Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

Aural is a big town. Because of the terrain, the whole town is like a huge funnel. The opening of the funnel is east, and the mouth is facing the west.

There is a high-lying hill in the southwest of Aural. Because of the complex terrain, there is nothing to plant. Instead, a whole piece of wild sweet pear tree covers this hill.

There are uneven slopes and layers of undulating terraces on the hills, the largest of which can take a panoramic view of the entire town of Oral.

It can be clearly seen from the platform that a avenue divides the town of Oral into two parts, north and south. The avenue passes through the town from east to west. It has been this road for hundreds of years that has brought Aral Wealthy people who are much more prosperous elsewhere have brought them a lot of trouble and fun.

Alexandria remembers very clearly that on the first Sunday of midsummer every year, the Oral people must wear a costume and gather on the avenue. People who were originally separated by the road on the two sides of the town will appear to be unusually friendly and yet It's fun.

But if you are a foreigner from other places, you may suffer, because when the bell rings at 12 noon, people in the town will stand on both sides of the road and throw their locals to passing travelers Specialty wild sweet pear.

It is said that this custom came from the Middle Ages, in order to commemorate the unity of the people in this place to resist a group of robbers who tried to loot the town. The local people ambushed their enemies on both sides of the avenue, but the cast was not tasted sour Sweet and sour wild sweet pear juice, but stones and arrows.

Looking down from the platform, Gompati looked at it and began to adjust the angle of the artillery. For someone who likes to play with the heavy taste of artillery, there is no place to contain it with artillery. The terrain of an area is more gratifying. Imagine that the whole town is completely within the range and coverage of his artillery. Gompati has a kind of want to ignite the medicine twist immediately, watching the shells flying out of the sky. The town's impulse to make a slack.

"This place is really good, isn't it, standing here I think I'm a king," Gompati asked back to the people around him with a smile, seeing that they looked at him, he finally pouted. "I It means that if our beast speaks, those below will immediately die, but of course we will not do it. "

The gunners shook their heads silently, and they always felt a little uncomfortable with Gompati. Especially after the defense battle at the gate of Pisa, many people found that Gompati seemed to be suddenly enchanted by the artillery. He would walk like a dog. Follow the gun car, sleep with a cannonball as a pillow, use a cannon as a table when eating, and even chat with an artillery even if you are alright.

In short, Gompati suddenly became a devout artillery omnipotent. In his eyes, there is no weapon in the world that is more pleasing than artillery.

Gompati once again bent down and reached out his hand. He closed one eye and stretched his thumb forward. Calculating the angle and estimated distance of the artillery firing based on the ratio of the angle between the fingertip and the arm length taught by Alexander , And then his face was slightly startled, and he gradually felt that something was wrong.

He stood upright, first looked down at the artillery in front of him, then at the town below, and after a moment of pondering, his face slowly became serious.

"Erect the artillery as soon as possible, and move it quickly," Gompati yelled to the artillery who were slowly locating the artillery car. Except for the main gunner, these artillery were almost temporary From the team, many of these people have no interest in artillery. The only thing they are happy about is that they are much safer than head-on confrontation with the enemy.

Gompati didn't like such soldiers. In his opinion, even the skid-headed pizza mercenaries are more reliable than these guys, because those mercenaries at least really like their artillery.

"Captain, what are we doing?" A gunner asked strangely. He didn't know how Compati suddenly went crazy and urged people, the tension seemed to face a strong enemy at any time. .

"I don't know," Gompati replied honestly. "But I think something is wrong, so let's prepare as soon as possible."

What made Gompati feel something was a strange phenomenon that he discovered while imitating the proofreading effect. He noticed that no matter the height, distance, or direction of the artillery display, it seems that this platform can really completely control the entire town. Even if it is an excellent gunner, it may pose a huge threat to the following road from east to west through the town.

This is no coincidence!

Gompati realized something.

He felt that Alexander would not arrange all the artillery in such a place by coincidence.

Not even just this place can pose a threat to the entire town.

There must be something going on. Gompati had a hunch in his heart and some kind of inexplicable throbbing.

He had always had an unusual interest in artillery, otherwise he would not have hurriedly pulled an artillery onto the street during the Pisa riot.

Then the government bureaucrats in Pisa surrendered under his muzzle.

Now he has ten new and powerful artillery pieces in his hand, which makes Compatti even feel that he can conquer the world.

"Set up all the artillery, maybe we can still see them show their power."

Gompati was arguing with the gunners as to how high the gun angle should be set.

In fact, he is not an excellent gunner, nor an artillery expert, but his preference for big firepower makes Gompati believe that everything he does must be meaningful.

Although he had arrived in Oral, Alexander was not in a hurry to enter the town.

He was standing on a hill slightly above the platform where Gompati was at this time, looking down at the town.

The funnel-shaped whole town has a panoramic view, and the middle road that is slightly rugged with the terrain, but very eye-catching to completely separate the whole town is very eye-catching.

Alexander touched some of his dry lips and looked back. He saw that the guards behind him were only staring at the surrounding hunting guards, and he felt that he should let Uliu come over as soon as possible.

Since Sophia left, Alexander was somewhat at odds with the people around him, and he didn't even let Uliu take care of himself.

Alexander knew very well that Sophia ’s departure had something to do with the people around her, and it could even be said that everyone participated in the "conspiracy".

Among them are Sophia herself, Barenti, Carlo, Paul Busaco, and Uliu is also indispensable.

Everyone participated in the "conspiracy" for their own reasons and reasons.

This is why he once ignored Uliu.

But now it seems that it is time to get the Moors back.

Does this mean that I actually forgave myself?

Alexander asked himself in his heart, then smiled secretly.

In fact, when he was entangled with Lucrezia, Alexander knew he was no longer the same as himself.

Ambiguous entanglement with Lucrezia, is it really just because of that special occasion at that time and her beauty?

Or did he approach the woman with a utilitarian mind from the beginning?

In this case, what qualifications do you have to blame Sophia's departure?

"Give me water."

Alexander said helplessly to a hunting guard with a water sac hanging around his waist. After a sip of water, his eyes turned to the town again.

"What a great place," Alexander sighed slightly, and then he looked at Carlo next to him. "What do you think of this place?"

"Very good adult," Carlo said with satisfaction. "I heard that it's very rich and the local people's homes are very rich. Maybe we can collect a batch of supplies here."

Alexander shook his head secretly. Carlo ’s performance somewhat disappointed him, but it was relieved to think about it. After all, Carlo was not a real soldier. Although he had fought a battle before, it was only better than those from Agrig It is better to pull out the soldiers directly. Maybe he can become a good cavalry officer, but it seems that some strong men are difficult to count on him to become a qualified commander who can stand alone.

"Look at what this town looks like?"

"Like a funnel, lord."

Carlo looked at it for a long time and finally said that he looked at Alexandria a little bit puzzled, and did n’t understand why he stayed here and stared at the town but did n’t go in. After all, he had traveled a long way, delicious food and comfortable bed. Most needed.

"It's a funnel, everyone says so."

Alexander smiled softly, but Carlo was right this time. Even a few hundred years later, some people would use a funnel to describe some pictures of the town of Aural.

It's just that this is a dangerous funnel, a terrible funnel that can pour life and blood like flowing water.

Alexander said this in his heart, looking back at the army marching into the town.

1,000 Genoese troops have entered Oral from the southwest of the town, while Agrig and Pisa were arranged by Alexander to advance slowly behind the Genoese.

The town is very large, and even if there are nearly 2,000 people suddenly, it will not be crowded. I want to come. The locals are standing under the eaves of their own houses and watching these troops who have been used to it for a long time.

"The people who told us were only stationed in the southwest of the town," Alexander told him again. This was the second time he issued the order "and contacted them as soon as the Genoese arrived."

"Admiral." Carlo didn't ask but just nodded. As the army gradually expanded, Carlo also gradually felt that the burden was getting heavier, which made him feel breathless and began to feel faint. disturbed.

Carlo does not want to be left behind. He seems to have seen a crisis that he has become less and less valued as Alexandria's status has improved. Especially the arrival of Gompati makes him feel threatened.

Maybe for Paul Busako, everything is much simpler. He only needs to do his best to protect Alexander ’s security, and he does not have to worry about his status at all, and the Moor only needs to take care of his court for the master. Okay, as for Massimo, I heard that he mixed well with the Countess, which can be seen from his frequent correspondence with Alexander.

But Carlo couldn't do it. He felt his position was being shaken, which made him more eager to prove his worth with a victory that belonged to him.

Carlo decided to execute the orders of Lord Lord well. He needed to prove himself too much, which made him even eager for success.

After receiving the order, Carlo not only quickly issued the order, but also urged the army to proceed towards the town of Aral according to Alexander's instructions despite the rest.

What makes Caro a little strange is that he soon discovered that only the Genoese and Agri were ordered by Alexander to enter the town. Among them were not only the artillery that should have been more important, not even the Bohemians.

And what makes Carlo feel strange is that Alexander has strictly prohibited his army from crossing the area that is the center of the town of Oral.

Carlo vaguely felt that Alexander seemed to be preparing for something, but for a moment he couldn't understand the key.

But with the order issued one by one, Alexander did not show a trace of ease.

"Hopefully all this is superfluous."

Standing on the platform and looking at the funnel-shaped town below, Alexander muttered to himself.

The whole road that runs through the town of Aral is bounded by a monument in the center of the town, and is called Upper Aural Avenue and Lower Aural Avenue by the people in the town.

From the monument to the east, Upper Oral Avenue turned slightly towards the southeast. At the end of the slightly curved road, you can see the protective walls built by the Oral people in the early years and several abandoned stone lookouts. .

A boy was sitting on a half-collapsed retaining wall, throwing broken stones in his hands and throwing it into a dry well in the distance. Listening to the empty "dump" sound from the well, the boy was bored. Throw the stone away, then lie down and look at the white clouds floating overhead.

A vacant lot outside the town that was originally fun was requisitioned yesterday by some people who suddenly did n’t know where they came from. The adults said that the foreigners were very fierce. They even just said a few words, "In the name of XX. "Requisitioned", without a lot of money, drove many people away from the open space, and even the bohemians in the caravans everywhere that the boy liked to watch were driven away.

Thinking of something unhappy, the boy sat up angrily and grabbed a stone and threw it out vigorously, but this time the stone missed its head and was not thrown into the well.

The boy bent down unwillingly to reach out for a distant stone. At this moment, a rush of horseshoes came from the town.

The boy looked in the direction from the sound of the horseshoe, and with a gradual approaching smoke, he saw a team of strangely dressed soldiers running towards him in the direction of the horse.

The Oral people are not countrymen, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are well-informed, but the boy has never seen an army in such a costume.

Although they are also wearing armor, the armor of these cavalry looks very different from other people. The round look makes the boy want to laugh, and only a few of them hold the spear that looks very majestic. , More people only hang a saber by the saddle, but their short cloaks half-shrouded behind their shoulders look majestic. When they run their horses, the short cloaks will fly high behind them, which makes The boy couldn't help but look envious.

The team quickly reached the protective wall not far from the boy. One of them had two cavalry cavalry on his face and urged the horse to step forward, looking up and sitting on the wall dumbly watching their boy.

"Hi guy, is this the east of Oral town," the cavalry asked in a slightly weird tone, seeing the boy full of suspicion, the cavalry looked back at the companion behind him, and then took a coin from his arms. There was a slap in the middle. "You can take this if you answer me."

Seeing the shiny coins, the boy's face showed interest. He jumped from the protective wall and looked up at the cavalry.

"What do you want to know?"

"I heard there is a well near here. Can you tell me where?"

Hearing the cavalry, the boy almost turned back to look in the grass, but he immediately refrained from the action, but looked at the coin that was flying up and down in the air with a slightly cunning look.

"If I told you, would you give it to me?"

"Give and say."

"Then you have to give money first."

"It's a little slippery head," the cavalry murmured and threw the coin over. "You can listen, boy. If you cheat, I'll tie you up and drag you behind the horse and run around the town."

"I'm not going to lie," the boy said, beckoning and walking towards the grass, and then stopped before he stepped out. He first reached out with his fingers, then suddenly turned around and ran away.

At the same time, I yelled loudly while running: "The well you are looking for is there. You can count your words. The money is mine!"

The cavalry looked a bit stunned in the grass. When he found that the wellhead was covered by the grass not more than ten steps away from him, the cavalry was stunned for a while, then looked at the boy who was running away and laughed.

After laughing ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The cavalry turned his horse back to his companion and looked at the companions who mocked him for being played by a child. The cavalry was not angry, but urged to say: "Go back to the adult Report, we found the well he said. "

The cavalry quickly disappeared into the distance, and not long after that the boy's head emerged from the grass.

He first probed his brain for a while, and after confirming that the cavalry had indeed gone, he immediately ran up the running belt toward a distant forest.

He passed through a campsite in the woods and came to a caravan outside and knocked **** the towering gang.

A young woman's face appeared in the open window of the caravan.

"What are you doing again. Little fart boy?" The young woman asked in disgust.

"I'm here to find you," the boy's face turned red at this time, and his breath was short. After looking to both sides, he lowered his voice and said, "You didn't promise me, as long as you have money, you can kiss me Look. I have money, "the boy said, raising the coins in his hand to show the young woman in the car." Can you kiss me now, Chasquina? "