Nathan half-crouched in front of a French cavalryman who had fallen to the ground and had broken his neck before he could charge.

The poor Frenchman lay on his back on the ground, as he had struck a stone, and looked very strange as if he were a bulging bulge, and his head was tilted to the side in an impossible shape, so that one would know that it was not possible for a living man to do it.

The French had been stripped of his armor by the Bohèmes, and even the slightly better shirt he wore underneath, so he was now shirtless, and in the light of the fire, his skin looked covered with large bruises, the scars from the time he had hit the ground before he died.

Graves were already being dug in the distance, and it was the duty of the victorious side to bury the bodies of the dead on both sides after the war.

Of course, this is not so much merciful as it is the fear of a plague.

More than a century later, the Black Death still fears Europeans.

Bohemians are brave and greedy, and they will strip the dead of everything of value, even a belt or boots that look like they can wear.

The Frenchman was fortunate enough to keep his trousers, but it was not that the bohemians took pity on him, but that the man seemed to be suffering from some very unseemly disease.

The French during the occupation of Naples were undoubtedly devastating to Naples, but the French themselves paid the price for this action, and it is said that because of the filthy life, many French soldiers contracted venereal diseases, which had a great impact on Charles's army, and even once the French lost several key battles in a row due to the lack of healthy soldiers.

Even in the Battle of Foodino, there was a French general who fell off his horse in front of the king because of a hidden disease, which made Charles, who was exhausted at that time, almost mad with anger.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Nashan turned back to see Alexander walking by.

"I should congratulate you, lad," Nashan said to Alexander, "and this victory is enough for you to brag about for a while." ”

"It's your victory," Alexander shook his head disapprovingly, "my Agri almost broke down after only a little time against the French, and I still wonder if the Bohemians had come a little later, maybe I might have died." ”

"Don't be so depressed young man," Nashan comforted Alexander, "you lead only a group of peasants and not real soldiers, and the Bohemians spend more time on horses than you walk on the ground, and believe me, the peasants who have seen blood will become useful soldiers as long as they don't die, and then they will be useful to you." ”

Alexander looked at Nashan with some surprise, he didn't expect Nashan to suddenly comfort him, he had been mercilessly sarcastic about the Agri.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm not lying," Nashan said, with a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, as if hesitating but a little scrupled, until Alexander looked at him silently, and waited for him to speak, he said in a tone that could not hide his excitement, "Don't you think this is an opportunity, young man?" ”

"Opportunity?"

"Yes, chance," Nashan said, with an excited look on his face, "I noticed the French, except for the cavalry, their infantry was a herd of lambs to be slaughtered, and even their cavalry didn't seem so terrible. As he spoke, he picked up a branch from the ground, picked open the French soldier's trousers, and saw Alexander's disgusting expression, and the gypsy laughed, "See, young man, these French people are like scarecrows in clothes, they look very imposing, but they actually fall down when they touch them." ”

"But these guys who fell down at the slightest touch almost killed all my people." Alexander smiled bitterly, the threat posed by the French soldiers to the Agri made him unforgettable, although as Nashan said, as long as he did not die, he would become a useful soldier, but this battle still made Alexander reconsider the strength of the French, or all the armies of the countries that are currently on the Italian peninsula.

Because he doesn't know when or with whom he might become enemies.

"It's not like you, is it just this time that scares you?" Nashan was a little strange, of course he didn't know what Alexander was thinking, seeing that Alexander's self-confidence seemed to be greatly shaken after this battle, Nashan shook his head, "If you only have this ability, I really don't know if you should be happy, after all, it is not a bad thing if you are willing to go home with Sophia honestly." ”

Alexander looked at Nashan, he knew that this seemingly upright gypsy was actually much more cunning than many people, although this cunning would not be used on him, but he still asked vigilantly: "What are you going to say, Nashan, I can see that you must have something in mind." ”

"It's not an idea, it's thinking about how to get rich, don't you think there's such a good opportunity to make a fortune waiting for us, young man." Nashan took Alexander's shoulders and walked slowly towards the camp, by which time everyone had regrouped in the camp except for the Bohemians who were on guard in the distance, and a scream of pain drifted in the wind, which made Alexander shudder slightly.

Countless war epics always eulogize the magnificence of war and the glory of the victors, but they all intentionally or unconsciously avoid the disasters brought about by war and the terrible aftermath that comes with it.

The plague that the dead may cause, and the fate of the wounded who are almost impossible to survive because they cannot be effectively treated, all of these made Alexander deeply experience the insignificance and helplessness of living in this era and facing fate.

On the contrary, Nashan, when he saw the fire burning the corpses, his eyes jumped with excitement, and if he didn't know what he should have found from these dead people, Alexander might even wonder if he was a little crazy.

But Nashan's next words immediately made him feel that his old man was really crazy.

"How far will it be from here to Rome?" Nashan asked excitedly, and without waiting for Alexander to answer, he continued: "Just go over this valley, I have been to Rome, although I have not taken this road, but I know that we are not far from Rome." ”

Seeing that Alexander had not yet understood, Nashan simply continued in one breath: "Don't you think this is an opportunity, these French are so weak, even these farmers of yours can resist them for so long, if they are facing an army, they will definitely be crushed in one blow, don't you think about becoming the first to storm the city of Rome?" ”

Alexander looked at Nashan in amazement, he didn't expect that his old father-in-law would have such a crazy idea.

Attack Rome? That's crazy, isn't it?

Not to mention how funny it is to attack the city of Rome, which is guarded by the French, with the little force at hand, just think about Modillo's purpose, if Modillo knew that he was attacking the French against his will, not to mention whether the cheap uncle would support him, the seemingly intimate but extremely fragile relationship between them would be completely broken in an instant.

And Alexander now needs to maintain the current relationship with Modillo, which is suspicious of each other, but can take advantage of each other.

What's more, it's simply unrealistic!

Not to mention that he was leading such a small group of peasants who were not even real soldiers to attack the French, who had lived through the Hundred Years' War, and even thinking about the formidable deep walls of Rome, Alexander felt that Nathan's mind seemed to be wrong.

"Do you think I'm crazy?" Nashan looked at Alexander with amusement, "Don't look at me like that, I know what I'm talking about, and I'm not crazy enough to think that you can do it with your people," Speaking of this, Nashan looked at the shadows that flickered in the darkness in the distance from time to time, and his eyes narrowed slightly, which reminded Alexander of the way Sophia would look every time she wanted to do something, "Even Bohemians can't do it, the walls of Rome are too thick, and it is impossible to storm that city without tens of thousands of people." ”

"So don't think about those meaningless things anymore," Alexander secretly sighed with relief, he himself thought it was a little strange how he really worried about Nashan's absurd ideas, after all, it was more funny than pure whimsy, "We had better be prepared before waiting for the French to deliver the ransom, so as to prevent them from going back on their word." Saying that, Alexander looked at Nashan, "I'd be grateful if you would help me train some of those Agri, and I can pay for that." ”

"How much can you pay me?" Nashan looked at Alexander with amusement, "I don't think you're a lord of the Gaj, but a merchant, and although I don't like treacherous merchants, you're much better than a nobleman." ”

"I'm sure you'll be paid." Alexander smiled, and then he lowered his voice and said something to Nashan.

For the first time, the gypsy showed a look of surprise on his face that always wore a nonchalant smile, and he looked at Alexander, and after seeing him nod his head again, Nashan suddenly hugged Alexander and slapped him on the back, and when Alexander's face turned purple, the gypsy shouted excitedly: "That's it, I'll train those farmers for you, you go and tell Sophia the good news now, young man, I like you a little now." ”

Then he stopped again and asked in a slightly reluctant tone, "You really don't think about trying your luck?" The city of Rome is full of rich people. ”

Alexander struggled to break free from Nathan's arms, and he really didn't understand how the father and daughter seemed to be possessed by Samson. 、

He shook his head firmly: "I don't think this is what we should think about now, as you said, you help me train the soldiers, and I will prepare a wedding for me and Sophia." ”

"Well, whatever you want," Nashan waved his hand helplessly, looking a little interested, but when Alexander turned to leave, the gypsy looked back in the direction of Rome in the darkness, and his eyes narrowed again, "But this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." ”

Nashan muttered to himself.

When he returned to the camp, Alexander saw Sophia staring at the armor propped up on the shelves.

The armor had been wiped again, and it looked beautiful and gorgeous, shiny, and out of place with all the mess all around, but Sophia didn't seem to be satisfied.

Alexander walked up to her and gently grabbed her shoulders, and looked at her somewhat annoyed eyes, but Alexander suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

There was a clear scratch on the chest and abdomen of the armor, and Alexander couldn't tell if it was a sword cut or a spear stab, but the scratch disappeared from the chest and abdomen all the way through the ribs, and the thought of Sophia having been hit so horribly made Alexander's desire to tell her the good news suddenly disappeared.

He couldn't help but hug Sophia tightly, and at the same time whispered in her ear: "Listen, no matter what happens in the future, you are not allowed to go to the battlefield again, you know, if you don't obey, I will have people tie you up." ”

Sophia frowned as if she was a little unhappy, then her eyebrows stretched, and she raised her head on tiptoe with a smile and gave Alexander a gentle kiss on the face.

"That's right," Alexander put his hand on the girl's shoulder, "and you just need to be by my side from now on." ”

Sophia raised her head again, she stretched out her hands around Alexander's neck, and sent her lips up slightly, feeling the tenderness of the girl's soft lips, Alexander couldn't help but reach out and hug her.

But when he was about to kiss again, Sophia suddenly threw her head back and moved his face with both hands, forcing him to turn his head to look at the armor hanging on the shelf.

"Ah~"

Sophia let out a slightly sweet single note.

Alexander's face fell.

"Huh?"

She immediately made a louder voice again.

Alexander shook his head insistingly.

"Ahh ~”

Finally her voice was a little sharp, and her eyes were narrowing dangerously.

"Okay, I'll have you patched it up to make sure you don't see any traces." Alexander finally nodded helplessly, and when he saw Sophia's immediate smile, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

It seems that it is more troublesome to marry a wife who can't speak, but can express everything with just one syllable.

Alexander shook his head inwardly.

Carlo was running around the camp excitedly with a few people.

In addition to bringing destruction and death to most people, war has also brought opportunity and wealth to many fortunate people.

And everyone who survives seems to think that they are the lucky ones who will be favored in the end.

The abundant booty of victory made the Agri seem to see that wealth beckoned to them, and the rewards of being peasants were instantly insignificant compared to the spoils in front of them.

Not to mention the bohemians as role models.

The Bohemians played a key role in this battle with the French, which also gave them a larger share of the loot that would make the Agri jealous.

Carlo was also envious of the bohemians, but he was more envious of the armor that the bohemians had received than the spoils of war.

A few of the French cavalry failed to escape and became prisoners, and the Bohemians unceremoniously stripped them to the brim, and the beautiful armor became the most worthy of showing off, except for the money they had brought with them.

Carlo also wanted to have that kind of armor, even if he knew it was a luxury.

Although Alexander had no cavalry of his own so far, apart from the earlier group of Bohemians, Carlo knew that he would not have the opportunity to put on such armor.

This is not only because of his background, but also because he does not dare to hope for luxury, and the bigger reason is that his family is poor.

The cavalry had to bear their own horses and war preparations, and this rule, which has been handed down since ancient times, completely cut off the dream of some poor people to gallop on the battlefield on war horses.

It is hard to imagine that a family so poor that they have to worry about food all day long can afford to feed a war horse, and some cavalry even need two horses.

Carlo looked at the Bohemians with envy, watching them drive several horses with the entire armor they had just stripped off on their backs towards him, and Carlo let out a heavy sigh.

Maybe I should be like those fellow villagers, honestly serve as a soldier for the lord lord, and accumulate more loot when I am lucky, so that when I return home, I can ask the lord lord to give me an extra piece of land on credit, so that in a few years, maybe I can also have an inheritance that can be passed on to my children.

Carlo thought so, a wistful smile appeared on his face, he felt that it was not wrong to think so, as for having his own war horse and armor, and even becoming an admirable cavalryman, these are too unrealistic, it is better to wake up.

Carlo reminded himself so self-deprecatingly.

"Caro? Are you Caro? ”

One of the Bohemians who had approached suddenly stopped and asked.

"I am, what's the matter with you?"

A hint of vigilance flashed in Carlo's eyes, although he fought with these bohemians, he didn't trust them, mainly because bohemians always like to cause trouble.

"Carlo of the farmstead on the north side of the Agri River?" The other asked again, and when he saw Carlo nodding, the bohemian muttered, "That's you." ”

With that, the bohemian shoved the reins of the horse he was holding into Caro's hand.

"Here you go."

"What is this?"

Carlo looked at the reins in his hand in amazement and asked puzzled.

"It's your horse, and your armor. Oh, and this. The Bohemian took the oddly shaped sword from his saddle and drew it and threw it at Caro.

It was a weapon that was not lightweight, longer than the average cavalry sword, but shorter than a two-handed sword.

What's even more strange is that the blade of this sword is oval and elongated and sharp, and it can be seen that it is completely designed to assassinate enemies.

"What's going on, I didn't buy your horses and armor, and I can't afford it." Carlo looked at the bohemians with war, as if they had become profiteers who bought and sold.

"I don't know, if you're Carlo from the farmstead north of the Agri River, that's right, Captain Nashan asked you to bring these things," the Bohemian waved his hand impatiently, "Well, now that you've received the things, I should go back to drinking." ”

Carlo looked at the bohemian who turned around and walked away, and for a moment wondered if everything that had just happened was a dream.

It wasn't until the horse roared and moved his head to tighten the reins in his hand that Carlo came to his senses.

I'm a cavalryman? As soon as this thought arose, Carlo could no longer contain his excitement and let out a cheer.

Alexander in the distance heard Caro's cheers and smiled lightly at the hunter who couldn't wait to jump on horseback.

He hoped that his money was not spent in vain, although the price was a little expensive, but he still decided to take this crucial step.

In the first battle, the shock of cavalry has always lingered in his heart, whether it is the momentum of the French cavalry that seems to destroy everything in front of him, or the astonishing destruction of the Bohemians like a storm, Alexander has experienced the great power of cavalry.

Having his own cavalry, this was Alexander's most pressing ideal right now.

And this ideal began with a hunter named Carlo's Agri Farm.