Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

A farmer walked along the snow with a **** on his head, his feet deep and shallow, and sometimes he might slip.

The farmer sighed in annoyance when looking at the large area in front of which was covered by the remaining snow. It has snowed so much.

The fields were so hard that they stomped on the soles of the feet.

The farmer walked to the ground, gasped for a while, then lifted his **** to shave off the layer of snow on the ground, and then began to dig up the cabbages that were half buried in the ground.

Although these cabbages are not very delicious to eat, they are very delicious for many farmers who need to feed a whole family. At least after cooking, they smell like they are burnt. Not so hard to swallow.

A muffled noise came faintly, and the farmer paused and looked around. He continued to work after seeing nothing.

But soon, the noise came again, and with the noise, the farmer could feel a slight vibration from the **** stuck in the ground. He raised his head uncomfortably and looked away, then I saw a shaking figure appear on the horizon.

These uninvited guests are so fast that the farmer ca n’t even find out who they are. These people have already broken into this land. As the horses ’hooves forcefully stepped on the ground, the snow and mud splatters, those people Has appeared before the uneasy farmer.

The farmer clutched his **** tightly, but he didn't intend to use it. When he saw the sabers that were swinging back and forth with the mounts around him, he knew that they were not easy to mess with.

And he also believes that there is no need to be a hero, no matter who these people are, they should not be too much.

There are too many people coming and going on this land, some are local lords, some are foreigners from far away, they often declare themselves as the owners of this land when they arrive here, but also Often it will not be long before they have to leave, and then another person will play the trick.

The locals are already used to it, and it is the same for them as long as it allows them to live a fairly safe life, giving the tax to any lord.

These people don't look very irritating. The look on their faces makes the farmers feel dangerous. This is not to say how fierce they are, but that they look disturbing.

From their clothes, they looked like a certain lord's army, because if they were robbers, they would be too formal. The farmer saw a strange badge from the same place in the clothes of several people.

"Is this Temple?" A knight who sounded a little accented in the south asked loudly. When the farmer nodded, he continued to ask, "Where is the church, we are going to see the pastor here."

The farmer pointed his finger in a direction in the town beyond.

"Are you a dumb?" The cavalry dragged the horse around the farmer. He seemed to be a bit dissatisfied with the farmer's failure to speak.

"No, I can speak," the farmer said quickly, holding the **** tighter, as if the drowning man was holding the straw.

"I thought you were a dumb man," the cavalry said after bending down and reaching for the farmer's shoulder. "Tell me if anyone has passed by recently, I mean if there are any strangers who have been in town."

"I don't know," the farmer said nervously. "I only know that I come out to work every day, maybe others in the town know."

The cavalry took a closer look at the farmer, then returned to his companion and said to one of them: "It seems that we have to enter the town to inquire."

It was a strangely dressed man with a somewhat exotic taste. His thick curly beard looked a little funny, but what the farmer saw in his eyes was the brutality and wildness that made him tremble: "Let's go into the town, This area is not small and may be able to hear some news. "

A team of cavalry horses rushed past the farmer, looking at their backs, and the farmer gently licked his lips, then lowered his head and continued to plan the cabbage in the field.

The town of Tampla is not small. The residents of hundreds of households have been called small towns. The presence of the cavalry has attracted people ’s attention. Looking at the horses running through the streets, people immediately gave way to the roadside. Watching them run toward the church, people could not help but secretly speculate about the origin of these people.

Although Tampla is the Holy See territory, all the lords, big and small, have declared ownership of this land, especially the appearance of the French some time ago, which has made this place even more confusing.

The cavalry soldiers came to the church and dismounted, and before that, they asked for directions and led by two people with crooked beards. They walked into the church that had not been repaired for many years.

Hearing the footsteps, the priest who was lighting candles in front of the altar turned and saw a few doubts in his eyes as he saw the people walking by.

"God bless you priest," the soldier walking in front bowed down and kissed the priest's robe before he continued. "Please forgive me for disturbing you. We are the messenger sent by Lord Agray's Gombray, lord. Ordered us to visit you and brought you his greetings to you. "

"But I don't know this lord," the priest asked doubtfully. "Can I know your intention?"

"Father, our adults hope to get help from the Tampla," the current Aggri bowed. "We are here to call for a group of people to repair the broken bridge in front, and my lord hopes to be here. To get the supplies we need, we need bread, cheese and enough dried meat, especially the dried meat we can bring with us, because we will continue our journey soon. "

The priest showed a surprised look. He obviously didn't know what the people who suddenly appeared were saying. When he finally heard that these people were actually sent from Rome, the priest felt even more surprised.

"It has been snowing for a long time, and we have also disconnected from Rome. Even Fort Piano can send people, but they cannot communicate with Rome," the priest seemed happy that Rome had finally sent people. "I think this It ’s the best news I heard today, and it must be that God heard our prayers. You know that people in the city were worried yesterday that if there was no news for so long, what would happen? ”

Seeing the joy of the priest, the soldier couldn't help but smile proudly, and when he made the request again, the priest nodded readily and agreed.

"But I had to put on a thick coat before that," the priest patted his shoulder. "This place has been injured before, and it hurts badly in bad weather. You have to wait a little bit."

"You light priest." The soldier gave aside respectfully.

The priest walked slowly past several people, and then walked down a small door next to the chapel.

Just after disappearing in the corner of the door, the priest's originally slow footsteps immediately became faster. He walked along the wall and walked through the narrow black aisle before knocking at the flashing door.

The door opened the slit first, and then immediately opened, and the priest flashed in quickly.

"It was the guy from Gumbre. They came." The priest whispered to the two people in the room.

These two have a long hair and a short one.

"They found us?" The long-haired man immediately grasped the epee on the table.

"No, they are the messengers sent by Gumbre, saying that they are going to collect men in the village to repair the bridge, not to come to you." The priest stopped the long-haired men and continued to whisper, "They have not found you it's here."

"How many people have come," the long-haired man asked. "If not many people come, we can solve them."

"Five of them, two of them look like Bohemians you said," the priest shook his head. "Don't move, I don't want you to kill in the church."

"Come on, Nieder, you weren't like this before," the long-haired man said disapprovingly. "There are only five people. We can kill them all as long as we rush out. We can do it without the bad luck of those mercenaries." "

"But then, after disturbing the Gombray, we had no chance," the short man frowned. "Maybe we can change the method. Isn't that Gombray saying to build a bridge? We can let people mix into the villagers. And then find a way to kill him. "

"You have also seen that the mercenaries may fight against them by force, but it is not easy to get them into the villagers. The **** smell of those guys can be smelled from afar, and those Bohemians are not bad. It ’s easy to deal with. ”The long-haired man shook his head in disapproval. Not to mention that we spent so much money not to let these guys do something secretly. In addition to killing the Gombre, we have to let the Romans know that this road does not work. Now, we have the final say on everything here, which is always important. "

The long-haired man's words made the short man a little embarrassed, but he understood some of the reasons that his companions said. They came to intercept Alexander this time to order to kill this person, and as the long-haired man said, to cut off Rome and The connection in the north, especially in the recent period of heavy snow helped them a lot, they can even block the traffic between Rome and the north with a small number of people because of the road closure Mercenaries, so no one has ever known what the origin of these suddenly emerged robbers.

Even so, they are very cautious, and often the same mercenary will be fired after using it a few times, and then find some new men, so that no one can understand their origins.

For those mercenaries, originally as mercenaries and robbers are two different identities. The road closures made their business somewhat difficult, but these two people always knew exactly which way they were ahead of time. There will be businessmen passing by, knowing how to avoid the dangerous patrols, which makes it easier for them to rob the unfortunate pedestrians.

After several robberies, apart from handing over a share to these two people, the remaining benefits are enough to allow them to have a good life in the future, so they naturally will not bring such good things to others casually.

"We have to find some new manpower," the short man figured in his mind. "Maybe it doesn't need to be too powerful, but it must be clever. We just quietly approached the Gombray, and then killed him when he didn't pay attention. Blocking Rome's road to the north, I think it will be much easier as soon as this Gombre dies. At least it will take some time for Rome to send people again. "

Speaking of which, the short man looked at his companion and continued, "But you have to stay. It is best not to leave the church in the recent period. The Gombray and many of his men have seen you. Be careful not to be recognized by them. I will go this time. "

The long-haired man originally wanted to argue, but after thinking about it, he closed his mouth.

"The villagers here know each other," the priest said while wearing thick clothes. "But I will tell them that you are wandering from other places. I originally wanted to have a meal in the church. Now I have this opportunity. If you want to find someone else, just say it ’s your companion who wandered together before. ”

The short man nodded. He followed the priest and walked out of the door. When he walked to the door, he turned to his companion and said, "Go and find some people as soon as possible. It can't be short to repair a bridge. How long Bray will stay here, so he must find a chance to kill him before returning to Rome. "

The long-haired man nodded silently. He first watched the priest and his companions leave, then followed the door and walked from the other end of the aisle towards the back of the church.

At this time, on the steps in front of the church, Carlo was shouting loudly to the residents of the town who gathered: "If we are able to work, if the carpenters are the best, my host is very generous and repairs the village in front. You can get a salary for that bridge. "

There was a discussion in the crowd, and people whispered to discuss whether the matter was true. When the priest appeared, someone shouted immediately, hoping to know the truth from the priest.

"It's true, they are messengers from Rome."

The priest's words made the residents dispel the worries ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Then, after seeing the priest actually introduce a foreigner who was not very strong to the soldiers from Rome, many people complained a little. .

"Why not use our locals? We are now in idle time." People from a town came out of the crowd. "We are all doing hard work and are not afraid of hardships. If we have this opportunity, let us first Be yourself. "

"Of course it is good if you can work," Carlo nodded. "And the bridge needs to be repaired as soon as possible, so we still need a lot of people. Don't worry about not working. The big nobles in Rome are now most concerned about being able to put The road is repaired. "

"You need a lot of people?" The short man asked suddenly, and when Carlo saw him, he smiled and said, "Some of my friends may be able to do this job, and some of them have good skills."

"Really," Carlo looked at the short man in surprise, saying that the job of calling the workers did not make him like it. Compared with these cumbersome things, he would rather pick up a musket to fight against people, but he still Suspiciously said, "But the people you said must work."

"Relax, they are all great guys, very capable." The short man smiled.