Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

Looking far from the direction of the city, the gates of Rome are invisible.

This is not because something is blocking the view, but because the gate is too "big".

In other words, it is simply a huge gap in which the entire city wall was directly cut off.

Except for the symbolic roman columns standing at both ends of the wall, which are invisible to each other, this gap, which is completely invisible in the whole wall, looks a little weird.

The reason why there is such a strange city gate is because the walls of the Roman Empire during the history were indeed demolished.

The rise of the Goths was a nightmare for the Romans. When the Goths eroded from the beginning to the end of the most glorious empire in ancient Europe, the Goths waged wars on Rome again and again.

The Great City Gate was one of these wars. After another Roman defeat, it was forcibly demolished by the Goths.

But the Romans have always been proud. This pride has continued from ancient times to the present day. From the Romans to the Goths who later became conquerors, they will claim to be "Romans" with pride in others.

This is not uncommon. In this era of no difference between London and Paris and the backcountry, Rome is the greatest and most magnificent city in Europe. Rome bears not only the long-awaited history, but also the entire The soul of the Christ world in Europe.

It ’s just that Joanna, the Queen of Naples, clearly does n’t feel these innumerable sighs, or she does n’t even care about expressing her feelings in a city built of stones. After entering the French-occupied area, she was always Embarrassed, even worried.

Joanna ’s uneasiness was not about worrying that the French were against her. She knew that once the place where the two armies confronted her, although she was in the French occupation zone, she was much safer. After all, the French were Not daring to openly do harm to her queen of Naples.

She was worried about those who assassinated Cardinal Monteiro.

She didn't know if these people were watching her secretly, or they were plotting how to assassinate her?

Joanna was terrified at the thought of this, so she made people call Alexander by her carriage, and kept whispering that he must be careful and alert.

Alexander was somewhat helpless. Of course he knew that the so-called conspirator who tried to assassinate the queen did not exist, because he was the one who killed the cardinal messengers.

Although he did feel guilty when he killed those people, he didn't know them, just to have an excuse to enter Rome, but he still kept remembering the horrified faces of those people before they were killed.

No one is innocent and innocent, including me.

Alexander murmured secretly in his heart. When he raised his head inadvertently, he saw a statue standing under the wall of the Great City Gate he was about to pass. He couldn't help but stunned.

The statue was kneeling humiliatingly on the ground, with chains wrapped around its clear arms carved by skilled craftsmen. The statue's face was full of pain, and its large mouth seemed to be accusing something. The expression on the stone gives a suppressed oppression.

"Roman guilt," Joanna seemed to perceive Alexander's confounded look, and she slightly leaned her head out of the carriage to look at the statue and explained, "This was the guilt that was committed to punish the Romans."

Alexander nodded silently, of course he knew the statue, although the last time he saw it, the statue had lost half of its body.

A team of Frenchmen passed by the team, and Alexander couldn't help looking at them.

Seeing the King of Naples flag, many soldiers are at a loss in their eyes. Obviously they do n’t even know this flag that belongs to their enemies. After all, for most soldiers, those complex family crests that are so complicated and headaches Too far away from them, in fact, in addition to those special heraldic officers, even the nobles often can't tell who the various coats of arms are.

Another team of Frenchmen came, but this time Alexander was vaguely aware of the difference. He looked at the other party, looking at the French men who were not tall but very strong. Alexander couldn't help but touch the waist gently. Hilt.

Also aware of the strange queen, she immediately drew her head back into the car, and then looked nervously outside.

Not far from Alexander, the Frenchman raised his hand to signal that the team stopped, and then he slowly walked forward with the horse.

"Stop in the name of the French King!"

The Frenchman's voice is very loud. When he shouted loudly, it seemed that everyone in the street could hear him

"I am the Franconian Knight of Lange, the entourage next to His Majesty King Charles," the French continued to announce aloud, "I request that you immediately lower that flag in the name of His Majesty Charles, which is a provocation to the Kings of France and Naples, It is absolutely not allowed. "

Alexander looked back slightly at the queen's carriage. He knew that Joanna should be staring at this time. Just as he wondered whether the queen was moving uncomfortably, the carriage door suddenly opened when he was shaking.

Joanna walked down the carriage unexpectedly.

Alexander noticed that the face of Queen Naples was flushed. Perhaps the double blow of anger and humiliation finally defeated the fear. With the accompanying maid, Joanna desperately walked through the front and went to the front of the team.

"I am Joanna of Naples, are you going to threaten the Queen of Naples?"

Joanna questioned the French loudly. She stared angrily at the man. Her trembling body because of her anger made her not only look more majestic because of this anger, but rather give her a pitiful appearance.

However, she fell into Alexander's eyes like this, but it was another impression.

An arrogant and stupid woman.

Alexander had such a thought in his heart. He always had no affection for the queen. This was because the woman was too arrogant, and the bigger reason was that he thought the woman was too greedy.

The French seemed to be a little surprised by Joanna's sudden appearance. His stubby neck was slightly adjusted towards the middle, his eyes were fixed on Joanna, and then he bowed his head slowly and saluted.

"If I offend you, I apologize to you here, but as an official of the King of France, I must maintain the majesty of my monarch. If you insist on holding this flag, I can only be rude to my king."

The French who claimed to be the Knights of Frangry raised their hands, and as he moved, the French soldiers behind him quickly spread from the center of the street to both sides.

"Protect the Queen!"

Alexander shouted loudly, and the Agri soldiers beside him immediately surged forward, while Carlo protected the pale-faced Joanna from retreating behind the line.

The lively crowd, who had been watching from afar, immediately panicked.

As the center of Europe, Rome has infinite glory, but it also has no shortage of conspiracy and killing.

So those people have no doubt that there will be a street massacre.

Alexander's eyes quickly glanced over the people on the opposite side, and then he was sure that these people did not carry firearms.

Because of its bulkiness and inconvenience, firearms are far less popular than swords and even crossbows at this time, especially in cities. Because conflicts often occur suddenly, it is too late to ignite the matchlock, so people are more willing to carry sabers or Short thorn sword.

Alexander thought quickly, he was certainly not willing to reveal the cards just for the conflict in front of him. For him, the short muskets that the Agri people carried with him were his truly trustworthy reliance.

As for the King Banner of Naples, he never expected such a badge to become his shield.

Alexander's hand pressed the hilt, and he knew it wasn't until he drew his sword, while he was staring at the Frenchman on the opposite side, wondering if he needed a hole in the Frenchman if necessary.

"Hey, stop it!"

A young voice suddenly came from the nearby alley. As the two young men on horseback rushed into the confrontation between the two teams of horses, everyone's eyes could not help but cast on the two uninvited guests.

This is a pair of young people who look gorgeous and equally young and beautiful. They are wearing the most popular coats in Rome and Florence today. They have smooth tassels and dazzling colors. They are paired with these knights' crotch mounts. Horse clothing with the same tedious pattern makes them look more fashionable and glorious.

But despite this, the difference can still be seen in their small movements.

Alexander had recognized one of these two young men, and it was the young nobleman named Clermont, whom he had seen outside the Roman city, and the young man he followed was very strange.

The young man circled back and forth on the open ground of the confronting sides. After using this method to slightly separate the sides of the crossbow, he turned his horse's head to the Neapolitan team, Lisuo jumped off the horse, and then took off his head. A broad-brimmed hat against a large white snowy swan kneeled down on one knee towards Joanna's carriage.

"Please forgive me for not being able to greet you in time, Your Majesty," the young man said loudly. His voice was very loud. Unlike the Frenchman named Frangri, although his voice was loud but not unpleasant, and accompanied The tone of a certain place sounds very unique. "My name is Constantine de la Rovere. Dear Your Majesty, please allow me to show you the way."

After the young man finished speaking, he raised his head, his eyes crossed the tight guards in the front, and fell on the faintly visible carriage behind. His eyes were extremely hot, and he did n’t even need to carefully distinguish it to be sure. Eyes of love swirling.

When the young man self-reported his door, many people's eyes immediately became hot, especially the Frenchman. When he heard the name, it seemed that in order to hear his next words carefully, his stubby neck turned back There was a correction in the middle, and then he walked towards the young man.

"The people of Rovere's family should not be here," the French said in a low voice. "The king and the bishop of Genoa are the closest friends. I must know this in detail."

"Of course I know, just as I often accompany His Majesty the King with the Bishop Master."

The young man inadvertently said something that surprised the French.

The Cavaliers looked at the young man a little hesitantly, and then suddenly remembered something like: "Master, have you ever participated in the Cavaliers competition in Loire?"

"Not only participated in the competition, but also got enough championships there," the young man answered with a smile, his voice was loud, of course, he wanted to let Joanna in the carriage hear it, and then he took the long sword with the sheath. On the ground, I said to the French, "Although the Bishop has a deep friendship with the King, but in order to protect the dignity of the wife I have decided to take the oath, I will still use my sword."

A layer of iron blue appeared on the French man's face. He still seemed to want to insist on not giving way, but when he looked at this young man named Constantine de la Rovere, he seemed unable to take courage. .

"Adult, I must say that your actions will make the bishop very difficult."

Finally, the French gave up their final efforts. He bent down to salute the young man, then saluted Joanna's carriage, and then turned around without looking back, passing the team behind him, taking his men along The street went far away.

Joanna had already got off the carriage again at this time. She stood in front of the carriage and looked at the faintly young man in front of the line, unable to reveal a curious look.

"Where did this male peacock come from?" Carlo murmured in annoyance. He was already prepared to fight the French, but the sudden appearance of this young man destroyed him Good calculation.

"Are you asking who he is?"

Alexander asked, UU reading www.uukanshu.com looked at the back of the young man who was slowly walking across the line to Joanna, then kneeling to salute again, and Alexander smiled gently.

"If I remember correctly, Constantine de la Rovere should be the son of the Archbishop of Genoa Giuliano de la Rovere."

Seeing Carlo open his mouth in amazement, and then closed silently, Alexander whispered with the hilt that had been put in his sheath: "There is nothing particularly strange, and now the noble Pope In contrast, the Archbishop of Genoa is a model of piety and willingness to be poor. "

Carlo's mouth opened again, and he obviously didn't expect Alexander to dare to attack the pope so brazenly.

Then his face was white, and he noticed that the young nobleman named Constantine de la Rovere seemed to hear Alexander's words.

He glanced back when he stood up.

Then Carlo saw that he looked at Alexander's eyes, also smiling. To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: