wind blew, and the hood on Alexander's head was lifted backwards, shaking violently behind his back.

Alexander first held his breath, then opened his mouth and took in the cold breath.

At the bottom of the **** is a very wide plain extending from the feet of Alexander to the banks of the Ebro River.

Along the curved banks of the Ebro River, the plain stretches to the east. Although there are one or two slightly raised gentle slopes in the distance, the entire plain is still gentle and does not appear to be undulating.

The land here looks dark and greasy. In the early years, the Ebro River, which has a huge upper river drop, suddenly formed several large rounds here. The continuous impact here eventually formed this small but very fertile plain.

The army down the **** was slowly advancing towards the river bank, and the front line had already turned and formed a formation not far from the river bank.

On the other side of the plain, the Aragonese are also slowly lined up.

Although it was far away, he could still hear the faint sound of war drums coming from time to time.

"Ten thousand people," Gonzalo gently stroked the bushy mane, watching the Aragonese army muttering to himself in the distance, and then he looked at Alexander. "Your Royal Highness, I am very familiar with the Aragonese army, believe me they It must not be underestimated."

Alexander nodded, knowing that Gonzalo was not exaggerating.

In the next more than a century, the Spanish army once dominated the European continent with the momentum of sweeping Europe. It is only because of Spain's greater achievements on the sea that people tend to ignore the glory they achieved on land.

Aragon is one of the cradles that gave birth to this Spanish army.

"So I give my army to your general, and I believe you will not let me down." Alexander said with a smile.

Although he has already passed the age that is easily moved, Gonzalo's calm heart is still a little turbulent because of Alexander's conversation.

He knew that Alexander chose him as the commander of the coalition forces, naturally because of the Castilians' doubts about his commanding ability, and Gonzalo, as a battle-tested general, would naturally be respected by the army.

At the same time, in order to prevent the Sicilian army from possibly resisting Gonzalo, Alexander hurried back from Valladolid.

But this still moved Gonzalo's heart.

Unlike others, he is very aware of Alexander's commanding ability, and even from Ruosha's command, he sees more of Alexander's shadow.

"His Royal Highness, if this war is won, this honor should be given to you." Gonzalo stroked his chest with his hand and bowed in a Moorish style.

"I have enough honor," Alexander smiled, and he turned his head to look at the Aragonese army across the plain. "The general believe me, defeat and kill the Aragonese. This may be a victory that adds glory to you, but to me It's not appropriate."

Gonzalo was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at Alexander with some enlightenment.

Obviously, the young monarch, like the Isabella and his wife, has the same ambition to unify the two kingdoms.

It's just that Isabella can fulfill this long-cherished wish by marrying Aragon, what should this person do to realize this ambition?

After all, there are indications that the Queen of Sicily is equally ambitious towards Aragon.

Or does he pin his hopes on the marriage of the next generation?

Thinking of the Queen of Sicily becoming pregnant suddenly, Gonzalo felt that only this explanation made sense.

But these are all future things after all. Perhaps Alexander, as the monarch, needs to consider the future relationship with Aragon at this time, but for Gonzalo, the immediate war is the most important.

One by one, the soldiers ran back and forth between the formations. Amidst the faintly visible shadows, the gradually opened formation slowly advanced forward.

Schell rushed forward on horseback. He pulled on the reins not far away and looked back at the formation ahead.

"Master, the decree of Her Majesty the Queen has been delivered to the Sicilian army according to your order." Schell reported.

Alexander nodded silently. He knew that the Sicilian's feelings for him were somewhat complicated, which had to do with the delicate relationship between him and Ruosha, and to some extent with his own past experience.

At least so far in name, UU reading www.uukanshu.com he still has the title of lighthouse guardian, which makes him the king of Castile and also the status of a Sicilian courtier.

And this has to remind many people of the intricate relationship between Britain and France.

Perhaps in the eyes of some people, this is a hidden danger that may lead to disputes over the Sicilian throne in the future, unless there is a result that can be acceptable to everyone.

The war is short-lived, and everything is just the beginning.

There was such a sigh in Alexander's heart.

The sound of fierce battle drums suddenly faintly sounded, and Alexander looked into the distance. As he slowly approached, the Aragonese army launched the attack first.

From the position of Gonzalo's command, there were bursts of horseshoes, and the trumpeters who received the order began to rush the horse to run while blowing the horn.

The battle has begun!

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