Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

According to Benedict's canon, coarse linen robes represent impoverishment, long hoods represent isolation from secular prosperity and depravity, and a sackcloth belt proves that this person will always follow these strict rules forever.

After walking into the monastery of Saint Seballon on the first day of this era, Alexander was asked to put on such a dress, and in exchange for daily food, he was asked to work for the monastery.

If you remember correctly, according to the monastery at the time, he would spend this monk suit for many years to come until he died in an icy room like other people one day and was buried in the cemetery behind the monastery in.

It was for this reason that Alexander had tried his best to leave San Sebalon. He knew that he could not endure staying in this monastery until he died and rotted away, but he did not think of the reason for leaving San Sebaron. There will be so many changes.

Looking at the portrait in his hand, Alexander had such an illusion that he seemed to feel like another world. At this moment, he seemed to feel the daze when he first came to this era, but then he sensed a crisis.

The person who was going to kill him had a portrait that recognized his appearance. Although it was somewhat flattering, there was nothing special about it, but he was wearing a monastic robe in the portrait, which made Alexander feel that things were not easy. .

Obviously, it would be drawn that he was wearing such a dress, and the person who painted this portrait would only get news from the Monastery of Saint Seballon.

Alexander was not worried that someone would find him not what Alexander Juliant Gumbre was, because the East Roman teenager who owned the name is now himself, and he was worried that someone would find him not the "Joe Modillo" ".

Who was paying attention to his identity, looking at the portrait of Alexander, who kept remembering, he forced himself to immediately remember what had been missed or forgotten, how could this person have a portrait of himself in the monastery, and Who sent this man, who knew what they did, did they know that they were just a fake Qiao Modillo!

Alexander's face changed slightly under the light of fire, and then he noticed that there seemed to be a small, unremarkable signature underneath the portrait. The signature had become blurred due to friction, and he had no time to pay attention to it at this time.

"Search these people again," Alexander ordered, looking at the casual Bohemians, and he told the Agri soldiers next to him, "Search carefully, don't miss anything."

The Aggris were obviously more responsible than those Bohemians who only cared about loot. They even chopped a few dead bodies, but found no clues.

Just when Alexander was a little disappointed, a dagger inserted in the bohemian belt passing by him caught his attention.

"Where did this come from?" Alexander asked the Bohemian, and seeing his hesitant look, Alexander said directly, "Give it to me as a loot you should give me."

Hearing this, the Bohemians immediately pulled out their short swords and handed them over: "Sir, this is something I just picked up. I don't know who dropped it."

Alexander took the dagger and went to the torch. Looking at the grotesque dagger, Alexander took a breath.

Unlike most daggers, which are smooth and sharp, this is a short blade with a narrow long triangular handle. The two rows of serpentine-shaped curved grooves near the shield-type handguard look terrible. It can be imagined that once such a weapon is used What kind of injury will be caused by cutting out the wound.

But what Alexander really cared about was not the weapon itself, but that he remembered that he had seen those who attacked them in the night of the attack on the village called Kleče after he had just left the Monastery of Saint Sebalon. Some of them used this weapon.

And what he ca n’t forget is the unusually ugly look on Kunto ’s face when he saw these short swords.

Obviously Kunto seemed to know the origin of these weapons, and because of this, then Kunto became very cautious, and he even seemed to change the original route, but even then he was still under secret calculations.

And now, when this experience has faded and is almost forgotten, this weapon that once brought nightmares reappears.

Alexander raised the dagger to a brighter place and looked closely. He wanted to find some clues from it. Although he did n’t know the origin of these people, whether it was the portrait in the monastery or the dagger, he let him It is certain that these people who attacked him had some connection with those who attacked Kunto.

And this is very important for Alexander.

The true and false identity of Qiao Modi Luo is the greatest hidden danger for him. Now with the appearance of this dagger, he realized that this dangerous hidden danger has once again become his huge threat.

At the beginning, who wanted to kill him who had just walked out of the monastery from the beginning, and if the person who wanted to kill him had once again been to the Abbey of San Sebaron, did they discover that there was someone else in Qiao Modillo?

Suddenly, Alexander felt that there was a mist in his already clear future. He even wondered whether he should take advantage of the fact that things were not so unmanageable, and immediately returned to Rome to take Sophia and escape!

But then he told himself that he must calm down.

Don't be nervous, calm down and think about what happened.

Alexander forced himself to calm down. He put away the portrait and sword carefully, and then ordered the soldiers to search the woods carefully.

Although the enemy could not continue to pursue because of the retreat into the woods, it was even unwise to expose his camp completely to the enemies who might be hiding in the dark of the woods, so under the command of Alexander, Agrig began to form a team, be careful Cautiously deep into the woods, they soon stopped in the dark edge of the jungle, watching the jungle in the dark shadows ahead.

Alexander returned to the camp. At this time, the soldiers who were packing up the battlefield had begun to return. Many people had smiles on their faces. Even the injured people could not restrain the joy. For the Agri, even a small one The spoils of victory in the battle made them excited until they saw those companions who were seriously injured or dead.

The sudden outbreak of fighting in the middle of the night caused Alexander to pay 7 lives and more than 20 wounded soldiers, and the loss of the enemy was not large, except that the Bohemians were caught by surprise and killed by accident. Most of the men who fell next to the cloaked man fled into the woods after they were attacked from behind.

In fact, Alexander did not think of destroying these enemies. Both the number and the disadvantage of the night made him quite satisfied with the result.

"Just defeat the enemy after defeating it." This was decided by Alexander before the battle, but he did not expect to be quietly sent as a precaution, allowing them to pass by the frozen river and the Posi stationed quietly on both sides of the camp. The Mia people will play an unexpected role.

What made Alexander truly happy was that they had gone the wrong way.

Looking at the eagle cannon, and then thinking about the terrain on the route of Lake Bracciano, Alexander was vaguely sweating. Although he had not seen the scene there, he just thought that there would be a door in that place. The enemy of the artillery ambushed, and he guessed it would never have a good result.

"Carlo is back and let him come to see me immediately." Alexander commanded, watching the soldiers start to move the campsite into the woods. He took a deep breath of the cold air mixed with the smell of blood and smoke, and then stepped on The snow went to the woods.

After being attacked, the camp was no longer suitable for resettlement by the lake, which would make them targets for enemies hiding in the dark of the woods, only because it was unclear whether the enemies would attack again, so they could only borrow the edge of the wood as much as possible. Prevention.

"Flexible Safari Cavalry should be able to solve this dilemma, and even track the enemy's movements, but it seems unlikely now."

Looking at a musketeer who walked deep into the woods with several spearmen, Alexander thought secretly.

The camp on the river bank was not completely demolished, and the few tents left were used to accommodate the wounded soldiers. No matter how serious the injuries were, they could no longer follow the march, and in addition to ordering the slightly wounded to stay to take care of the seriously injured, he A messenger was sent to Rome as soon as possible to inform Caesar of the attack on the road.

Now he didn't worry much about whether the attacker was Caesar or Giovanni, although the origin of the enemy might make him more worried, but at least at this time he can safely ask for help from Rome.

And he left these seriously injured people with more important things to do.

That artillery.

When Charles VIII first invaded Italy, he carried more than one hundred artillery pieces to help him. Although many of these artillery pieces had not had time to exert their power, they were not captured by the coalition forces and were lost on the road of retreat, but they still had enough Deter the great power of the enemy.

Even now in the suburbs of Piedmont, it is said that the French army still relied on the deterrent power of the few remaining artillery pieces to make the coalition forces scrupulous and dared not easily attack.

If faced with a musket, the knights in armor still have the courage to be longer, but the face of the powerful artillery is enough to make many brave soldiers become timid against it.

Therefore, of course, Alexander would not give up the artillery easily, and it was obviously impractical to move on with it, so he decided to leave the artillery and wait for him to come back to Rome with the wounded.

Alexander had already figured it out, maybe this artillery can help him a lot.

It was getting brighter, and although there was no rest for the night, the team was still very excited. Many Agri people did not sleep like a veteran mercenary and sleep for a while, but held their arms all night and waited for it to happen. Battle again, until the sky is completely bright, the enemy does not appear again.

Carlo still didn't come back, but Alexander could no longer wait for him. After several musketeers sent as outposts reported nothing unusual, Alexander ordered the team to proceed cautiously upstream along the river bank.

Lake Bracciano is like a big bowl, and the most concave part in the middle has a rugged road along the lake, and there is a steep hillside on the other side of the road.

Alexander had read the map here when he was on the road before, but when he saw the terrain, he was still in a panic.

The bays protruding forward at the two ends of the lake seem to hold the high ground deep into the heart of the lake. If you want to pass through it, you must pass through the bottom of the bowl. Looking at the hillside that completely restrains the road on the lake, Alexander raised his hand at the highest Click to compare, then draw an arc from there to point directly to the road below.

What can a small pound gun do? The answer is simple. If you are lucky, the solid stone projectile fired by this gun can plow a tightly-lined team crowded on this road into several blood alleys. More importantly, you only need to block the two ends of the road to let him No one can escape, and that artillery alone is enough to make his people suffer.

The two Bohemian cavalry and musketeers quickly ran up the hillside, and when they returned, they brought news to Alexander that made him not surprised.

"Adult, someone has stayed here before," the Musketeer showed Alexander with a burnt stone. "Someone camped here and also raised the fire. In addition, we found something strange." Saying Musketeer gestured with his hand After a while, "it is a platform made of stones, which is on the highest part of the hill."

"A simple battery?" Alexander asked.

"It looks like," the Bohemians nodded. "But they are more attentive than the random stones piled up in the woods by the river. They probably want to attack us there with artillery."

Alexander nodded. Although the guess was confirmed, the origin and trace of the enemy were still elusive.

But one thing is certain, at least those who command this team, not just attack, but really want to kill him!

Although he offended some people in Rome ~ www.ltnovel.com ~, but those people are more concerned about how to make his mission fail so that he can profit from it. If he is purely for the purpose of killing him, it is a big question. Do it small, after all, he is not important to that point.

It would cost him so much to kill his life, maybe only those things related to the name Joel Modillo.

They accidentally deviated from the route the other day and they evaded an attack, and when they saw the wide view on the hillside, Alexander had to admit that even if he found that he was tracking and strengthened his vigilance, he would not be moderate. With the assistance of the eagle cannon, his people will surely inevitably suffer unnecessary losses.

Who must kill himself?

Alexander once again took out the quirky short sword. He vaguely remembered the origin of this weapon, but it was too long to remember.

Perhaps he would have to wait until he returned to Rome to hear some news, so thinking of Alexander ordering the road through Lake Bracciano.

At least now it is important to open the way to Sanroni. Alexander knows that this matter is important to Caesar and to him.