In the weather of January, the ground was frozen hard, and with a hoe down, only a few pieces of broken soil could be gouged up, but there was not even a shallow pit on the ground.

An old man hunched his waist and laboriously lifted his tool and smashed it to the ground, as if he had a grudge against the land in front of him, but it was all in vain, and it seemed that he couldn't do anything on such a cold day.

A glimmer of light flashed in the gloomy sky, and the long-lost sunlight showed a little shadow from the clouds, but then it was blocked by dark clouds, and it was cold again when it was just a little warm, so that the old man who was working with a hoe couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Grandpa, look!" A child who was helping to turn the soil in the field suddenly screamed, pointing to the distance.

The old man straightened up and looked in the direction his grandson pointed, and soon saw a string of small shadows running towards them.

"Work, don't be nosy." The old man scolded, lowered his head and continued to work in the field.

There have been too many people coming and going in this place, especially in this place, and I don't know how those big people have all looked at this poor and remote place, and it's either you or me fighting for it.

Speaking of which, the old man doesn't remember that he has paid taxes to several masters, if it weren't for the fact that this place is a rare good land to grow crops, or this non-stop tax, their family might be hungry this year.

The land is a good thing, turn over the soil and plant the seeds, and you will have a good harvest next year.

The old man didn't know why those big men were fighting for it, probably for the land, but how much land it had to be for those people to fight like that.

The old man's eldest son was requisitioned to follow a master to fight, and then he hasn't come back yet, and he doesn't know if he can come back, and the younger son is still alive and wants to be a soldier, because it is said that he can make a lot of money in that way, don't you know that land is the foundation of life?

The old man took out the jug hanging from his waist, took a sip, and handed it to his grandson who came over.

Although the boy took the jug, his eyes kept staring at the cavalry that was getting closer and closer in the distance, and then he opened his mouth slightly as if he had seen something strange, and at the same time vigorously tugged at the corner of his grandfather's clothes, motioning for him to take a look.

The old man didn't really pay attention to the cavalry, but he knew that it was best to keep his head down and work at this time, because if he saw too much, he might invite trouble.

Now that his grandson had been pulling at his clothes, he couldn't help but look up, or look as if he had done something wrong.

Looking at it this way, the old man knew why his grandson was like that.

The cavalry was well-dressed, and at first glance it was not a team, and it seemed that their banners were coming from many different places, which was nothing, and to the surprise of the old man, he actually saw a woman in the team.

The old man had seen a lot of people, so at a glance he knew that these were murderous characters who did not blink an eye, and from the fierce figure and hideous demeanor, he could know that they were not good people, so when they rushed into the field quickly, and even stepped on a few pockets that the old man put on the edge of the ground, and the winter seeds in them were sprinkled all over the ground, the old man did not show a little dissatisfaction, but just dragged his grandson hard to prevent him from moving.

But the cavalry stopped in front of them, and a man with a dusty face urged his horse to take two steps forward to the old man, and asked with white breath in his mouth, "Does the Khulash of Kachulica live here?" ”

The old man nodded, he knew that the Knight of Kulash that this person was talking about was the lord of their family and several nearby villages now, and speaking of which, this Knight Knight of Kulash had been the master of the village for the longest time, because most of those lords had either been driven away or killed if they had not confiscated the rent for the previous two years.

But Master Kulash has been in this village for almost 5 years, and although some people have come to find fault, they have all been taught a hard lesson by him, some have escaped, and some have simply lost their lives.

Perhaps the Knight of Kulash had killed too many people, and there was a rumor in the village that the wailing of the dead could be heard from the side of the Kulash mansion every night.

Of course, the old man will not be okay to say this to these people, if they are friends with the master of Kulash, then they are saying bad things about the master, if they are enemies, they will not listen to them and think that he is helping the master to intimidate them.

"The old man is in his own house, just past that mountain," the old man pointed to the distance, and then added carefully, "but the old man is Lakush, not from Kachulica." ”

"Of course you don't know who he is."

The man turned his horse's head back to his companions, and he said something first, and then whispered two words to the woman with her head and face tightly covered.

The old man looked at it curiously, although it was tightly wrapped, they could still see that it should be a young woman, it was very strange to see such a young woman with such a group of people in this kind of place, and she seemed to be very valued by these people, which made the old man and grandson couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

The man shouted, but just as the group seemed to move on, the woman suddenly stepped out of the procession, and she led her horse forward to the old man's grandson, who thought for a moment and turned back to make a gesture to a man under his anxious gaze.

The man shook his head a little helplessly, but he still followed and took out a gold coin from his leather bag and threw it to the old man.

"This is the seed that you stepped on," the man looked at the woman with a look of "okay".

The young woman nodded silently, then returned to look at the old man, and then pulled the reins back into the group.

Seeing the team disappear into the distance quickly, the old man looked at the gold coin in his hand, a gold Ginni, which was a good thing.

The old man put the gold coin in his mouth and bit it hard, looking at the shallow tooth marks on it and smiling.

"It's real gold coins," said the old man to his grandson, for he had not expected to encounter a good thing on such a cold day, and although it was a pity that the seeds were trampled on, the gold coins were enough to offset the loss.

"Grandpa, have you noticed, that woman's eyes are so beautiful." The grandson was stunned and looked at the disappearing backs of the group of people, with a look of longing, "I don't know if she is so good-looking in other places except for her eyes." ”

"Don't think about it, stupid boy, that kind of girl is not something we can think about, you just stay at home and farm, don't be like your uncle."

The old man paused suddenly, then turned abruptly to look in the direction in which the group of centaurs had disappeared.

"Speaking of your uncle, it seems that when he went out the other day, he said that he was going to find an errand with the Knight of Lakush, God forbid them not to find fault."

The Knight of Kulash of Kachulica was the owner of the land, but as the old man said, the locals only knew about Knight Rakush, and not much about where he came from.

But when he came to the land with a reward document bearing the king's seal, it was the most chaotic period here.

With the invasion of the Ottomans in the early years, lords and knights from many places participated in the wars against the infidels.

As a result, the vast majority of them did not return, and the aristocratic lords who were lucky enough to survive or did not go at all began to take advantage of the opportunity to annex the ownerless land, from quietly tearing down the boundary monuments of the neighbors and moving them to simply openly taking some of the land that had lost its owner as their own.

The Knight of Lakush had a certificate of the king's reward, but when he arrived, he found that the land that was supposed to be given to him had long since been swallowed up by a local nobleman.

So the knight of Lakush went to the nobleman to reason, and the result was that he ended up sticking the man's head into a stake in the land that belonged to him and making a boundary marker.

It seems cruel, even a little pagan.

But it was evident that this was a great deterrent, and at least the Knight of Lakush had a smooth succession to the land, until the nobleman's relatives heard about it and took revenge.

This shows the strength of the Knight of Lakush, he has defeated several groups of enemies who have come to seek revenge, and his methods are also very cruel, except for those who are lucky enough to escape or do not die on the spot, in battle he always uses the most ferocious means to kill the enemy to pieces, and the terrible misery of the dead makes his enemies and the tenants of his land very frightened.

However, since the arrival of the Knight of Lakush, the land has been quiet for a few days, at least for several years, and it has not been necessary to be told from time to time that the owner has changed again.

As for the knights' lords who came to the door to fight and kill, it had nothing to do with the locals.

As the old man said, Lakush lived in a house behind the mountain in this wasteland, and there were opinions as to whether it was a big house or not, at least in the eyes of many of these visitors, this was a poor and remote country, and if it were not for the fact that they were looking for this one called Lakush, they would not have suffered this sin in such a cold weather.

The so-called big mansion is actually a few small wooden houses, and there is a wooden fence outside the house, which seems to be used to protect against wild boars, and from the gap in the wall, you can see that there should be a platform inside, and the people inside stand on it to defend against foreign enemies.

Walking into the courtyard, you can see the whole house, and looking through the open door to the main hall, you can see a large hearth in the center of the hollowed-out wooden floor, and the roaring fire in it reflects the shaking shadows of the pillars supporting the house.

A man with a thick fur and shoulders slowly walked out of the house, his burly figure with long hair draped over his shoulders, and a wine jug with a missing mouth in his hand as he walked and drank it in sip.

"Is there anything you can do?" The man asked vaguely, judging from his drunken and hazy appearance, he probably couldn't distinguish the appearance of these people in front of him at all.

"Kurash of Kachulica?" The man who asked for directions slowly came out of the line, looked at the drunken man in front of him, and picked the fur hat on his head with a horsewhip, "Tell me that you are Kulash?" ”

"Yes, I'm Kulash," the drunkard poured a sip of wine into his mouth, leaned over to the man, and looked up at him, "Is there anything wrong, sir?" ”

Ignoring the man's exaggerated sarcasm, the man on the horse led the horse around the drunken man standing on the ground in a slow circle.

When he returned to the drunkard, the man said coldly: "Kulash of Kachulica, in the name of the true master of Greece, you have been drafted into the army to fight against the Ottomans, take your men and weapons, and prepare to fight for the king." ”

The man was about to turn his horse's head back into the group, but an abrupt voice stopped him.

"Nope."

The sound is simple and crisp, without any hesitation.

The man took the reins of the horse and paused, and he slowly led the horse forward to the drunkard, first looked at him, and then asked calmly, "What did you just say?" ”

"I said, no."

The drunk replied nonchalantly, and raised his hand to take a sip of wine as he spoke.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, his horsewhip was slightly held in his hand, and suddenly with the wrist raised, the horsewhip slashed towards the drunken man with a chilling wind and scream!

But the man apparently underestimated the drunkard in front of him, who seemed to be unable to even stand on his feet, and just halfway through his whip, his wrist was firmly grasped, and the drunkard's other hand flew up to his waist!

Before the knight could comprehend, as a bright light passed, the saber at his waist had been pulled out of the scabbard by the drunk, and the sharp and cold tip of the sword instantly pressed against his throat!

There was a cry of surprise from the people behind, and some of them drew their weapons, and by this time the drunkard had already pulled the knight off his horse.

The sword in his hand pressed tightly against the knight's neck, and he spat wine from his mouth and looked at the group in front of him with playful eyes.

"Listen, I have done my duty for the king, and I promise that I have fought more battles than any of you, so don't bother me, I don't want to kill for anything but myself, so get out of my land."

"Let go of Lord Lord immediately," an attendant brandished a weapon as if to save his master, but he had just rushed to the front, but because he saw the sword hanging on his master's neck, he couldn't help but hesitate, just in this moment, the drunk man had already taken the opportunity to suddenly move forward with his sword, in the screams of the attendant, his wrist had been smashed by the drunk man with the spine of the sword, while his weapon fell to the ground, his body bent down, the drunk man raised his leg and kicked the attendant on the shoulder, Kicked him backwards and rolled him into a pool of frozen water in the yard.

"Look at you fools, you still want to fight the Ottomans, and the old people who are waiting to die at home are stronger than you." The drunkard pressed his sword against the knight's neck again, causing those who tried to rush up to the knight's point of stopping, "Listen to me, don't bother me again, or I won't be polite." ”

The drunk man said as he bent over to pick up the bottle that had been thrown on the floor.

"Bang!" A sound that seemed to be a bowstring came from the opposite side, and at the same time, a cold wind came towards you!

The drunken man instantly and vigilantly dragged the knight back, and then he saw a black shadow hit the wine bottle with a crisp "pop".

In an instant, the bottle was torn apart.

Kulash looked up in astonishment, the years of life and death no longer frightened him, but he was a little curious, if he was not mistaken, the one who shot such an accurate arrow seemed to be the conspicuous young woman among them.

Or should I say that it was a girl, because even though she was dressed in thick clothes and her face was tightly wrapped, Kulash could still tell that she was not very old.

The girl slowly urged her horse forward, and immediately someone followed closely behind her.

"Ha, a girl, this is really rare, the Ottomans have scared you so much that you have to recruit women now?"

"Shut your foul mouth," the knight struggled with the sword against his throat, "she is your master, and you must bow down to her." ”

"My master is God," Kulash tugged hard at the knight's collar, "and if you're not honest, I'll let you go to my master now." ”

"Yes, then I'm going to see how the Knight Kulash, who is said to have killed 100 Ottomans, killed me," the knight struggled twice more without fear, but was instantly dizzy when Kulash struck the back of the neck with the hilt of his sword.

"He's right," said the retinue-like man who followed the girl, leading the horse forward, and came to a stop next to the girl, "She is your master, and you should honor her as your lord." ”

"What are you kidding?"

Kulash looked at the men in front of him with some confusion, and only then did he notice the flags held by the soldiers behind the group.

"Yubia, Savitis, Thrace, and Transylvania," Kulash unexpectedly saw several flags among those flags that he did not expect, and what really surprised him was that among them there was a flag that was both strange and familiar.

The gold and white cross on a red background and the distinctive two-headed eagle emblem stunned Kulash, who swore he was not mistaken, but he could not understand why the flag appeared in his yard.

"Kulash of Kachulica, in front of you is a descendant of the Roman Empire, the bloodline of the last Eastern Roman Emperor Constantine XI in this world, the successor of the Emperor of Constantinople and the Romans." The man said and looked at the girl next to him.

Under Kulash's stunned gaze, the girl took off the scarf wrapped around her face.

A healthy, ivory-skinned face appeared in front of the knight.

A pair of very large and beautiful eyes stared fixedly at the knight standing in front of him,

"Sofia Alexandra Valleolo," the man announced aloud to Kuraš, who was already a little overwhelmed, "before you is proof of Roman legitimacy, as the knight of Djilas said, she is your sovereign, and you should call her your master." ”