Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

The **** of war Pope Julius II not only nearly completed the reunification of Italy with unremitting efforts, but he also left a Swiss guard with an excellent tradition for the Holy See.

As a guard for the Vatican and the Pope, this swiss-made guard has faithfully carried out its mission since the era of Julius II, even after a few hundred years, the world has already been It's nothing more than that, but the Swiss Guard still stands firmly on its post.

The Swiss stubbornness in this era is one of the things that impressed Alexander the most.

The bravery of the Swiss is the same as their stubbornness. It was once a gold signboard of the entire mercenary world. Unlike other mercenaries, they often perfunctory in order to preserve their strength on the battlefield. The Swiss will complete their mission with a dedicated attitude. , Even some noble armies ca n’t compare with their loyalty to their duties. In order to win, they can firmly invest in the last soldier instead of turning around and fleeing at a glance, not to prevent themselves from being left in the future. The next step is to show sympathy to your opponents. The Swiss's enthusiasm and bravery often make their enemies have a headache, and more importantly, the Swiss will not be as swift as Sforza. Run, be your boss.

Because of this, the Swiss mercenary once became a sought-after as an excellent soldier.

Alexander hoped that he also had such an army, but with his current status and strength, he could not afford a Swiss army of sufficient size, and he said that he hoped that his army would be able to get rid of the popular mercenaries today. Apparently, Agri, as his leader, seemed suitable to be such a soldier.

Compared with the people in the wealthy areas of northern Italy, the relatively poor southerners have the advantage of being able to endure hardship, and the people around the Apennines have a strength and resilience similar to those unique to the mountain people in Switzerland.

"Organized training for me first, and then let them become a model among the Agri people, and eventually build an army based on the Agri people." This was what Alexander hoped Nashan would do for him, and Posey In comparison with the Mia, he is more willing to trust the Agri.

Now, at least a dozen of his Agri Guards have been established as he imagined.

Pick the most reliable musket made, with a sharp saber, and then pick the best horse from all the war horses. Alexander has prepared the best for his guard.

The result is that other Aggris are obviously jealous of the selected guards, and this has also attracted the attention of the short man.

The long-haired man had already met Alexander, so he stayed in the church, and the short man brought his "tramp" friends back to the village.

As the short man said, the people he recruited this time were very clever. At least they put on tattered clothes and then smeared their faces casually. .

The arrival of these people was not very satisfying to the Tamplas, but because they were all gathered together, no one would provoke them for the time being.

After drinking some hot soup first, the short men took the men to the river as the foreman instructed them. While they were working, they looked closely at the neighborhood, and soon they found something strange.

"Did you see the soldiers?" The short man asked his companions. "It looks different from other people. These people seem to be more powerful among them, and they have been staying nearby. When I came before Haven't noticed these people yet. "

"Would you like to take a look?" One asked in a low voice.

"Wait a minute, don't worry," the short man whispered, his eyes fixed on those people, and suddenly his breathing became heavy. "I saw that Gombre, right there, these people should be by his side. Guard, but I haven't seen it before. "

Following his words, several people noticed that the guards approached a house, and it was Alexander who came out of the house.

At this time, Alexander did not know that he had been stared at. He was commanding several villagers to walk towards the river. The guards surrounded him, watching the people who tried to approach with vigilance.

"Paul, tell them not to be so nervous," Alexander said to Paul Busako who was with him. "I want you to protect me, not to help me scare everyone away."

The captain of the guard showed some doubts for a while, and he didn't seem to understand the difference between the two, but he still whispered that his men should not be "violent".

"Let's do it," a mercenary beside the short man whispered. "They won't notice us."

"There are too many people around him," the short man frowned. "If you can't kill Gombray all at once, things won't be easy."

"But didn't you say that he might be leaving soon, if he left, there might be no chance."

The companion ’s words made the short man a little bit more troubled. Just looking at the guards, he was not sure for a while to succeed in one fell swoop. After thinking carefully, he decided not to take risks for the time being.

"Wait again, maybe there will be a chance at night."

"You have not attacked him once in the evening before, he will become very careful." The companion objected.

"Maybe, but he has transferred the army across the river now, so he thinks it is safer than before, which will make him careless. At night, we find opportunities to get close to his house, but before you all of you Be careful not to show flaws. "The short man urged his companion.

After talking, the short man looked at Alexander who was telling some locals not far away, his lips licked slightly.

He does n’t know why his master must have him kill this little lord called Gombre, and he does n’t know why the master has repeatedly told him not to make things as big as possible. It ’s better to kill him quietly, but several times in a row The frustration of this made the short man irritated. Although this is not a personal grudge at all, when he thought that the owner might no longer trust himself because of this, he felt that this Gombray has become a stumbling block in front of him. This man's life proves that he is not so stupid and incompetent.

In the middle of the night, the beep of the beast came from the wilderness in the distance, and the woods of the moonlight looked dark.

At the edge of the woods, a few figures appeared quietly, then a few figures, and finally the dozen people gathered together approached the village quietly by the darkness of the woods.

The short man's eyes gleamed in the dark night, and he stared closely at the outline of the village in the distance, while whispering to his companions to watch out for the movement of the barracks by the village.

Because of the large number of people, in addition to arranging the army in the houses around the village as much as possible, Alexander still built simple camps, so that the whole village was almost completely surrounded.

"He would think that it would be safe," the short man said to his companions before he set off. "To know that we are not screaming and rushing to kill people, we just quietly go in and kill the Gombre. Then we can leave quietly again. "

There were two figures in front, and the mercenaries immediately hidden behind the corner with vigilance, watching the two Bohemians walk around while muttering something, smelling the smell of wine blowing in the wind, and the short man was behind him. Made a quiet gesture.

"Remember, go in and kill the man, then leave." The short man whispered, and then took the lead to walk quietly along the edge of the house.

In the church, the long-haired man stared at the candle that was shaking in front of him. He had been watching this for a long time, looking at the flames on the candle, his hands clenched and released sometimes.

"Can you not be so nervous," Father Ned asked impatiently. "You look so disturbing to me."

"Then why have you been walking back and forth from the beginning?" The man with long hair turned to look at the priest who was walking around behind him. "Ned, I think you are different from before. Your courage now becomes Very small. When the person from Gombray came to you before, you were so scared that your face changed. "

"You are not allowed to say that," the priest stopped to stare at the long-haired man with an ugly face. "Of course it does not matter to you, even if it is found, just escape to your master, but it is the most terrible to me. Punishment, if the Vatican knows that I am a Saint Gufra, they will burn me directly. "

"So you want to try to clarify the relationship with this matter as much as possible now?" The long-haired man sneered. "When we came to you before, your reluctant look made you feel uneasy."

"I didn't refuse to help you, didn't I even betray you," the priest looked at each other nervously. He knew that the person in front of him was cruel and cruel. If he was suspected, he might be punished. "I am your friend, Although I do n’t know why you must kill that Gombre, I will do it with you. "

The long-haired man looked at the priest suspiciously, and then nodded slowly: "I hope so Ned, I hope so, you have been staying in this backcountry for too long, if you want me to say it ’s better to go with us Big things, otherwise you may be rotten in this church. "

The priest nodded absently, looking at the slightly gloomy face of the long-haired man, he secretly sighed.

"Ned, you should thank us, don't you," the man stared at the blazing fire in front of his eyes. "Think if you weren't saved by an adult, you would have been hanged."

The priest nodded sullenly. He knew that he would never be able to get rid of these people at his disposal for the rest of his life. What's worse was that he had a handle in these people's hands, which gave him no chance to get out.

The candle in front of him suddenly burst into a large Mars, and the flames flew up, and the long-haired man was startled. His body could not help but lean back, and then looked back with a surprised look, also the same. priest.

Although all the signs except the various visions recognized by the Holy See as holy sites are not recognized, and even regarded as heretics, Europeans still retain some pagan customs, even some clergy Personnel will also mean bad luck, such as a ladder that just suppresses someone's shadow. Breaking a water-filled jar may be money-breaking. These customs with obvious pagan characteristics are very serious.

The sudden burst of sparks on the candle, which was obviously not a good sign, made both of the people in the room feel heartless.

"Just a candle," the long-haired man muttered in a low voice, but he could not help glancing at the priest, seeing the priest's look was wrong, he hummed softly, "Isn't it?"

"Yeah, just a candle." The priest responded, but his eyes kept staring at the candlestick on the table.

There was a long wolf cry in the distance in the distance, and then there were a few different responses.

The long-haired man walked to the window and looked outside, but after a while, he didn't find anything, but the wolf howling outside became more and more sad, and more and more voices responded. .

"Are there any wolves in this place?" The long-haired man felt something wrong and turned around and asked the priest.

"The wolf in the mountain came out to find food as soon as it was cold, and sometimes even broke into the town to eat livestock," the priest responded casually, but then frowned. "But listening to this cry, today's wolf There are too many. "

The long-haired man looked outside and listened carefully over his ears.

Suddenly, there was a look on his face, staring closely at the wilderness in the distance.

Several silhouettes could not shake in the dark night. If you look closely, it seems to be running towards this side. Behind those silhouettes, black shadows are chasing them quickly against the ground.

Suddenly, a shadow jumped from behind, and as the voice screamed faintly, a figure was instantly knocked down.

The man was tumbling and trying to get up on the ground, but a few large black shadows jumped up.

Tearing, dragging, biting, the shadow on the snow kept rolling for a while, and at the same time a faint **** smell came along with the cold wind.

The rest of them were still dashing forward, and the wolves in the back chased up again. In the moonlight, the long-haired man saw a familiar short figure.

"Damn it!" He cursed and grabbed the sword from the table and rushed towards the door, but he was chased in front of the priest and pressed the door of the room ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ You are crazy, then go out to us It's all dead! "The priest turned blue, and his eyes were full of panic." The wolves hungry in winter are more terrible than anything. We can't save them at all. Those outside are already dead! "

"Open the door, you bastard, you should have hung you guy who violated the rules from the beginning."

The long-haired man roared angrily, seeing the horrified look in the priest's eyes, he snorted and turned to open the door.

But a sudden pain came from behind him, and he couldn't help reaching out to grab the doorknob to support him, but when a sharp blade emerged from his chest, he looked at the plasma splashing on the door in front of his eyes, long The man flicked forward and shoved forward, slowly sliding down the door to the ground.

"Fool, this is what you forced me to do." The priest gasped, looking at the long-haired man who seemed to be dead, struggling with his hands and feet. He pulled out his sword, then raised it again, and kept down. Poke hard.

Inside, the long-haired man finally lost his breath.

Outside the house, the wild wolf's horror howling all night.