The Rise of the European Emperor

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This day, which happens to be Sunday, is also the hottest season in Spain. Early in the morning, Caesar Borgia led five guards who were as strong as cattle, and rode on horses, walking slowly towards a nearby small church.

To be honest, Caesar Borgia is actually not that devout about faith. Once upon a time in Rome, when he was a cardinal, he was known for his wild life. For him, believing in God is nothing more than a cover for his inner evil. Although he was born in the family of a religious tycoon, the family has two popes. However, his father, Pope Alexander VI, was not a man of dogma himself.

But in any case, the influence of the Holy See is still very strong. If you want to hang out on the three-acre land in Western Europe, you have to pretend to be pious. You know, Caesar Borgia offended too many people back then, and many people expected him to die. How could he dare to make mistakes? If it seemed that he was not devout enough to God, maybe Pope Julius II, who had promised to let him go, would find an opportunity to deal with him.

Therefore, going to church every Sunday was not out of Caesar Borgia's own will, but he had to. Otherwise, it is tantamount to giving the enemy a handle.

On the way to the church, Caesar Borgia's team arrived at the small bridge. However, at this time, a manpower grain truck pushed by the porters from other places whom I met before happened to overturn on the small bridge, and a lot of oats were scattered on the ground.

At the same time, some locals gathered around to watch the fun. After all, it is rare to drop food on the ground. You know, the price of food in Spain is very high, and the price of a pound of oats is more than 3 pfennigs. And the overturned grain truck contained at least five or six hundred pounds of oats, which was worth a lot.

When Caesar Borgia's team arrived, the five men who were in charge of transporting the grain carts were frantically picking up the spilled grain on the ground...

"What's going on? Why are you blocking the way of the Duke? Bastards, don't you want to live?" one of Caesar Borgia's guards stepped forward and asked in Spanish.

At this time, the leading porter nodded and answered in his unskilled Spanish (Basque is popular in Navarra, but Cesar Borgia and his men are mainly proficient in Italian and Spanish):

"Dear master, I'm very sorry, our car is too broken, and it just happened to have a problem on the bridge, please forgive our mistake, we don't want to..." After finishing speaking, he bowed several times.

But the guard persisted and said:

"Do you know what you did? You obstructed the Duke's way to go to worship. This is disrespect to God! Bastard!" After finishing speaking, the guard was still puzzled, and raised his horsewhip to the porter leader. The leader of the porter didn't look up, so he was whipped. But on his face with his head lowered, a sinister look flashed across his face. But raising his head, he quickly put away his sinister look, and put on a look of infinite fear:

"Yes, sir, I understand, we will pack up the car as soon as possible and clear the road as soon as possible!"

"Then hurry up!" After finishing speaking, the guard went back impatiently.

...

At this time, the leading porter glanced at the distance inadvertently, feeling a little far away and unsure. So, he shook his head secretly towards his companions, and then continued to direct everyone to collect the grain and straighten the grain cart.

Then, after a while, the car was finally packed. And 5 porters, pushing the grain truck, crossed the bridge and stopped on the side of the road. And the person in the lead nodded and said:

"Master, it's all right, please cross the bridge!"

While he was talking, his four companions inadvertently put their hands under the grain bag while supporting the grain cart. If someone stood next to them and looked carefully, they would find the end of the dart...

When Caesar Borgia came to the bridge with 5 men, he found that there seemed to be a broken grain bag on the side of the small bridge.

A lot of oats have been sprinkled on the ground and I haven't had time to clean it up...

Why oats? When Caesar Borgia's team got on the bridge, the effect came out immediately - several war horses saw the most common food for European war horses - oats, and couldn't help it immediately. These 6 greedy war horses lowered their heads and began to eat the oats on the ground...

It's just that these poor Andalusian horses don't know that the oats on the ground are all poisonous oats with added ingredients, and they are very poisonous. However, there is no irritating smell. This is a kind of poison specially made by an Italian alchemist, which is specially used to kill horses.

The reason why these poisonous oats were used was to prevent Caesar Borgia and others from riding away in disorder. Especially Caesar Borgia, if the assassination target escapes, their mission will fail...

The poor horses didn't know that when they bowed their heads and ate oats, they were not far from death...

The porter in the lead looked at the horses openly eating oats, with a look of great reluctance on his face, as if his flesh had been cut with a knife.

Caesar Borgia was a little puzzled at first, but seeing the reluctance of the porter leader, he felt relieved. If the leader of the porter showed a smug smile, he might have drawn his sword immediately...

The leader of the porter, who was observing the situation with a look of reluctance, saw that several horses had eaten the poisonous oats, so he felt that the time was right. He suddenly opened his coat, pulled out two darts with blue light from the leather belt inside, and shouted loudly in English:

"attack!"

Then, two poisoned darts quickly flew to Caesar Borgia, who was wearing only a single shirt on his upper body...

His four partners were not slow to react. They quickly pulled out the hands that were holding the grain cart. Everyone held throwing knives in their left and right hands, and two of them held three darts in one hand.

Under the shout of the leader, about 11 darts flew towards Caesar Borgia and his guards, and most of them flew towards Caesar Borgia...

"There are assassins!"

"Protect the Lord Duke!"

Several knight-born guards reacted immediately, and rode their horses to block Caesar Borgia with their bodies.

Caesar Borgia had already been hit by a poison dart on his arm at this time, and his body felt numb. Seeing that the five assassins were about to continue throwing darts, he immediately rode his horse back and let the guards stand in front. And he himself began to retreat...

Under the rain of darts, the two guards died on the spot. The three people who were alive also began to dodge. And Caesar Borgia, clutching the right arm of the dart, began to drive the horse back...

But he didn't expect that there was an assassin hidden in the crowd of onlookers behind him...

After the assassination began, most of the onlookers on the south side of the bridge screamed and began to flee in all directions, except for two old men who still did not leave.

When Caesar Borgia was clutching his numb right arm and retreating from the bridge to the south of the bridge, two men who looked like old men happened to take out poisoned darts with blue light from their waists...

Coincidentally, Caesar Borgia happened to have his back facing them at this time...

"Hey!" Four poisoned darts were thrust straight into the back of Caesar Borgia, who was very close to two assassins dressed as old men...

"No, I got hit in the back!" Caesar Borgia was shocked when two poisonous throwing knives were inserted into his back—he knew that it was a big hit this time...

At this time, the three guards of Caesar Borgia who were still alive had drawn out the knight light swords they were wearing, and slashed at the four dart masters beside the grain cart. However, this time the four dart players threw not darts, but a handful of flour...

Suddenly, white smoke filled the bridge, and the three guards disappeared for a while. And those four dart players continued to throw darts...

In order to prevent themselves from being hacked to death, they threw darts on the horses of the three guards this time...

The war horse was in pain, and immediately let go of its legs and ran away. And those three guards naturally couldn't cut the dart player. And the dartman continued to throw darts from behind...

As for Caesar Borgia, after feeling the dart in the back, he immediately endured the pain, clamped the horse's stomach with his legs, and rushed out with a diagonal thrust. But before rushing out, another dart was hit on the back...

However, at this time, six Andalusian horses that had eaten the poisonous oats started to suffer from poisoning almost simultaneously, foaming at the mouth. Then, 6 horses fell one after another. And Caesar Borgia, who had three poison darts stuck in his back, was also broken by the horse at the same time as the horse fell down...

And among the 3 guards he survived, one was hit by a dart, and only 2 remained, but as the horse suddenly fell down, they were also thrown into a coma, and one of them fainted on the spot. The other one probably broke his leg too, so he won't be able to get up for a while.

At this moment, several dart players rushed to the place where Caesar Borgia was, and threw another rain of darts at Caesar Borgia who was lying on the ground and screaming...

This time, Caesar Borgia, who was lying on the ground and his legs were pressed down by the horse's back, couldn't dodge if he wanted to. After all, those darts are poisoned...

"withdraw!"

A total of seven dart players immediately rushed to a small yard not far from the small bridge. And in the small courtyard, there are 7 horses tied...

Not long after, the once notorious Marshal of the Pope, Caesar Borgia, burped completely after the poison on the dart broke out...

As for his five men, only one is still alive soberly. However, like Caesar Borgia, he also broke his leg and was unable to get up and chase. Moreover, the horse has died of poison. Even if he wanted to pursue him, he had no horses to ride... and the other survivor passed out blissfully, knowing nothing...

When Caesar Borgia's body began to cool down, Navarra's official army arrived late. It has been more than three hours since Caesar Borgia was assassinated. No way, there is no mobile phone to call the police these days. The official army of the Kingdom of Navarre can come so quickly because the scene is relatively close to Pamplona, ​​the capital of the Kingdom of Navarre...

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