Vol 5 Chapter 1: Where is the Roman Orthodox?

In the weather in January, the ground was frozen hard, and a was forced down, and only a few pieces of ground soil were raised, but even a shallow pit was not visible on the ground.
An old man bowed his waist and lifted his tools hard, hitting the ground, as if resentful of the land in front of him, but it was all in vain. In such a cold day, nothing seemed to be able to do anything.
A glimmer of light gleamed in the gloomy sky, and the long-lost sunlight showed a shadow from the clouds, but then was blocked by the dark clouds. It was just a little warm and then cooled down again, so that the old man working with the could not help shrinking his neck.
"Grandpa, look!" A child who was helping to turn the soil on the ground suddenly yelled, pointing at the distance.
The old man straightened up and looked in the direction of his grandson's fingers, and soon saw a series of small shadows gradually running towards them.
"Work, don't worry about business." The old man yelled, lowering his head and continuing to work in the field.
There are too many people from all walks of life you come and go this year, especially in this place, and I do n’t know how those big figures have taken aim at this backcountry. It ’s either you or me who are fighting.
Speaking of the old man, he ca n’t remember paying taxes to some old men. If it ’s not a rare land that can grow crops, it ’s that this family will be hungry this year.
The land is a good thing. If you open the soil and plant seeds, you will have a good harvest next year.
The old man didn't know why the big guys were battling, and it was probably for the land, but how much land would it take to make those people fight like that.
The eldest son of the old man was taken away to fight with the old man, and he has n’t returned yet. I do n’t know if he can come back, and the younger son is still alive and thinking about going to be a soldier, because it is said that he can earn a lot Money, don't you know that the land is the root of life?
The old man took out the hanging jug from his waist and took a sip and handed it to the grandson who came by.
Although the child received the jug, his eyes kept staring at the cavalry team in the distance, and then he opened his mouth slightly as if he saw something strange, and at the same time, he forced his grandfather's clothes corner and gestured. He took a look.
The old man did not pay attention to the cavalry, but he knew that it was better to work with his head down at this time, and if he watched more, he might cause trouble.
Now that Sun Tzu keeps pressing his clothes, he can't help but look up, or he seems to have done something wrong.
At first glance, the old man knew why the grandson was like that.
The cavalry were dressed in various costumes, and it was not a team at first glance. It seemed that their flags came from many different places. This was nothing. What surprised the old man's grandchildren was the fact that a woman was seen in the team.
The old man has seen a lot of people, so at a glance, they know that these are murderous, non-blinking characters. From the sturdy body and the grim look, they can know that they are not good people, so when they rush in In the ground, he even trampled several pockets of the old man on the ground. When the winter seeds were all over the ground, the old man did not show any dissatisfaction, but just pulled the grandson hard, not to let him mess up move.
But the cavalry stopped in front of them. A man with dirt on his face urged the horse to take two steps forward and came to the old man with a white breath in his mouth and asked: "Kurash knight of Kachulica Do you live here? "
The old man nodded. He knew that the Kurash knight this man said was the old man in their family and several nearby villages. Speaking of this, the Kurash knight became the oldest man in the village, because most of the old masters confiscated In the last 2 years, the renter was either driven away or killed.
But Master Kurash has been in this village for almost 5 years. Although some people came to find fault, they were all taught by him, some escaped, some simply lost their lives.
Perhaps the master Kurash Knight killed too many people. There are rumors in the village that every night, the wailing of the dead will be heard from the Kurash mansion.
Of course, the old man would be fine with these people. If they are friends of Lord Kurash, they are saying bad things about the old man. If they are enemies, do not listen to them and think he is helping the old man to intimidate them.
"The old man was in his house, just over the mountain," the old man pointed to the distance, and then added carefully. "But the old man is Rakush, not Kachulica."
"Of course you don't know who he is."
The man turned his horse's head back to his companions. He first said something, and then he whispered something to the woman with a tightly wrapped face.
The old man's grandson looked at it curiously. Although the package was strict, they could still see that it should be a young woman. It was strange to see such a young woman and such a group of people in such a place. Seems to be very valued by these people, which made the old man's grandchildren look at it more.
The man shouted, but just as the team seemed to move on, the woman suddenly came out of the team, and she led the horse forward to the old man's grandson. Under the uneasy gaze of the grandson, she thought I want to turn around and make a gesture to a person.
The man shook his head a little helplessly, but still kept up and took out a gold coin from his carrying bag and threw it to the old man.
"This is the seed you're going to trample on," the man said, and the woman looked at the eyes, showing a "OK" look.
The young woman nodded silently, and then came back to glance at the old man's grandchildren, before pulling the reins back into the team.
Seeing that team disappeared quickly, the old man looked at the gold coin in his hand, a gold gurney, which was a good thing.
The old man put the gold coin in his mouth and bit it hard, looking at the shallow tooth marks on it and smiling.
"It's really gold coins," the old man said to Sun Tzu. He didn't expect to encounter a good thing in such a cold day. Although it was a pity that the seeds were trampled, this gold coin was enough to offset the loss.
"Grandpa, have you noticed that the woman's eyes are so beautiful." Sun Zi was stunned looking at the disappeared back of the team. "I don't know if she is so beautiful except for her eyes."
"Don't think of stupid boy, such a girl is not something we can think about indiscriminately, you just stay at home and grow the land honestly, don't learn what your uncle looks like."
Speaking of this, the old man suddenly had a meal, and then suddenly turned to look at the direction of the disappearance of the team.
"Speaking of your uncle, it seems that when he went out a few days ago, he said that he would go to the Rakush knight to find an errand. God bless them not to find fault."
The Kulash knight of Kachulica is the master of this land, but as the old man said, the locals only know the knight of Rakush, but he does n’t know much about where he came from.
But when he came to this land with a seal of honor with the seal of the king, it was the most chaotic period here.
With the invasion of the Ottomans in the early years, lords and knights in many places participated in the war against the pagans.
As a result, most of them did not return, and the lucky aristocrats who survived or did not go at all took the opportunity to swallow the land without the owner, and quietly removed the border monument of the neighbor ’s house from their location. Until the land that has lost its owner is blatantly owned, various disputes are endless.
The knight of Rakush had a certificate of approval from the king, but when he arrived here, he discovered that the land that should have been sealed to him had been engulfed by a local nobleman.
So the knight of Rakush went to the nobleman to reason, and the result was that he finally inserted the man's head on a wooden stake belonging to his land to make a boundary marker.
It seems cruel to do this, even a little pagan style.
But doing so here obviously played a great deterrent role. At least the process of inheriting the land of the Rakush knights went smoothly until the relatives of the nobleman heard the matter and began to retaliate.
This shows that the knight of Rakush is powerful, he has defeated several batches of enemies to seek revenge, and his methods are also cruel, except for those who can escape or did not die on the spot, he always fights in battle. Use the most brutal means to kill the enemy without leaving the armor. The terrible misfortune of the dead person scares both his enemy and the tenants on his land.
However, since the Rakush knight came, this land has been quiet for quite a few days, at least for several years and has not been told to change the owner from time to time.
As for the old knights who come to the door to fight and kill, it has nothing to do with the locals.
As the old man said, Rakush lives in the house behind this barren hill. As for whether it is a big house, he has his own views. At least in the eyes of many of these visitors, this is the backcountry countryside. If not Because they were looking for this one called Rakush, they would not have come to this place because of this crime in such cold weather.
The so-called big house is actually a few wooden houses that are not very big. There is a wooden fence outside the house. It seems to be used to prevent wild boar. From the gap of the fence, you can see that there should be a layer of platform inside, and the people inside stand Defend against foreign enemies above.
When you walk into the courtyard, you can go to the whole house. From the open door to the main hall, you can see a large hearth in the middle of the hollow wooden floor. The blazing fire reflects the pillars that support the house. Road shaking shadow.
A man with thick fur shoulders walked out of the house slowly. His figure was burly, his hair was long and he was scattered on his shoulders, and he took a mouthful of a jug while drinking. With.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" The man asked vaguely, judging from his drunken appearance, he probably could not tell the appearance of these people at all.
"Kurash of Kachulica?" The man who asked before slowly came out of the line, looking at the drunk man in front of him. He picked up the leather hat on his head with his whip. "Tell me are you Kurash ? "
"Yes, I'm Kurash," the drunk man poured his mouth into the mouth, and came to the man crookedly, looking up at him with his head up, "Is there anything, sir?"
Turning a blind eye to the man's exaggerated irony, the man immediately took the horse around the drunk standing on the ground slowly around.
When he returned to the drunkard again, the man said coldly: "Kulash of Kachulica, in the name of the true master of Greece, you have been called into the army fighting the Ottomans and brought you People and weapons, prepare to fight for the king. "
After the man finished speaking, he was about to turn his horse back to the team, but a sudden voice made him stop.
"Do not."
The voice is simple and simple without any hesitation.
The man took Ma Zhen's hand to rest, he slowly led the horse forward to the drunkard, first looked at him, and then asked quietly, "What did you just say?"
"I said, no."
The drunk man replied carelessly, saying he raised his hand and took a sip of wine.
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, his whip twitched slightly in his hand, and suddenly as the wrist was raised, the whip was pulled towards the drunkard with a chilling wind and screams, and he pulled his face away!
But this man apparently underestimated the drunkard who seemed to be unsteady under his feet in front of him. Just when his whip was halfway swung, his wrist was firmly grasped, and the drunkard's other hand was flying fast. Digged into his waist!
When the knight hadn't figured it out, with a glare of light, the saber on his waist had been pulled out of the scabbard by the drunkard, and the sharp and cold tip of the sword immediately hit his throat!
There was a burst of exclamation from the people behind, and some people pulled out their weapons one after another, and the drunkard had pulled the knight from the horse by then.
The sword in his hand was tightly pressed against the knight's neck, and the mouth was breathing with alcohol, and he looked at the group of people in front of him with playful eyes.
"Listen, I ’ve done my duty for the king, and I promise that I have fought more battles than any of you, so do n’t disturb me, I do n’t want to kill anyone else except myself, so you Quickly leave my land. "
"Release Lord Lord immediately," a follower brandishing his weapon seemed to want to save his master, but he just rushed in front of him, but he couldn't help but hesitated when he saw the sword on the master's neck. The drunk man had taken the opportunity to suddenly pick forward with his sword. In the scream of the attendant, his wrist had been hit hard by the drunk man with his sword spine. While his weapon landed, the body bent down and the drunk man lifted He kicked his leg on the shoulder of the follower and kicked him back and back into the frozen pond in the yard.
"Look at you fools, you still want to fight the Ottomans, and the old people waiting to die at home are stronger than you." The drunkard pressed the sword to the knight's neck again, making those who tried to rush up have to stop. Step down, "Listen to me no matter who you ordered, don't bother me, otherwise I won't be polite."
The drunkard said as he bent over to pick up the bottle thrown on the ground.
"Bang!" A sound like a bowstring came from the opposite side, and at the same time a cold wind came on the face!
The drunk man instantly dragged the knight backward with vigilance, and then he saw a black shadow with the crackling sound of "snap", hitting the wine bottle.
Instant debris, the bottle was torn apart.
Kurash raised his head in amazement. His years of experience in birth and death would no longer make him feel afraid, but he was a little curious that if there was no wrong guess, the one who shot such an accurate arrow seemed to be the most prominent of these people. Young woman.
Or it should be a girl, because even if she is wearing very thick clothes, her face is also tightly wrapped, Kurash can still see that she should not be old.
The girl slowly pushed the horse forward, and someone immediately followed her.
"Ha, a girl, this is really rare. The Ottomans have scared you now that even women are called up?"
"Close your stinky mouth," the knight, whose throat was pressed by Jian Feng, struggled strugglingly. "She is your master, you have to kneel and salute her."
"My master is God," Kurash yanked the knight's collar. "If you are not honest, I will let you see my master now."
"Really, then I want to see how the Kurash Knights, who were said to have killed 100 Ottomans, took my life ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The Knights struggled hard twice without fear, but were killed by Kula Even hitting the back of the neck with the hilt immediately turned around.
"He was right," the man who looked after the girl led the horse forward and stopped at the side-by-side position with the girl. "She is your master, and you should respect her."
"What a joke?"
Kurash looked at the people in front with some doubt, only then did he notice the flags in the hands of the soldiers behind the team.
"Yubia, Sevitis, Thrace, and Transylvania," Kurash accidentally saw several flags among those flags that made him unexpected, and really made him feel incredible. What's more, among these flags, there is a flag that is both strange and familiar.
The gold and white cross on the red background and the unique two-headed eagle logo made Kurash stunned. He swore that he had read it correctly, but he could n’t understand why this flag appeared in his yard. .
"Kurashi of Kachulica, in front of you is the descendants of the Roman Empire, the last Eastern Roman Empire Emperor Constantine XI in this world, the emperor of Constantinople and the Romans The heir to. "The man said, looking at the girl next to him.
Under Kurash's startled gaze, the girl took off the scarf wrapped around her face.
A healthy, ivory-skinned face appeared in front of the knight.
A pair of very large and beautiful eyes fixed on the knight standing in front of him,
"Sophia Alexandra Valleolo," the man declared loudly to Kurash, who was already at a loss. "In front of you is a proof of the orthodox existence of Rome, as the Knight of Giras said , She is your monarch, you should call her your master. "