When Viscount Gronob was brought to Alexander, he was crouching in front of Sophia, who was sitting on a stone, wiping the stains off her face.

Sophia's armor was blackened by gunsmoke, and she no longer had the gorgeous beauty that she could show off everywhere. At this time, she stretched out her hands and let Alexander wipe her face and the traces of gunpowder on her hands with a clothed with water, and then suddenly stopped Alexander's hand from time to time, leaned forward and pursed her lips slightly, and when Alexander pecked her lips lightly, she smiled with satisfaction, and then asked him to continue wiping her face.

It was at this time that Viscount Gronob was brought in, and with him his attendant knight.

The Viscount was not in good condition, the injury to his ribs had already begun to flap in, his face was a little red as if he had drunk wine, his feet were fluttering as he walked, and his eyes wandered back and forth, which made Alexander at first think that the French nobleman, who had never played a role in the whole time, had just drunk too much.

"I'm the lord of Gronob, and I want to know which one I've been a prisoner of," the viscount tried to keep himself on his feet, his head was sweating hot, and he was dizzy for a while, so he thought he was hallucinating when he saw Sophia, "God I saw something, I must be sick, I'm having a hard time looking at everything, I actually saw a woman in armor." ”

As he spoke, the viscount turned to his attendant, who was also stunned, and said, "It seems that I am going to see God, and I am already hallucinating before my eyes, and François, for the sake of my good treatment of you, go to Gronobe, and tell my nephew that everything is now his, and that he must marry my daughter according to the agreement, and not send her to the convent." ”

The attendant was actually looking at Sophia with a stunned face, but the Viscount's words made him shake his head again, wanting to comfort the poor lord.

But seeing that Alexander stopped and looked at them with interest, the attendant called François immediately exclaimed: "My lord is suffering from a fever because of his wounds, and I hope you will give him rest, my lord is Viscount Gronobe, and he can pay a ransom for himself worthy of his status." ”

Alexander nodded, he had already seen that the viscount was not right, and looking at the sweat and vain steps on his head, Alexander was sure that he was infected.

In this day and age, infection means death.

He wasn't interested in a dead viscount.

"You can take care of him, but I'd like to talk to you when I've arranged for him." Alexander had little interest in the nobles themselves, and although he knew that earning a ransom from their captives was a common means of making a fortune today, what really interested him was the current situation of the French in the north.

The battle with the French in the Bruinie Valley was a complete accident, not even an encounter, if strictly speaking.

When the French cavalry was forced to withdraw from the battlefield, Alexander did not let the Bohemians continue the pursuit, or rather, he knew very well that he could not pursue either.

By the time the battle was over, the night had completely covered the Bruine Valley, except for the chariots that had been burned to ashes, only scattered fires shone in the vicinity of the entire chariot array, and not only was the valley completely invisible in the distance, but even the bulging hills on both sides were already shrouded in darkness.

At such times, it was not courage but enough stupidity on the part of either side to attack, and even at a great distance, the Bohemians could faintly hear that among the French cavalry hastily retreating in front of them for fear of the enemy catching up, it seemed that some of them were in too haste, and that their horses had stepped into the rocks or tripped over branches in the dark, and with a miserable neigh, the French panicked to save their companions, and did not even have time to finish off the poor mounts, so they hurried on to the previous run.

At this time, the Bohemians were only cautiously holding behind the French, and when they finally caught up with the top of the distant valley, they stopped, and watched from afar the French flee towards the dim depths of the valley in the distance.

And then the bohemians let out a burst of cheers.

An unexpected but rewarding victory, at least that's what the Bohemians thought.

And when Carlo came to Alexander again with the Frenchman named François, who had arranged for the viscount, he saw Ulliu, standing beside Alexander, writing something with a pen on a tablet with a wooden stand underneath.

Carlo actually admired Uriu a little, and although Uriu was a pagan, he had a feeling of looking up every time he saw a Moore with a pen and writing calculations.

As for Massimo, Carlo was a little confused about how to describe the monk, because according to the man's words, he was supposed to be a learned and pious clergyman, but Carlo saw more than once that Massimo had drunk enough of the wine hidden in the farmstead, just like the annoying Elliott, and then he took the women of the farmstead in and out of the haystack.

"My lord, we have lost 25 men in this battle, and 4 mercenaries," Ulliu said cautiously, "the Bohemians don't know, but we have 235 Agri soldiers and 66 mercenaries left. ”

Alexander frowned, he didn't expect to lose so many people in one battle, although it was inevitable that there would be a large number of casualties because it was the first battle, but he knew that in fact he was not facing many Frenchmen.

Seeing François, Alexander motioned for him to come to him, and then asked, "Tell me how many of you there are." ”

The young attendant's eyes showed anger and humiliation, and he believed that the Neapolitan in front of him, who was much younger than him, was deliberately humiliating him.

François had already learned from Carlo who his enemies were, and when he heard that these disheveled, dirty-faced soldiers were peasants who had gone into battle for the first time, the young knights were almost there.

He was even somewhat glad that Gronob was falling asleep due to a fever, otherwise if he had known that he had been defeated by a group of farmers who had just entered the battlefield, his entourage would have been worried that he would not be able to withstand the stimulus.

Now when Alexander asked, the young French knight had to reply in a humiliating mood in the face of the victors: "We have 30 heavy cavalry and 180 infantry, and more than 10 men brought from Gronob by the Viscount himself." ”

Speaking of this, François raised his voice, hoping that his voice would be as solemn as possible and that would allow him to maintain a minimum of dignity.

"Although we have been taken prisoner, the family of the Viscount of Gronob is one of the oldest nobles in France, and I hope that you will respect the honour of the Viscount and his family, and I think that the right mercy will not in any way damage your prestige, but will make you the respect of the French."

"That is, if I can't guarantee respect for the viscount, I'm a barbarian in your eyes?" Alexander looked at the young attendant and asked, as if he was about to say something, and Alexander continued, "I remember that in Agincourt in 1415, the English did something very bloody, didn't I? ”

Alexander's words made François's face turn pale.

The battle between the English in 1415 was a terrible nightmare for the French, but it was not the dreaded rain of arrows of the longbowmen that the English were proud of, but the horrific massacre of the captured French nobles.

Hundreds of nobles were executed by order of King Henry V of England, including the dukes and counts of Orleans and the House of Bourbon, making Henry V an executioner hated and feared by all of Europe.

Sweat flowed from the young knight's forehead, but he was not from fever but from fear.

Seeing the uneasiness on the other party's face, Alexander waved his hand slightly: "Don't be nervous knight, you must know that I am not Henry, but if you think that I will listen to your complaints, it is impossible, you must pay for your actions." ”

"We can pay a ransom for ourselves," replied the retinue very simply, "We can also pay a ransom for all the soldiers who have been captured, and as long as you can promise to let us return to our own people, you can safely send an emissary to our fortress to make a request." ”

"The ransom has to be paid, and I don't have that much time to waste here."

Alexander nodded, he had already learned from Ulliu about the outcome of the battle.

Similar to the figure François said, Ulliu estimated that the French had about 200 infantry.

The reason why Ulliu knew this was because apart from the cavalry, there were very few French infantry that could escape!

While the Bohemians and the French cavalry circled the chariot formation, Alexander's phalanx of the Agrians took the initiative for the first time to meet an unsuccessful attack by the French infantry.

Although Alexander quickly proved that a group of unbattled peasants were no match for well-trained soldiers, the Bohemians who rushed down from the right side of the hill were able to save the Agri phalanx, which was on the verge of collapse.

And before that, the Bohemians had routed all the French except this one.

The final defeat was swift, and the French soldiers, surrounded by the Bohemians, ran around the battlefield, but they clearly could not get rid of the galloping horses.

Alexander remembered that the French, who had tried to flee into the night, were chased by the Bohemians and ran wildly, but could not escape and became prisoners, which made him realize first-hand that the era of heavy cavalry seemed to be fading away.

Because of this, Alexander did not feel much joy when Ullius told him that almost all the French infantry had been captured.

In this battle, only the Bohemian cavalry really played a role.

It was they who pinned down or even drove out the French cavalry, making it impossible for the enemy to exert the might of the most powerful cavalry of our time, and it was they who first dispersed the French infantry, which had lost their cavalry support, so that the French could not organize an attack of sufficient scale.

And then it was them again, striking behind the back of the last French at a critical moment, saving the Agri from the brink of collapse.

"There's still a long way to go, Ulliu," Alexander said meaningfully to the Moors beside him, "and it seems that you are going to take an adventure this time." ”

The Moors thought for a moment, then shook their heads and said, "I don't think it's dangerous, unless those Frenchmen are crazy, if they kill me, their viscount will be in danger." Speaking of this, the Moors looked at Alexander a little worriedly, "Sir, you won't let that viscount go for ransom, will you?" ”

Seeing the Moorish people's worried looks, Alexander couldn't help but smile and said: "Don't worry, Uliu, you are much more important to me than any viscount, I promise that if the French dare to touch you, I will make them regret it." ”

"I'm relieved," Uliuu nodded at once, and then he licked his lips, "So, sir, how much are you going to make those Frenchmen pay?" ”

"How much ransom to pay?" Joanna looked at Alexander standing in front of her in amazement, the queen was a little miserable at this time, her carriage that had been burned to a pile of ashes was still smoking not far away, and the queen could only sit on a broken wooden board at this time, which made Joanna feel that her dignity had been completely trampled on by that hateful Agri's hillbilly, and now when she heard Alexander actually ask her how much ransom she should ask the French, a wave of anger filled her head, "Agri's Gombray, Don't you think it's an insult to the Queen of Naples to ask me such a question? Or in your mind, I'm just like those merchants? ”

"Your Majesty, you have misunderstood me," Alexander said, and he was tempted to pout and ask if there was anyone who cared more about money than you, "I just hope to compensate you as much as possible, after all, the presence of the French has caused you a great loss of property." ”

Alexander said and glanced at the pile of wreckage that was still smoking nearby, and his action immediately caught Joanna's attention, and the queen also looked back with a pretended composure, and then asked in a slightly lower voice with a little hesitation: "So, how much do you think we should ask the French for our losses?" Well, 10,000 florin gold coins, isn't it a little less......"

A quarter of an hour later, when he finally left Joanna with a ransom figure that everyone was satisfied with, Alexander couldn't help but shake his head slightly as he looked at the Queen of Naples sitting on a wooden plank from afar.

Joanna, Queen of Naples, was a miser, Alexander thought.

Ulliu had already prepared for it, and having received a letter written by François in place of Viscount Gronob demanding the payment of ransom for them and the captured French soldiers, the Moors jumped on horseback and headed deeper into the valley under the guidance of a Frenchman who had chosen to be their guide.

It was only then that Alexander suddenly remembered, why hadn't he seen Nashan for so long?