When Alexander mounted his horse, he hesitated, and finally looked back.

On the hillside behind her, Sophia was standing on a high place looking down, and when she met his gaze, Sophia's face immediately showed a look of hope, but then she showed disappointment.

Alexander ultimately did not agree to Sophia's request to follow him into the city of Rome.

Now that he had decided to do something after entering the city, Alexander naturally couldn't let Sophia take risks with him, and the food team outside the city also needed someone to preside, which made him even think about whether to take Uliu with him for a long time.

If it weren't for the status of the Ulliu Moors, Alexander would have preferred to leave him not alone.

In addition to the Moors, Nashan decided to follow Alexander into the city, which finally reassured Sophia a little, and Sophia had blind faith in her father, believing that there was no one in the world who could be more powerful than Nashan.

However, this is not because Sophia is too confident in her father, in fact, even Alexander has never seen a more powerful one than Nanashan.

On the road he had seen Nashan compete with others more than once, and it seemed that the Bohemians were always fond of provoking opponents who were stronger than themselves, and then establishing their prestige by defeating them, and in this respect they were quite similar to the gypsies.

Nathans was undoubtedly the target of their challenge, and the Bohemians had always challenged his authority, but the result was often a bloody beating.

Sometimes, when he saw Nasan cleanly clean up the bohemians who were provoking him, Alexander wondered if Nasan had deliberately provoked him, because he seemed to take pleasure in knocking his opponents to the ground with his saber every time.

In addition to Uliu and Nashan, Alexander selected a dozen men from among the Bohemians, and at the same time a group of people from the territory from the Agri musketeers.

These people have one thing in common, in addition to their superb knife skills, they are also very flexible in the use of firearms.

The selected Bohemians were each armed with two short muskets and a long flintlock musket, and although they had not yet had time to use them because of the more sophisticated craftsmanship, Alexander believed that the complex terrain of the streets and alleys of Rome and the power of the musketeers' intensive fire would not be easily defeated, even against many more enemies.

And as long as they were not cornered by the enemy, Alexander felt that Enathan's skills and Ulliu's cleverness would always find a way out of danger even if they encountered danger.

What's more, as he said before, Joanna was their key to the city of Rome.

Although Charles forced Alexander VI to put the crown of Naples on his head in a semi-forced manner, as soon as Charles left, Alexander VI immediately began to gather all the people he could gather against the French king.

It's just because of the unique position of the Pope, although he has long heard of Alexander VI's yin and yang violations, but Charles can only ignore it and secretly find a way to deal with the two-faced pope.

So when Joanna ordered someone to raise the flag of Naples, her team had just set off from the small town of Neraco and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

This concern culminated in the news of a Neapolitan general who had been stationed west of Rome, and when he saw that Wang Qi immediately led his men to shout "Long live the queen", Joanna was so excited that he ordered the team to stop, and then summoned the general, who had set out from the camp and had not traveled more than two miles.

The French were equally surprised by the appearance of Joanna's team, wondering whether they really did not know about the arrival of the former queen of Naples, or if they were completely pretending, and when the team came to the chest of the French as a position under the protection of the Neapolitan general with his soldiers, there were immediately numerous longbows, crossbows, and sparse firearms of different styles.

Looking at the muskets that were faintly visible and had very different appearances, Alexander knew that the muskets of this era were really not enough to be summed up by the word mess.

The Neapolitan general was brave, or rather somewhat unbelievable to Alexander, the Neapolitan soldier who was fighting against the French, holding the flag of the King of Naples, almost against the chest wall, shouted her title to Joanna to those inside, and then he planted the flag into the earth with all his might, and stopped in front of the French position, waiting intently for a response.

Then Alexander saw a general coming out of the French, and the two sides began to quarrel under all kinds of strong bows and crossbows and firearms.

During the quarrel, Alexander learned that the other party was a Piedmontese, although not really French, but the Piedmontese general appeared very active in the quarrel, and he kept correcting the Neapolitan statement, insisting that Charles was now the king of Naples, and Joanna had no right to claim to be the queen of Naples.

At the same time, he proudly declared that this was "the will of His Holiness the Pope".

This made Joanna extremely angry, and even Alexander, who was a little far away from her, could see the unspeakable ugliness on the face of the widowed queen sitting in the carriage, and if it weren't for the need to estimate her identity, or the fear that the muskets on the wall would suddenly shoot a projectile in her face, Joanna might have already exploded.

Alexander only thought it was somewhat strange.

The officers of the two warring parties, who were supposed to meet each other and drew their swords, were arguing about whether the queen of one of them could enter the enemy-occupied city, and looking at the two rivals who were arguing with red faces, Alexander suddenly saw a war in front of him, which was ridiculously ridiculous.

"If you enter the city, you must lower the flag of Naples, otherwise it is an insult and contempt to the king of the French who inherited the throne of Naples......"

"Her Majesty Joanna is a descendant of the noble royal family of Aragon who has ruled Naples since ancient times, and any denial of this fact is unpopular, I hope that Your Excellency will immediately restrain yourself from the precipice and do not continue to make such remarks that hurt the friendship of the royal families of both sides, otherwise you ......will bear all the consequences."

Looking at the two diplomatically gifted officers quoting scriptures and arguing with reason, Alexander couldn't help but look up overhead, the sun in the sky looked lazy at noon in late autumn, and it seemed that after a while, he couldn't help but fall from the west with a drowsy bang.

"We're going into the city," Alexander finally walked out of the procession, and as he uttered the first words, he heard the clashing of weapons from behind the breastwork opposite, and he could imagine that perhaps dozens of crossbow firearms were being aimed at him at this time. ”

"What did you say?"

The two noisy officers were taken aback, and they looked at Alexander at the same time, as if both were startled by his news.

On a battlefield, someone would be so surprised that several people died. Alexander tried to suppress the strange thought of such a reaction, and instead stared at the Piedmontese officer opposite.

"The Cardinal may think that it was because someone did not want His Majesty to enter the city that he sent someone to assassinate his men," Alexander said to the Piedmontese, "maybe you know something, or maybe this is your handiwork?" ”

"Are you insulting me?" The Piedmontese man took a step forward angrily, but was pressed to his chest by the Neapolitan who was standing opposite him: "What are you accusing me of being the murderer?" ”

"Or at least you want it to happen," Alexander, oblivious to the Piedmontese wrath, continued on his way until he came to the Piedmontese man, "of course it is not your own meaning, but perhaps you were instructed by someone, such as a noble lord, who did not want the queen to meet with the cardinal, so he stopped her by such a despicable means, and you were only a participant in it. ”

"You think I'll be involved in murder and tarnish my family's honor?" The Piedmontese officer gripped his sword: "Although this is a battlefield, I still have to duel with you." ”

Isn't it normal to fight duels when it's supposed to be peaceful, Alexander muttered in a low voice, looking at the Piedmont with the hilt of his sword, and when he was thinking about whether it was time to draw his musket, a loud shout came from behind him: "If it's going to be a duel, then let me see if your sword is sharp." ”

Nashan strode up, the tassels of his hat on his head and the gold rings on his ears dangling as he walked, and when he had his left hand fiddling with the handle of the saber at his waist, the tassels of his broad belt swayed with them, and he looked a little restless.

"A bohemia, are you going to have a bohemian fight for honor in your place?" The Piedmontese officer looked at Alexander in amazement, as if he couldn't understand what the man was trying to do: "If I kill him, will you admit the insult to me and accept my punishment for you?" ”

Alexander nodded silently, he was already a little bored by this time.

So when the Piedmontese proudly declared their family title and drew their sword to teach the obnoxious Bohemian a lesson, Alexander could not help but shake his head slightly as he saw Nashan suddenly quicken his pace.

The Piedmontese sword had only had time to reach half the height, and Nashan, who had been holding the hilt of the sword in his backhand, had suddenly rushed towards him, and then in the midst of the Piedmontese's frightened screams, Nashan's hand holding the hilt quickly pulled outward, and as a cold light flashed from his neck, the Piedmontese let out a painful rumbling sound in his throat, and with the sharp pain coming from his neck, his body went limp, and he fell to his knees.

This scene caused confusion among the French behind the breastwork, and it was not until Nathan picked up the kneeling Piedmontese chin with his unsheathed saber that the French realized that the man had not been killed.

"It's so simple," Nashan didn't care about the weapons aimed at him, he bent slightly to look at the Piedmontese, who was already pale with fright, and couldn't make a sound because of the pain from the hilt of the knife, "I thought you could hold on a little longer." ”

The Piedmontese kept pointing at their throats, but for a moment they could only make strange hoarse sounds.

"If you don't want to be like this, it's good for you to use some olive oil, eat less meat and muffins or something," Nashan kindly admonished, before asking, "So can we go over now?" ”

The Piedmontese man waved his arms and looked at him with a look of pain that he didn't know what to say, and Alexander walked up to him.

"Her Majesty Joanna is going to enter Rome in the name of the Queen of Naples, and this is the right of God to her, just as I have the right to punish you, and you are now my captive."

"Maybe we should be careful of the Gajs behind the wall," Nashan said as he looked around, apparently not as relaxed as he seemed, "young man, if we hadn't been killed this time, I would have reconsidered whether or not to marry my daughter to you, I'm starting to think it's not a good idea now." ”

"Don't worry, we won't be killed here," Alexander said slowly, walking towards the chest wall, "Do you think these people who stopped us for the sake of a banner and not for the sake of our enemies, would they dare to shoot at a queen?" ”

As he spoke, Alexander slowly walked over to the royal banner that had been planted on the ground earlier, and then pulled it from the ground under the gaze of everyone.

"Follow me," Alexander said in a low voice to the man behind him, "tell our people, put away your weapons but don't be afraid." ”

With that, he began to walk along the breastwork.

The Neapolitan convoy began to move slowly, and Joanna looked palely at the breastwork that was getting closer and closer, although she did not think that any Frenchman would dare to openly attack her carriage, but she could not help but tremble with nervousness as she looked at the weapons that were becoming more and more clear.

Do you really want to just enter Rome?

Is it bravery or recklessness, or is it simply humiliation?

The queen of Naples didn't know how to describe how she felt now, and although the Aragon emblem in front of her seemed to be guiding the whole procession, she was now feeling a little less glorious.

Joanna couldn't help but clench the bag in her hand, although she had known the importance of the letter inside, but now she grabbed the bag containing the letter, as if she was grasping the last straw.

When the convoy passed the road between the breastwork, Alexander turned and jumped on his horse.

"In the name of Joanna of Aragon," he said, carrying his banner and riding forward, "Long live the Kingdom of Naples!" ”