Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

Winter comes and goes, the spring breeze blows across Iberia in the corner of the European continent, across the beautiful land of France, and linger in Italy, which is always windy and treacherous, and then to Eastern Europe that seems to be frozen forever. The cold inland sent warmth.

Migratory birds began their annual migration. They flew across the vast land towards their hometown that was gradually warming.

A ray of greenness drifted past my eyes, and the long willow silks of the weeping willows were already swaying gently in the spring breeze like huge potted plants hanging upside down.

With a refreshing breeze blowing on her face, the young woman smiled and ran lightly among the catkins, then turned back to look at her lover mischievously.

In the river not far away, large ships carrying goods shuttled back and forth, and men and women who came out for a spring cruise were sitting on the cruise ship covered with comfortable silk cushions, drinking wine and enjoying the bright spring scenery on both sides of the bank.

The streets are very lively, and the old bridge across the Arno River not far away is full of people coming and going.

A few masked men who seem to have nothing to do are strolling slowly in the crowd, but they are different from the idle ruffians who just see young women as if they see a honey bear. Their eyes always look intentionally or unintentionally. The young men and women in front were walking up the bridge happily.

The two young men were obviously lovers. They walked slowly, the young woman with a girlish vibe and the grace of a lady intimately holding the arm of the masked man, her face always had a sweet smile, one side I walked and looked at the various gadgets on the dazzling vendor stalls on both sides of the bridge enthusiastically.

"I like this."

"Then buy it."

"I like this too."

"buy it."

"I like you."

"I am not for sale, but I belong to you."

The young woman who was as light as a girl took a step forward, and then turned back. Although her body was ordinary, but the exquisitely crafted skirt instantly shook out a layer of petals with her movements.

Then, the young woman finally calmed down. She stretched out her hand to embrace the masked man's arms and walked slowly with him on the long bridge.

This is Florence, and this is the old bridge on the Arno River.

There seems to be no change in the flowing river. Time seems to have stopped on this historic bridge. The familiar screams, the people passing by, and the flowing water under the bridge, even if it’s time spanning several worlds, here Everything seems to be no different from "long after".

"Here, just behind this, there should be a place to step on." The young man suddenly pointed to the corner outside a protruding railing on the bridge and said.

"How do you know, did you come to this bridge with Lucrezia for a tryst?" the young lady like a girl deliberately asked in an unpleasant tone.

"No, I just thought of a plot in a game."

"Game? Is it a drama? Why don't I know there is a drama about this bridge?"

"No... it's actually a kind of, well, it's a kind of drama, but it's a kind of drama watched by the audience themselves, and many people play a role repeatedly."

"Isn't that stupid? Why do so many people play a role repeatedly?" the young woman asked curiously, "What does that have to do with this bridge?"

"Because in that drama, everyone has to climb this bridge once."

"I'll just say, that's really stupid, isn't it?"

"This, it seems really stupid..."

The young girl, who seemed to have won because of a small argument, used her strength triumphantly and plunged her lover's arm into her "canyon" completely.

"This is great, no one knows us, doesn't it? We can go on like this and stop and rest until we are tired. No one can disturb us, only the two of us."

The sunny golden hair floated gently in the wind, and a strand of broken hair was blown to the girl's forehead. The young man gently straightened her hair, and then kissed her gently on her smooth forehead.

Looking at the young couple, everyone who passed by showed kind smiles.

Florence once experienced the brilliance of the Medici family rule. At that time, Florence was full of passion and unrestrainedness, and also experienced the brilliance and horror of Savonarola's rule.

Today Florence is part of the Principality of Pisa. Although she was young but popular among the people, the Duchess of Estreis is the master of the city.

The mother of the Duchess of Estreis is the famous Roman princess Lucrezia. She now lives in her own palace in Pisa, and she earnestly raised her pair of children, spending a lot of time. Together with money, the artists in Florence provide a life of comfort, while waiting for the birth of their third child.

Many people wonder why the duchess did not move to Florence. After all, this city is so beautiful that the entire Grand Duchy of Rome and Thesia can never find a place more lingering than here.

But Lucrezia lived quietly in her small palace next to the river bank. She was waiting patiently, because she knew her beloved masked man would always return there.

This is the spring of 1504.

About a year ago, the Iberian Peninsula at the western tip of the Mediterranean Sea had undergone earth-shaking changes. The old king left and the new king stepped onto the stage. Iberia once again entered the rule of two monarchs, one man and one woman. The age of two kings in a kingdom.

The Mediterranean Sea is still turbulent, as it has been for many centuries. Around this "ocean in the middle of the earth", all the countries along the Mediterranean are undergoing various changes.

On the East Coast, the Ottoman Empire was completely plunged into the chaos of the "War of the Three Kings".

The three "sultans" who claimed to have orthodox inheritance rights fought a protracted civil war on the vast land of the Ottoman Empire.

This is a war without retreat, a war in which the losers are doomed to doom. In this war, the Ottomans showed their most powerful and terrifying weapons to the entire world, but their enemies are no longer different. Christians are still their own people who have the same beliefs and speak the same language.

For this reason, Mehamed and Selim both withdrew their troops in Europe in exchange for victory in the civil war, and the “Sultan of Peloto”, which seemed the weakest among them, received the support from Safavid Persia and Strong support from European forces and weapons.

In the Balkans, the evacuation of the Ottomans did not make the land peaceful.

I don't know when it started, the term "Great Wallachia" was called out again and again in the Balkans.

The so-called "Greater Wallachia" includes the Principality of Wallachia, northern Bosnia, and even southern Hungary, which is now occupied. As the voice of this "Greater Wallachia" is getting louder and louder, those Such clamoring people have cast their sights on the entire Balkans.

"That little Bohemian girl can not only give birth to twins, but also hides such big ambitions," said the young girl with a string of shiny colorful beads in her hands while playing with a smile." I wonder if one day after she conquered four weeks, she would reach out to Rome Thesia."

"I don't know." The young man smiled and said, "No one is always controlled by others, so if Sophia would fight me for power one day, I will not be surprised even though I regret it, although I know this is never Will happen."

"That's because you coaxed her with sweet words again. That silly girl is probably counting the days waiting for you to see her, just like you deceived your wife by the same method," the young girl hung the beads in her hands. Around the neck, and then kept shining in a mirror on the stall, "Do you think I look good like this?"

"You look best at all times."

"Oh, using your sweet words again. That's the case in the letters you wrote to me. I think the letters you wrote to other women must make them blush," the girl turned her body in front of the mirror, and then took it up again. The young man’s arm pointed at the stalls on the bridge where people came and went and declared, “I’m going to buy one thing from every stall so that we can walk on this bridge for a long time. "

"Then I have to eat something first, this road is not close." The young man said as he walked to a scented stall and asked for a famous Florentine meat sac. At this moment, the girl seemed to see something. The interesting thing suddenly ran towards the bridge corridor on the other side.

The young man turned his head and saw that she was standing in front of a stall full of various painted masks, choosing excitedly.

This is a stall that specializes in selling masks. Even the vendors selling goods at the back of the car wear strange-looking masks.

The girl then picked up on the stall with interest. From time to time, she picked up a mask and put it on her face, then turned her head back to the young man's swaying head, while laughing cheerfully.

The young man walked over. He looked at the enthusiastic girl who was choosing masks with various patterns and feathers and asked a little curiously: "Do you like masks?"

"So I can dance and date anywhere with you," the girl leaned forward wearing a mask and whispered in the ear of the young man, "No one can recognize me."

The girl's words made the young man feel emotional.

Only here, only in this place where no one knows them, can they be so generous and get along like a pair of lovers.

And once they returned to the luxurious but rigorous court, they were the monarch, commander, brother and sister, but not lovers.

He also picked up a mask from the stall and put it on his face for a try, and then said to the vendor in the mask stall, "Give me one of each. I want it all."

"Okay." The vendor swiftly gathered up several masks with various floral decorations, and then he seemed to think of something, and took off the white mask he was wearing without any floral decorations from his face. "This is a bonus for you. Up."

"You are so generous, thank you." The girl smiled and said, taking the stack of masks that were put on together. "This way we can wear it many times, that is to say, we can see many times. We must know that little Alexander should With his father, not with the portrait."

The young man stretched out his hand and petted the girl's golden hair, and then the two continued to walk to the other end of the bridge.

They didn't notice that behind them, the vendor who had taken off his mask to reveal his ordinary appearance, first stared closely at their backs, and then greeted a few vendors next to him and began to pack things up.

"Giovanni, you are very lucky today, but those two rich men let you send a sum."

"Yeah, so I won't do business today." The vendor said as he packed up the masked car, and after walking a few steps under the bridge, he stopped and muttered, "It's too early to go home at this time, it's better to go have a drink."

As he said that, he turned and walked towards the other end of the bridge where the young men and women disappeared in the envy of other vendors.

The crowd on the old bridge was endless, and the young men and women walked through the crowd casually. They did not notice that a vendor pushing a car was approaching them ingeniously not far behind, and the guards around them were basically No strangeness to that person in the crowd was found.

Getting closer, the masked man freed up a hand in the cart and quietly touched it under the cart.

He was very calm, years of assassination experience let him know when to shoot, and at the same time knowing that his mediocre appearance is the best disguise.

revenge!

He waited too long.

When he took off the mask, he had made up his mind, and he had the same patience to find the best time to assassinate!

Closer, the masked man could even hear the whispering laughter of the young couple.

But he did not act hastily.

As an experienced assassin, he knows that there are a large group of guards around the target who secretly protect them, and he does not want to die with the enemy.

So he needs to hit the hit at the best time, and then quickly escape.

The masked man slowly adjusted his breathing, only about six or seven steps away, at this distance he was absolutely sure to shoot the target with the short crossbow in his hand.

The short crossbow is modified, and it can shoot two poisonous crossbow arrows at the same time. The poison can be fatal even if it is only contaminated at a point. Moreover, he believes that it can shoot directly through the target's heart.

The masked man's arms were cocked quietly, and the crossbow arrows hidden under the wide sleeves were soaked with poison and the terrible arrows pointed at the young men and women in front.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of the masked man, and then a familiar face appeared in front of him.

"Is Giovanni you, God, it's a coincidence." A middle-aged businessman with the appearance of a businessman looked at the masked man in surprise, and then he stretched out his arms and embraced the masked man in excitement. "For two years We haven't seen each other anymore, why are you here, I thought you were in Rome."

The masked man seemed to respond excitedly to his friend's enthusiasm, and the two hugged each other on the old bridge where people came and went.

This scene of a friend's chance encounter is very ordinary, no one pays attention to them.

So no one noticed that the two arms of the masked man who was hugged tightly by the businessman were hanging weakly, and his body fell softly, but because he was hugged tightly by his "friend" Just lean on each other.

At the last moment of his life, the masked man put his head on the shoulders of the middle-aged businessman and raised his head vigorously, but his eyes were blurred. He saw that the two figures were gradually moving away, and their voices were noisy with the surroundings. The sound gradually blurred.

"Clean..."

This was the last thing the masked man said, and then the fire of his life was completely swallowed by that increasingly cold horror. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"what happened?"

The girl asked a little strangely. Seeing the young man stopped, she seemed to look back in confusion and looked back for something.

"It's nothing, I seem to hear an acquaintance talking."

"Oh?" The girl couldn't help but hid away instinctively, then she remembered that she was wearing a mask and would not be found.

So she stretched out her hand and took the young man's arm again: "Let's go ahead, this bridge is still growing."

"Okay."

The young man embraced the girl's waist and walked forward. The two figures gradually disappeared in the surging crowd.

The Arno River under the bridge is gurgling, and the bridge is lively and noisy.

The old bridge, just like those long years in the past, spans the Arno River.

It will also witness the glory of the centuries after the "Alexander Empire"...