Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

Doing such a thing is a pleasure to be heard in this era.

From the pilgrimage road leading to the Holy Land of the East, to the busy commercial waterways on the sea, wherever wealth and prosperity can be brought, there is always a "businessman" who has no capital to buy and sell.

Many people who have a good reputation in their hometowns become terrible robbers when they arrive in foreign countries, and some noble nobles don't mind coming to visit the cut-off villains who robbed the road.

Even for a long period of time, the navy, which is the national orthodox army, also served as a pirate at the same time. This was not only for looting and making money, but also for the purpose of combating the economic and commercial purposes of the enemy.

So when I saw the Montina army, the travel team did not relax at all because they saw their flags and uniforms of obviously the same standard. On the contrary, there was a more horrible cry from the team.

Robbers are still different from the army. If it is possible to deal with the tough and cruel robbers, even the most incompetent army of robbers is more terrible than robbers.

Because the robbers may only be seeking money, and the army will often kill people to protect their so-called honors and reputations.

There was a gunshot in the convoy, although there was no threat from far away, but the gunshot caused the guards to be alert.

Following Busako's order, the hunting guards quickly spread out from the column towards the ends. The sound of the muskets rose one after another, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the team below the **** that had not yet formed a car array.

The opponent apparently also noticed the movements of the hunting guards, centering on the smoke rising after the gunshot, the crowd in the team dispersed in the incomplete car array.

Alexander watched the team carefully. He noticed that as the scout said, the team seemed to carry a lot of weight and cages. From the perspective of the weight of the carriages that were difficult to push together, if the car was not full If people are lost, then the things above are really rich.

A few sounds could be seen vaguely running between the gaps in the carriage, and the light of the armor flashed. It was clear that these people had armed guards, as evidenced by the gunshot.

"Master, it looks fat."

Bohemian scouts have greed in his eyes. He knows that his master is not a pedantic person. In the previous battles, he never stopped the looting of the captives, even the hang of the captives in private. Nothing happened, and Alexander did not show much disgust.

"Do you want to make this ticket?" Alexander looked at the scout next to him.

"This is God's opportunity for us to make a fortune." Scout said quickly.

"If God wants me to hang you on the carriage opposite, I will be very willing to obey this will."

Alexander said a playful self-proclaimed humor, and then moved forward slowly as the scout became sad.

On both sides of him, hunting guards followed.

The horse's hoof stepped out a soot on the slope. From a distance, it looked like a high, rugged gray wall.

When the team came to a place not far from the opposite side, with another gunshot, the wall-mounted cavalry team also just stopped.

This distance is beyond the range of the musket, looking at the car array opposite, the hunting guard was silent.

A suffocating silence shrouded between the two sides for a while.

"In the name of God, I'm going to speak with your leader!" A rough, strangely accented shout came from the opposite car array, followed by a rather strong figure in the gap between the two carriages There was a flash, and then a man in half-armor jumped out of the gap and stood on the open space in front.

It was a tall man with some long hair hanging down behind him, he did not take a weapon, but the two swords at the waist looked quite conspicuous.

The man looked at the rather strange cavalry in the distance. Although he could not recognize the origin of the team, the strange way of traveling of the cavalry team surprised him. pressure.

This man thinks he has some insights. He has not only seen the bohemian cavalry, but also the bravery and keenness of the Ottoman cavalry, and even the brutal and terrible of the Tatar cavalry in the east.

But he had never seen such a cavalry.

The difference between these cavalry and other cavalry when they are in the distance is trot. This purpose is obviously to save the horse's physical strength and prepare for the final charge.

But unlike other cavalrymen, not only did he not see the common cavalry from these cavalrymen, but even more strange is that these cavalrymen were not in the shape of cones of ordinary assaults, but in the same level as never seen before. The unfolding wall moves forward.

What surprised the man was that these cavalrymen were not holding long swords and scimitars, but muskets that also shone in the sun.

It can be seen that the cavalrymen were aiming at the convoy with a rather eccentric left arm in front of them, and the musket of the right hand on the arm.

The appearance of such a strange army made this person feel inexplicably uneasy, not to mention the strange military uniforms on them, which increased the tension.

"I am the Knight of Moleco in the Principality of Caniola and I want to know who I am talking to!"

Despite the nervousness, the man shouted bravely, and he even walked a few steps forward, and at the same time opened two thick arms, as if telling the other he was harmless.

Although the opponent's team looks weird, this knight still believes that his reputation can make the opponent scrupulous.

After all, when mentioning the Knight of Moleco in the Principality of Caniora, many people think of those immortal legends and stories.

It's a pity that the Cavaliers' ideas are destined to be disappointed. When he reported his name, he didn't see the kind of turbulent scene that often appeared in the past. Except for a person who slowly walked out of the opposing team, everything seemed to be So calm.

Obviously, the other party either did not know him at all, or was not scared by his reputation.

"I'm the guard captain Busaco of Lord Montina," Busaco looked at the knight who claimed to be Moleco from afar. Obviously this person was very confident in his name, otherwise he would not be reported in the newspaper. After the name, he raised his head proudly, but it was not important for Busako. In his opinion, even if this person had enough power to hit 10 people, he could not compete with a musket.

The appearance of muskets has indeed changed too many things. The powerful knights who could have been on the battlefield before are still archers who have been training for many years. They may be shot directly by a musketeer who has only been trained for a few months. Lecco's knights, who might have been awe-inspiring characters, were often vulnerable in front of the muskets.

"Count Montina?" The knight was stunned. He had to say that he had never heard of the count's reputation. He thought he should be a little nobleman in a country, but looking at the army in the distance, he again I think it's unlikely.

And according to the report of the scouts sent to the front to find the way, there seems to be a whole army behind the opponent.

"My lord is the master of Romagna's Montina and Napoli's Agrig." Busaco also raised his jaw slightly, and in his view the knight of the Principality of Canola was a countryman with little knowledge.

Compared with the Italian nobles he had seen before, the little Principality of the Balkans became insignificant in the eyes of Busako.

Sure enough, when he heard these two places, the knight's face changed slightly.

Even though I still do n’t know where Montina and Agrig are, but Romagna and Naples know, especially the Kingdom of Naples. For these knights far away in the Balkans, those places are as far away as they are in the sky. Mysterious again.

"Have you come from Rome?"

At last, the Knight of Moleco jumped out in a dull voice. When he saw Busako nodded, he could not help but secretly protruded with a deep breath.

Although they were secretly worried because they were still unsure of the origin of these people, but at least knowing that these people are from Rome, then they might not do terrible things.

But despite this thinking, the Cavaliers were still watching the distant team with vigilance. He knew that the team behind him might have difficulty resisting this strange-looking army, but out of responsibility, he could not do his best to protect it. The team behind him.

"The Earl's army is behind," Busako finally said a little impatiently. After seeing the stunned expression on the face of the knight, he continued. "We are going to Hungary. Believe me. We are not malicious to you. Know that we have 4000 people."

The Cavaliers just froze for a moment, and then his shoulders collapsed, because with Busako's words, he also saw a series of figures appearing on the **** behind the team.

As the arrogant man named Busako said in front of him, it was an army!

Their convoy may be able to resist robbers and a few soldiers, but it is impossible for them to fight against an army.

Especially when looking at a team of soldiers who seemed to be able to walk from the slope, the Knight of Moleko wisely chose to give up unnecessary hostility.

"I'm a knight in front of the main hall of Caniola," Knight Moleko introduced himself to Busako, but his purpose was obviously not just this. Looking at the army in the distance, the knight looked a little deeper. Saying solemnly, "I hope to see your lord."

Busako nodded slightly. He didn't mind taking this person to see the adults. He could see that this knight was not the highest-ranking team in this team. Then this person should be the leader of the team.

Who is in this convoy of the principality of Caniola?

Busako glanced at the team a little curiously, and then motioned the knight to follow him towards the line of hunting guards.

The team behind him had begun to move down the slope, which caused the team's nervousness, and the Morocco knight felt this uneasy. His feet accelerated, and even came to Alexandria faster than Busaco riding a horse before.

"I believe you should be the respected Earl of Montina," looking at Alexander, who was dressed differently from others, the Knight of Moleco was anxious to speak first. "Please bind your army as a noble, not against the Grand Duke's convoy Any unreasonable behavior. "

"Can I think this is suggesting that my soldiers are all robbers?" Alexander looked at the knight, who seemed to be a little angry, and wondered why the other party was so anxious.

"Sorry Earl, if my words offend you, I am willing to accept an apology, if you feel that this is unforgivable, I am willing to be punished, but for your own reputation, please restrain your army not to make any unreasonable actions, I will do it for you Of kindness prays to God. "

The Morocco knight was so upright and even a little too candid, which aroused Alexander's interest. He pondered a little, and then bent down slightly with his elbows against the saddle and looked down. The knight standing in front of him and looking up at him asked : "Tell me, who is in the team?"

The knight had a struggling look on his face, but looking at the army behind Alexander, he finally spit out his teeth and said, "It is Princess Alexandra Co. Caniola, the only daughter of the Grand Duke, we Going to Ljubljana. "

Hearing the knight's words, Alexander, slightly surprised, couldn't help but looked up at the convoy, looking at the trance flashing between the carriages, he suddenly smiled slightly.

"Busak, tell Gompati to let him restrain the army," Alexander turned back to the guard captain. "And told him that I'm going to see the princess."

Talking to Alexander, he gestured to the Knight of Moleco.

"I hope to see the princess," Alexander looked at the knight as if hesitant. "Coincidentally, we may still be on the way."

The look on the face of the Knight of Morocco changed slightly, and he knew what Alexander said.

Obviously, this army from Italy is also going to Ljubljana, which makes him wonder whether the encounter with this army is a blessing or a curse.

The emergence of the Montina army has completely lost the resistance of the entire convoy and the Knights of Moleco. Their eyes are just looking at the distance through the gap of the carriage. It seems that at this moment it is just desperately waiting for the trial of fate. .

It wasn't until the Knight of Moleco walked towards them with two people that people suddenly became commotion.

The people stared at the approaching people with suspicion and vigilance. When they came to the front of the carriage, a young man suddenly jumped out of a carriage and stood in front of the Knight of Moleco.

"Be careful, Jiali," the knight warned slightly nervously, and saw the young count behind him seemingly lifeless, and then instructed "to tell the princess's maid, the nobleman from Naples to see the princess."

The young man looked at Alexander suspiciously, and immediately ran to the team.

"It seems that your journey is not smooth."

Alexander looked at the people who slowly came out of the team, and he noticed that some of them seemed to be injured.

"This is not a very peaceful year," the Knight of Moleko said helplessly. "In addition to the princess team, there are some merchants and pilgrims who walked with us. It is very stupid to go out alone at this time."

Alexander nodded. He knew that the Knight of Moleco was right. Traveling in Italy is like an adventure. As for the distant Balkan mountains, traveling alone can only be described as stupid.

The waiting time was slightly longer. When the Cavaliers apologized to Alexander for the second time, the young man named Jiali finally came out from behind a carriage.

He nodded to the Knight of Moleko before bowing to Alexander: "Sir, Your Highness is already waiting for you."

Alexander nodded forward. He noticed that there was a trace of tension on the face of the Knight of Morocco, but when he walked around the carriage under the guidance of the Knight and saw the two people behind the car, Alexander couldn't help but slightly stunned.

The princess, in countless knight novels and legendary myths, is always portrayed as an almost unrealistic image.

Youth, beauty, dignity and elegance are all things that a princess should have. Without these characteristics, you cannot assume the identity of a princess.

So when Alexander saw a woman with gray hair and wrinkles on her face clearly visible in front of him, he was somewhat surprised.

In front of this woman, there is dignity and elegance, but the youth cannot see the shadow at all.

As for beauty, it may have existed 20 years ago, but now with the passage of time, it is clearly no longer there.

It's just that although the Knight of Morocco didn't introduce ~ www.ltnovel.com ~, Alexander would not admit the wrong person, because from the dress, he obviously would not confuse this elderly woman with the young maid beside her.

But what attracted Alexander's attention was not the appearance of the princess and the "conventional" image, but the dress that looked quite surprising on her body.

A long, embroidered skirt covered the princess's already blessed body. The fabric of the skirt was thick enough to withstand the cold winter wind.

The patterns on the skirt looked rather cumbersome, and when Alexander looked closely, he was a little surprised to find that many of the flowers and leaves on those patterns were actually inlaid with precious stones.

A very loose belt just hangs decoratively around the waist, and at the bottom of the dangle, a dazzling ruby ​​sparkling cannot help but attract people's attention, and around the belt, it is also inlaid with a circle of each All kinds of emeralds look very precious and large agate with a semi-translucent yellowish luster.

This is a very gorgeous princess, although she looks young and absent, but the jewelry on her body still sets off her seemingly graceful and noble.

"The Count from Rome?" The princess took a step forward when he saw Alexandria. "This is a miracle. There are people who will come here. We thought God had abandoned us. After all, the pagans had put too many people on. Frightened, no one wants to help us at this time. "

Hearing the princess seemed to be full of sarcasm, Alexander, who was about to bow down, looked slightly surprised.

"Please don't be so surprised by the count, you know that even me is a victim of this fear," said the princess, making a gesture to the team. "You probably don't know, I am a gift to Sultan Ottoman."