Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

From Italy to the Balkans, as early as Rome or earlier, some people have found many roads to go.

From the vast mountains on the land between the Danube and the Adriatic Sea to the direct crossing of the Adriatic Sea through the long coastline, the link between Italy and the Balkans can even be repeated into the ancient times.

At the earliest, for those civilizations on the Greek peninsula, the Roman-led city-states that first appeared in Italy were full of reverence and even worship.

Even the Roman myths regarded by the Romans as pride and the source of their ancestors are in fact shadows of birth and Greek mythology.

Because of this, the Romans had more complicated feelings for Greece than other peoples.

The Romans were proud and arrogant, but even if they later conquered Greece, they still had complex feelings in the face of Greek civilization.

They hope to be able to get rid of the influence of Greece and show the strength and majesty of their conquerors, but in their hearts they know that the Roman civilization has too many marks left by Greece.

Later, the almost completely Hellenistic Eastern Roman Empire simply and completely surrendered to the former conquered.

Greek writing language, Greek cultural habits, and Greek urban architecture and eating habits, the Romans who were completely attracted by Greek civilization were completely fascinated by all this, and even after a long time, having a Greek-style lifestyle became a measure Whether a person is a standard of qualified nobility.

Even after a thousand years, when Greece has been conquered by the Ottomans for a long time, there are still many people who regard Greece as a source of radical change.

This change is about the legend that Constantine XI left behind in Greece.

Since when the legend began to spread, it has been untraceable. Many people have grown up listening to this legend since they were sensible. Many people firmly believe that the last emperor of East Rome has a line of descendants. In Greece.

With the passage of time, legends have become hopes and ideals.

The Greeks, Moldovans, Wallagians, and more people who were ruled by the Ottomans placed their hopes and dreams from the Ottoman rule of slavery in that legend. They dreamed that one day someone would stand up. Leading them to defeat the pagans, it is even more hopeful that, as their predecessors defeated Ottoman Sultan Mohammed II in the Belgrade victory nearly half a century ago, they would drive the enemies out of their hometown.

It is for this reason that the rumors about the descendants of Constantine XI are more concerned by the world, and one of the rumors about the last blood of the Roman royal family took refuge in Crete, which is particularly noticeable.

For many years, the Ottomans were also looking for the whereabouts of the descendants of the emperor, and even established a special army for this Ottomans. This army did not participate in the battle, but specifically looked for those who still loyal to the East in the occupied Greek land. The diehards of Rome, and their most important goal is that of the descendants of Constantine XI.

So when I heard that the girl in front of me was the rumored descendant of the emperor, even the Kurash knight who thought he had seen too many scenes could not help showing an incredible look on his face.

But he soon woke up and looked at the people with a funny look.

"Do you think I will believe that this little girl will be the legendary person?" Kurash looked at these people funny, he even felt that not only this inexplicable girl, but also these noble knights are some liars.

"You savage maniac," although he was blackened by the hilt before, but the kidnapped named Gilas was actually awake and slightly aggressive, he couldn't turn his head so he could only look at the front, but he still Angrily shouted, "You will regret your words. You dare to be so rude to Rome's only heir."

"Honestly be a knight, or I don't know what to call you, but if you are not honest I will cut your throat first."

Kurash's words immediately caused a commotion, and some people in the team pulled out their swords, ready to rush to him at any time.

The talking man raised his hand slightly, beckoning the companion behind him not to be impulsive. He took the horse forward to Kurash, and took a copy from the empty riding saddle of the Gilas knight. file.

He raised his hands slightly to indicate his harmlessness, and then carefully passed the document.

"You can look at this."

"What is it?"

Kurash suddenly raised his hand to pick forward with the sword in his hand, the tip of the sword accurately penetrated into the hollow of the rolled document, and then he shook his wrist to pick the document in front of him, when the blade re-pressed The other hand was already holding the file while he was on the neck of the Gilas Knight.

"Omo, you come out!" Kurash shouted into the house. As he shouted, a teenage boy walked out of the house with a hard crossbow carefully.

"What's your brother?"

"Show me what is written above, God, you know I hate literacy the most."

"That's because you are stupid and stupid, and your father said that you are not much smarter than a donkey." The teenager said as he took the file passed by Kurash and opened it and quickly looked at it.

"But I killed more heretics than anyone else, and I am also the landlord who has stayed for the longest time in this place."

The Kurash Knight obviously disagreed with his brother's words. He looked up and down at the girl who was standing silent in front of him. What made him care was not her unusually amazing beauty, but the ghostly crossbow she had just used. .

Kurash knew that if the girl had just shot a short crossbow at her instead of the wine bottle, even if he could avoid it, the hostage in his hand would probably be lost, and to face so many people, he was not sure Protect your family.

"This is ... an order given by Lord Duke," the young man named Omo looked at the document with some consternation. "The Duke has decided to follow the descendants of the Roman emperor and is willing to recognize him as the true master of the Roman Empire in Greece So the Duke ordered you to join his army immediately. "

When talking about "him", the teenager was stunned, and he looked up involuntarily to the face that made him almost lost his mind.

"Join the army, and these people?" Kurash mumbled. He glanced at the flags, and then released his hand and pushed the Kiras knight far away.

Gilas staggered two steps forward, and suddenly rushed to the courier man to try to pull the sword from the scabbard beside his saddle, but his companion grabbed his wrist.

"Enough Gillas, we have enough blood to bleed ourselves, your sword should be against the pagans and not the other."

"This guy is like a pagan, you forgot those rumors about him?" The Knight of Gilas lowered his voice to his companions. "I bet he had done things for the Ottomans, otherwise how could he escape from the East alive?" come back."

"Yes, I did things for the Ottomans," Kurash said, ignoring people's surprised eyes, and slowly pacing with his sword. "I was captured while fighting the Ottomans. They were kept on board as sailors for 2 full years. During those days, you never dreamed what it looked like. I have seen their army and nobles. They have much more people than us, and their weapons are better than ours. Sudan has inexhaustible wealth for him to feed that huge army, which has even more people than some of our principalities. "

"So you're afraid?" The Knight of Gilas stared at Kurash with contempt.

"Why not be afraid, we can't beat them, and we just beat them to death. It's enough to know that I have fought too many battles for the Duke. It's enough to hear that the Sultan has always been in Greece. If you think you have enough life, you can go now Challenge him, but it has nothing to do with me. "

"Coward, cartilage!"

The Gilas Knight cursed, spitting hard at the ground in contempt.

"You are not afraid because you haven't seen Hell, and I have been there once, so I don't want to go to the second time."

Kurash murmured to himself, and he slowly turned around and walked staggering towards the house, his back looking utterly indescribably lonely and desolate.

"I ’m Hack Zeppes of Transylvania, and now I ’m the attendant next to my master," the knight said to Kurash ’s brother. "If your brother changes his mind, tell him to come to Bucharest to come to us . "

With that said, the knight named Cepes, in the boy's long-awaited eyes, paid tribute to the girl who had never said a word, and then accompanied her to slowly turn her horse's head and walked out.

The teenager looked at the back of the girl with a stunned look. He looked down at the squeezed documents in his hand, and then at the door behind him. After thinking about it, he seemed to finally pursue it with determination.

"Wait a minute, please!" The teenager chased the Knight Zepez. He looked up at the Knight and glanced involuntarily at the girl who had never spoken.

"I will persuade my brother to go to Bucharest," the teenager said first, then turned his head and said angrily to the nearby Gilas Knight. "My brother is not a coward or a cartilage, he is a hero!"

"Well, if he is really the kind of person you say, then he should come to Bucharest." The Knight of Gilas was not angry because of the teenager's collision, just a scornful irony.

"Tell your brother that if he changes his mind, he better move quickly, otherwise he may not meet us."

Knight Zeppes spoke to the boy named Omo and then glanced at the girl next to him.

The girl's dark eyes stared at the teenager's face, which made the boy who was not yet a real man have a wave of uneasiness and anxiety in his heart for the first time.

Then he saw the girl stretch out her arm, stooped under his stunned gaze, and raised her hand to touch the top of his head.

Omo stared blankly at the young girl riding a horse. Because the distance was closer, he also saw her face more clearly.

At this short moment, Omo did not know what he was thinking, but he knew he already knew what to do in the future.

Until the team walked away, Omo stood at the gate of the courtyard and looked at their backs.

He didn't hear the girl say a word from beginning to end, but that didn't stop him from imagining how beautiful her voice should be.

Omo returned to the house and was surprised to see that his brother was holding a sword he had n’t taken for a long time. He carefully wiped the sword body with a piece of wild boar oil, as if it were like Intimacy with lovers.

"Why are you Kurash ..."

"Is that girl pretty?" Kurash interrupted Omo before he finished. "But remember that it has nothing to do with you."

"Why?" Omar asked sullenly.

"Omo, you will become a learned person in the future, just like the stories said, writing poetry and painting can also write good music, and then you will be valued by the duke and even the king, and enter the court to stand out. One day you will become a big man, "Kurash said seriously." And I might be killed someday, or in the wilderness or on the battlefield, but no matter what, my fate will not be old. In the bed at home, so Omo, you are the hope of this family and I am not. What I should do is to help you realize what I said. "

"So you don't want to go, do you," Omo said somewhat, but still annoyed, "but they said you were a cartilage coward."

"You know I am not, right?" Seeing his brother nod, Kurash smiled and beckoned him to walk in front of him, and then raised his hand to pick up his brother's hair. "That's fine, I will always protect you , But you have to promise that I forgot that girl, you are different from her. "

Omar nodded a little bit hard, but after a little hesitation he finally couldn't help but asked: "Do you really think they can't beat the Ottomans?"

"How could it be done," Kurash said with a sneer sneer. "These people have never seen what the Ottoman army looks like. Perhaps some of them have dealt with the Ottomans. They even competed and won. , So they think that the heretics are not too great, but believe me, Omo, these people have never really seen the Sudanese army, which they can never imagine. "

Kurash's words made Omo's face worry. He looked at his brother, his lips kept moving but he didn't know what to say.

Finally, his mouth was tense, and he seemed to make up his mind secretly.

"Don't think about Omo, I won't go, I won't allow you to go," Kurash, who seems to have seen through his brother, pierced Omo's thoughts mercilessly. "I won't let you go stupid You have to know that most of those nobles do n’t know how powerful the Ottomans are, and how many of them have beaten Sudan. "

"Why, isn't it bad?" Omo asked puzzled.

"It depends on when the nobles are very cunning people, how could they willingly admit the status of a little girl, believe me Omo, the girl's situation is not good."

Omo looked at Kurash inexplicably, although he admired his brother, but sometimes he felt that he was useless except for violence, but now he was surprised to see a trace of what he had never seen before from his eyes. Have seen the depth and wisdom.

"So, what are we going to do next?" Although somewhat reluctant, Omo accepted his brother's reality.

"Now, we have to prepare for the sowing of spring wheat," Kurash stood up and set his sword aside casually, picking up a whip. "The **** pagans are probably lazy again, we have to visit them." "

Omo smiled, and he felt that sometimes Kurash was a little smart.

For example, the pagan slaves he brought back from the East, although the parish has urged him more than once to convert those slaves to Christ as soon as possible, Kurash has been looking for various reasons to delay this matter.

And the reason why he did this is because once those people converted to Christ, he had to give them back freedom, although these people will still be slaves to their family, but this is different from the slaves who control life and death by themselves. of.

Thinking of his brother's cleverness, Omo couldn't help but look towards the sword that Kurash seemed to randomly throw aside.

Against the background of the fire, Omo saw the blurry shadow reflected on Xueliang's sword.

The team leaving the Kurash family split into two teams at a fork in the road after traveling for a while.

Looking at the girl who was just watching him silently, the knight of Gilas bowed and saluted immediately, and then watched the girl go along a fork in the road surrounded by the knight of Zepez and his men.

"Sir, where are we going next?" Asked the embarrassed follower who was kicked into the pool by Kurash before. The thoughts in his eyes were so obvious, and the unrevealed revenge was completely exposed at this moment. come out.

"What are you doing?" Gilas glanced at his followers and saw the look on his face frown slightly. "Are you going to take revenge on that Kurash?"

"Isn't it adult?" The entourage asked unexpectedly.

"You are such a fool." Gilas shook his head and said that he felt it was time to change his followers, otherwise he would always make this guy follow him by mistake sooner or later.

Seeing that the entourage was still puzzled, Gilas thought it was better to make it clear to him, otherwise this guy might really trouble himself.

"Listen ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The princess has acquiesced to forgive that person before. If you go to his trouble again, it means you are contempt for the princess, so if you don't want to cause me trouble, just be honest."

The follower made an "Oh" sound, but then whispered to the master again:

"But lord, where did the princess come from? It is said that many people actually doubt her origin."

"Shut up, idiot," Gillas whispered to his entourage, and then he looked at himself in the distance, where he could no longer see the shadow of the team. "Sophia Alexandra Valleolo is Greek. Princess, as long as you know this is enough for many people. "

From the end of 1498, a message spread among the mountains of the Balkans.

The Greek princess, who inherited the Eastern Roman Empire, is convening her people and knights loyal to her in the land of Greece and the Balkans. She will lead her people to raise the banner to challenge the pagans.

In those rumors, it was a beautiful princess, a princess who was always silent, she had amazing beauty and brave courage, and she was surrounded by a group of warriors willing to allegiance to her.

Her figure appeared in many places, many people heard the news and even joined her army.

A force is gradually gathering around the Greek princess.

With this rumor, the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, the great Bayesert II finally ceased to be silent when he heard that the princess who had gathered a group of nobles and knights was preparing to convene a grand alliance in Bucharest At the meeting, Sudan finally decided to send troops to this city.

"Go forward, Bucharest!"

Countless people issued such orders at the end of the century at the last alternation.

It was at such a time that Alexander took his Montina army into the Balkans!