In the city of Burges, several civilians hurried through the street, their eyes staring at the two French soldiers standing not far away, who were looking at them in a frightening manner.

Fortunately, the two soldiers only muttered a few words in a language they didn't understand and stopped paying attention to them, which made the men walk away briskly along the side of the street with a little peace of mind.

The morale of the French army was somewhat depressed by the defeat of the previous battle against the Castilian army, and after a presumptuous sack, the French, who had finally relaxed after venting, had gradually restored order.

It's just that the hatred of the French in the city of Burgos has reached the point where it is about to explode, and even some of the locals with whom they had a good relationship have changed their opinion of them.

The French knew that they were not welcome here, so the French soldiers became much more careful, they no longer left their camps as they had before, they would form groups as soon as they went out into the streets, and the sentry posts set up in the city were much more strict.

The French hung themselves in the streets mercilessly for the murder of their family members in the riots of that day, hoping to deter the people of Burgos.

A few more people passed by in the street, and the two French soldiers immediately looked at them, and noticed that they looked strange in their hurry, so they immediately shouted at them to stand still and be questioned.

The shouts of the guards in the street attracted the attention of their French companions who were in a house on the side of the road, and they ran out of the house to see what was going on, and when they had just stepped out of the house and into the street, a row of windows facing the street of a two-story house on the opposite side suddenly opened!

"Bang Bang Bang~"

The continuous dull sound of gunfire suddenly resounded through the streets, and the acrid smoke spread everywhere in the streets, and at the same time, the locals who were being examined suddenly pulled out their hidden weapons, thinking that the two French soldiers who stopped them were all slashed, and in an instant the two soldiers were cut down to the ground and lost their lives.

The French soldiers who were suddenly attacked hurriedly dodged, some of them were accustomed to crouching down and trying to dodge the projectiles whistling overhead, some turned around and hurriedly tried to run back to the house to hide, but at this moment, the locals who had left before suddenly burst out of the corner alley, they brandished their weapons and rushed towards the panicked French soldiers, and the streets of time were full of fighting and screaming.

When the French brigade arrived on the street, there were only a few bloodstained corpses left on the street, and looking at his men on the street, the French officer leading the team couldn't help but roar loudly and curse angrily.

"Seven of us, seven of us died," the French commander angrily ordered his men, "then we will let them pay the price with 10, no, 20." ”

As he spoke, the commander grabbed the matching sword on the table and hung it on his body, and with his order, the French soldiers of the brigade rushed into the streets of the city, and under the command of the officers, the people of the city of Burgos were driven out of their homes.

"The Castilians may take advantage of this time to attack," the commander commanded his men on horseback, "and a sudden disturbance in the city must have been planned, in case they and the army outside the city should be in danger." ”

The sudden frenzy of the French army frightened the Burges, who had just undergone a sack, and they gathered together and were forced to walk towards the city square, where the French soldiers rudely urged them along the way, and at the same time dragged them out of the crowd and loaded them into wagons whenever they found any suspicious figures.

Although the city of Burges, the northern city of Castiria, was not very populous, and the arrival of the French army shattered their peaceful life.

The men who had been evicted from their homes were forced to walk to the square in the city by the French soldiers, and many looked at the men who were being escorted into the carriages, and many could not help but have a look of fear in their eyes.

They did not know what the French were going to do with them, and when the people gathered in the square and saw the row of gallows that were hastily erected, terror enveloped the whole square.

The French were talkative, and the locals, who had been escorted in wagons, were pushed onto the execution table and looked at the priests who walked up to them with some trembling trembling, some of whom wept in fright.

"Kai'en, we didn't do anything, Kai'en, old man!"

A man cried out to the French commander who was watching them from a high place, but the plea was met with no mercy.

With the sound of armor rubbing, the French commander walked to the edge of the torture platform, and in front of him stood a row of guards with shields, these shields were stacked on top of each other to protect him firmly in the middle, and from behind the gap between the guards, the French commander looked gloomily at the black crowd below.

"I'm not a murderous person, so I've been trying to restrain my soldiers, but you are obviously not grateful, my people were murdered, if this was on the battlefield I would not complain about my enemies, but it was a shameful murder, so you have to pay for your actions."

The commander shouted to the people below, and the French commander waved his hand to the trumpeters beside him as he heard a dull sound in the crowd below.

The shrill sound of the trumpets immediately reminiscent of the square, and the people fell silent, and all eyes looked in horror at the unfortunate people who were escorted to the gallows, listening to the incessant cries and begging for mercy, the recitation of scriptures aloud, and the fact that some people were stunned like puppets on the noose, and the people began to let out bursts of shouts.

"God, there is a punishment for doing this," the priest dissuaded the Frenchman with some agitation, "General, I believe that you are not a cruel person as you say yourself, God tells us that mercy is stronger than cruelty, show your mercy, forgive these poor people, they will be grateful to you." ”

"They may be grateful to me, but more often than not, after all, we are enemies to them, and I must give an account to my soldiers," the commander said to the priest with a cold look, and then he lowered his voice and whispered in a tone that only the two of them could hear, "The important thing is that those people have offended my self-esteem, and I must exchange this blood for the respect of the people of Burges." ”

The horn sounded, the wooden pier under the feet of those men was kicked down in an instant, and with a "boom" sound, 20 Burgos were instantly hung on the gallows and struggled.

An exclamation sounded from the square again, and even at the last moment, many people still did not believe that such a thing could happen, but the fact that 20 people were hanged alive in front of them in the blink of an eye made everyone shudder.

"Everything we've done here can be a bit of a hassle to get back to France." An officer frowned slightly and said to his companion next to him, and when he saw the excited eyes under his companion's helmet, the officer shook his head helplessly.

"I assure you, respected knight, that we will not be in any trouble, for what we have done here can only be described as insignificant compared to what happened in Galicia." The commander turned and walked over to the officer, who turned his back to the crowd and untied the leather gloves he was wearing, and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, it won't hurt your honor at all, I know what I'm doing." ”

The officer wanted to explain something, but his mouth just opened, and before he could make a sound, a sudden muffled sound suddenly erupted from the crowd!

As a cloud of smoke rose, the Commander seemed to hear a piercing sound tearing through the air behind him, and he instinctively lunged forward before he even knew what was happening.

Several screams rang out from behind him, and the commander lying on the ground clumsily tried to turn over, but the armor on his body was so heavy that it was not until someone next to him pulled him up and turned his head that the commander saw that the square was already in chaos.

People crowded and pushed each other, running in all directions desperately, some people were knocked to the ground and immediately drowned under the feet of pairs, but many people who tripped caused many more people to crowd and trample into one piece.

The French soldiers did not expect this to happen, they brandished their weapons and rushed into the crowd, and as they slashed and stabbed, some of the low recesses of the square had been flooded with blood into scarlet streams, while the occasional gunshots in the crowd still rang out over the square.

"Surround everyone!" The commander gave the order with a pale face, and seeing the hesitation of his subordinates, he pulled out his sword from his waist and pressed it only against the neck of an officer, "We must let them know what will happen to us if we resist, or they will betray us to the Castilian people outside the city." ”

The officers, apparently aware of the seriousness of the situation, began to beckon their men to form a formation and press towards the crowd fleeing for their lives.

"You're right," the Commander said, turning to the grumbling knight, "what we're doing here today could be a big problem, but you know it's the only right thing to do right now. ”

After saying that, the commander slashed the sword in his hand in the air with all his might, and then shouted as if the soldiers who had been gradually pressing on those citizens gave the order: "Forward, push the spear!" ”

The square instantly resounded with screams, mixed with the cries of the Burgers rising up in despair.

The knight stared blankly at what was happening in the audience, watching the crazy actions of his boss and his companions, and his eyes gradually revealed the same cruel and merciless gaze.

"Ahh With a loud shout, the knight snatched a spear from the hands of a soldier passing by him, and in a distorted shout, he swung it at the people of Bolgus.

The square was full of killing, fleeing and resisting, and the hatred that had been gathering on both sides for a long time completely exploded at this moment.

When they found that the square had been surrounded, some of the Bulgos, in complete despair, grabbed whatever they could use as weapons and resisted desperately, while others simply pounced on the French soldiers who had already arrived in front of them.

It was a massacre without any suspense, and even though many of these Burgesian men were strong, the unarmed locals quickly became the prey of the slaughter in the face of the army.

Blood was being shed everywhere in the square, and people were killed and fallen to the ground everywhere, so no one noticed the figures dangling in a gutter covered with a wooden grate in the corner of the square.

No one noticed that the grates had been lifted before, and then quickly returned to their original state.

The low gutters were dark and filthy, and a few huge rats were running between the filthy garbage, and even in winter, the choking feces emitted a nauseous stench, and a few figures were crawling rapidly between the garbage.

From time to time, there would be a scream overhead, and the face of someone who fell down was right on the wooden grate, and their eyes were not closed to staring closely at the figures crawling under them, among which a lame man inadvertently raised his head as he crawled by, and his eyes met the lifeless eyes, and the lame man's face twitched, and then crawled under the deceased, and soon disappeared into the dark ditch.

The few climbed from the gutter to a rather hidden cave not very far from the square.

They were all filthy and foul, but at this time they didn't care about anything, and after jumping into the carriage that had been prepared at the exit, the carriage immediately ran madly towards the end of the street.

The slaughter in the square continued, and finally some of the lucky escapees ran desperately through the streets of the city, and in the chase of the French soldiers behind, these people ran desperately and shouted, and soon the whole city was filled with terrified cries of "The French are going to slaughter the city".

Alexander had been listening to the movement outside, and he was now in a very secret cellar under the house, and the entrance to this cellar was open under the hearth in the hall not far from the entrance of the house, and the small iron door to the entrance of the cellar could be seen by lifting a few stones in the middle that had been blackened by the years.

When he saw this cellar, Alexander secretly sighed at the old scheming of the Count of Mordillo, although he did not know why the Count had run this northern city so decently, but now it seems that Alexander secretly guessed that perhaps the Count of Mordilo had a premonition a long time ago that if something happened to Casdilia because of the struggle for the throne, then the French were likely to intervene.

And this place should be carefully managed by the earl to deal with this kind of thing, otherwise it really can't explain why this place is so well prepared?

"Or maybe the Count's ambitions are not just Castile."

Alexander thought of Navarre, a neighbor to the north on the border with Castile.

The current king of Navarre is John III, the brother of Caesar's wife, and the cousin of King Louis XII of France now seems to be almost as far away as the crown of the King of France, but no one would have imagined that just over half a century later, Navarre would have a French king and a new dynasty had already begun.

At that time, Navarre would be divided in two by France and Spain on the Pyrenees, but for now the kingdom was a buffer between Castile and France.

It is hard to believe that the Count of Mordillo would go to such great lengths to make such arrangements in a city on the border with Navarre on a whim, and the only explanation is that the Count seems to be coveting the crown of Castile and what he has in mind for Navarre.

This thought was even stronger after looking at the weapons stored in the cellar.

Speaking of which, Alexander has always wondered why the Count of Mordilo is so obsessed with the crown of Castile, after all, even if George Anne's son "Giore Mordiglo" was lucky enough to sit on the throne of Castile, but this did not help much in the unification of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies that he had been obsessed with.

After all, Enrique's son would not have the same inheritance rights to the Kingdom of Aragon as Isabella did, unless he was also married to an Aragon princess.

Only in this way will it be able to have an impact on the unification of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies.

Alexander sat in the cellar and thought so wildly until a thought suddenly flashed through his mind that even he thought was incredible.

Somehow, the figure of Sister Alft appeared in his mind, and though it was only a moment, Alexander seemed to grasp a clue to a mystery that had been haunting him.

Sister Alfret, George Mordillo, two people who had nothing to do with each other grew closer to Alexander's heart, and at the same time he seemed to have a vague sense of some inexplicable motives behind what Don Bavi, who was now doing in Andalusia.

This gave Alexander a sudden urge to see Don Bavi right away.

A dull sound of footsteps came from an exit in the depths of the cellar, which was the secret passage leading to the outside of the cellar, and Schell immediately drew his musket vigilantly and aimed it at the black entrance, and several other vigilant guards also found their own positions to keep an eye on the secret passage where the footsteps were getting closer and closer.

Before the person appeared, a foul smell had already hit their noses, and then several dirty figures appeared in front of them.

On the light, Alexander saw their embarrassed appearance, but these people didn't care, and when they saw Alexander, they were about to walk over, but they immediately let Schell unceremoniously block them, until Alexander allowed it, and the lame man limped over, but was blocked again a few steps away.

"Sprinkle some wine on him, at least it won't smoke us all to death," Alexander said helplessly, looking at the lame man who poured a little wine on his body from time to time, but most of it went into his stomach, Alexander waited patiently.

"Sir, it took us a lot of effort to escape, the French are now going mad in the square, and they have killed a lot of people."

Alexander nodded silently, he asked these people to attack the French outpost in order to attract the attention of the French, in this kind of strong enemy outside, and there may be an unknown number of enemies hidden in the city, the French are bound to be afraid of a possible riot in the city, and have to mobilize the troops defending the city to strengthen the vigilance in the city.

This will undoubtedly be much easier for Gonzalo, and they will be able to cooperate with the French at any time.

Just listening to the movement outside, Alexander couldn't help but look at the lame man, he didn't expect that this man would not be more than the life and death of the people in the city in order to cause a riot, and looking at them, it seemed that such a thing was nothing to them at all.

This made Alexander even more suspicious of why the Count of Mordillo insisted on arranging for these people to stay in Burges.

"My lord, the French are going to make a mess of the city soon, and if the general Gonzalo attacks now, they may soon be able to take Burgos," the lame man reminded Alexander, who seemed to be excited to add, "and it's time to make the hypocrites suffer." ”

Hearing this, Alexander's heart suddenly moved, and it seemed that many things were clear.