Vol 2 Chapter 36: Enemies

Everything was so sudden that even before he could figure out who the enemy was, Alexander had followed the people to the castle walls.
The night outside was heavy, and the rolling hills were completely shrouded in darkness. The original bright moon was somehow covered by dark clouds, which seemed to have lost the last light between heaven and earth.
A torch in the outgoing slot of the castle was full of torches, and people looked down at the light of the torches.
Although almost completely shrouded in darkness, but in the light of fire, you can still see the shadows looming in the distance.
"Who is it?" A soldier asked his companion carefully, but did not get an answer. The sudden appearance of an unknown enemy made everyone secretly nervous.
"French?"
"How could the French have been driven away."
"That's the Ottomans, heretics!"
"Don't be stupid. The Ottomans will not come to Cosenza even if they call. They should go to Naples or Venice."
The people on the city wall whispered and looked at the shadowy figures in the distance. Tension and excitement enveloped everyone for a while.
"Be careful, don't be careless!" The captain reminded along the wall, his armor flashing in the firelight, and the sound of the armor crashed as he walked.
"Adult, do you know who it is?" A soldier asked the captain who came over.
"I don't know where they came from, maybe hell, but if they dare to attack, we let them know that Cosenza is more terrible than hell."
The captain's words immediately caused a burst of laughter, and the already tense atmosphere eased a lot.
Many people started whistling outside to shake the torches, some even dared to jump on the battlements and dangling demonstrations.
In the dark night outside the city wall, I don't know how many enemies are slowly approaching. When they finally stop, they can vaguely see the shaking figures and the reflection of the weapons reflected by the moonlight.
The captain of the Cavaliers asked people to poke a few torches into the jacks protruding out of the wall, and then shouted loudly to the following: "Who is the person outside, report your name and origin!"
The captain's shouts were not answered, but some shadowy figures began to run back and forth in the distant woods, as if they were busy.
"Where did they come from," the captain pushed the helmet back, wiped the sweat off his face, and stared carefully at the shadows below.
"These don't seem to be French," a guard whispered near him.
"Fool, of course not a Frenchman," the captain cursed angrily. "But it shouldn't be those mercenaries. They seem to have many people, but nothing terrible."
"Sir, do we want to send people out to see," a knight asked. "At least you should know who they are, or send someone to Naples for help."
Looking at the deep night, the captain hesitated or shook his head to reject the suggestion: "No, we don't know how many people they have. Sending people out will be very risky, and it might be better when the day comes."
Alexander stood in front of a battlement and looked out. He was careful. He was hidden far away from the bright place, and his body flashed behind the battlement.
There should be no long-range weapons that can be deadly in this era. As for the matchlock, although the close-range power is huge, regardless of the range and accuracy, it is not enough to pose an absolutely lethal threat to people.
But even in this way, Alexander did not dare to take it lightly. The first time he really participated in the battle and the tension with the unknown enemy made him try to be more cautious.
Alexander did not believe that he was the kind of hero who would walk around him even when standing in front of the enemy. On the contrary, he still remembered the various examples of inexplicable death on the battlefield.
"Why are you afraid?" A knight came to look at Alexandria with a mocking look, even though it was nominally ruled by the Aragonese royal family, but it didn't seem to be very affectionate to the Sicilian whether it was Naples or Cosenza.
"Just be careful." Alexander didn't care about the other person's disdainful eyes. Only those who survived on the battlefield could despise others. Those who were always self-righteous and often did not end well.
"They are so far away that even the most powerful crossbow can't threaten you." The knight looked out at the figures that were always hidden in the dark. "And we have the protection of the city walls. Cosenza has not been protected for many years. It has been captured. "
"When was the last time you were captured?" After hearing this, Alexander couldn't help asking.
"Last time, when I was not born yet, it is said to be ..."
boom!
Suddenly a muffled noise came from around him. Alexander turned his head and looked at it, stunned to see that the knight who had just spoken had fallen on his back!
The armor hitting the ground made a dull sound, and the half-black arrow with its forehead pointed into the sky strangely.
"There are crossbowmen!" There was a panic scream from the city wall, and no one expected that the other party would attack at such a far distance, although this might just be a crossbowman hiding in the trees near the city wall, but never again No one dared to care.
Several provocative people standing on the battlement jumped down, one of them even accidentally fell out of the wall due to panic.
"Don't panic!" The captain's voice sounded from a distance. "Quit the torch!"
People immediately threw away the torches plugged into the city walls and shrouded in darkness for a while.
"How is this going?"
The captain rushed to the man who fell to the ground, watching his twitching body, hesitatingly pulled out the dagger slowly, he lowered his head and hugged the man, whispering something in his ear, and then lifted A slash of his wrist cut his throat.
Alexander watched this scene silently. Although he had seen many dead people on the night of Palermo, it was always a riot, maybe bloody, but it was different from the battlefield.
If everything that happened in Palermo is full of madness, then what is happening in Cosenza has some kind of indifference that makes it difficult for him to get used to it.
It is indeed indifference, a kind of indifference to life, this indifference can be to the enemy or to oneself.
"He is the captain's brother." A man whispered to Alexander.
Alexander was slightly surprised, but the captain turned around and looked at him: "Master, if you have nothing else to do, maybe you can go and accompany the count and the lady, you are not needed here."
Looking at the captain's gloomy face, Alexander nodded in agreement, he knew it was better not to anger this person at this time.
And he did have to visit Ruosha. Before he suddenly heard that the enemy attacked people involuntarily ran up the city wall. Although he doesn't know who these enemies are now, he thought of Ruosha after a little stability.
The earl had already put on armor, and although he looked like a tumbler wearing armor because of his lost arm, when he saw the earl standing in the middle of the hall, he still felt vaguely He was the kind of majesty when he was in the air.
But now the majesty of the earl can only be displayed in front of his daughter. After yelling for a while, the earl's attendant poured him a glass of wine, and soon the earl mumbled and was carried back to the room.
Ruosha had put on a lighter robe at this time. When she saw Alexandria, she greeted her and whispered outside to ask about the situation outside. After listening, Ruosha looked at Alexandria somewhat blankly.
"Do you still not know who the enemy is?"
"It's too dark, and the enemies obviously don't want us to discover their whereabouts," said Alexander suddenly when he said something. "Oh, they seem to be from the north."
Ruosha's face sagged slightly, and she knew what Alexander meant.
She and Burelli were heading north in the past, thinking about how they might meet those people later, Ruosha's face was slightly pale.
"Don't worry now, Cosenza will not be easily broken, and we have enough food," Ruosha wanted to say some good news to make her depressed mood better, but then her tone slowly fell. Going down, "but we were attacked, no one will know our situation, right?"
Looking at Luo Sha's inquiry, Alexander, who didn't want to worry about her, finally nodded.
"Cosenza is really difficult to break through, but if no one knows it will be a bit worse. Unless our enemies are not many, we may have to wait for them to run out of food."
"But who are they, and no one knows who our enemy is now?" Ruosha walked a little impetuously. "It seems that the people here have lived too leisurely, and we haven't really fought in a long time. battle."
"I haven't fought with the French?" Alexander asked this sentence with a bit of regret. Sure enough, he saw the slightly fierce gaze cast by Ruo Sha.
"Uncle Modillo and the French are doing well." However, Ruo Sha still tried to explain, although her face was slightly red when she said this.
Although Modillo did have a high reputation in Naples, his relationship with the French also made him a traitor in the eyes of many Neapolitans. About this, even the noble lady such as Ruosha had already heard of it.
As Modillo's in-laws and allies, Cosenza was not threatened during the French invasion, which also became a reason for being attacked by many people.
"Uncle Modillo may have his own reasons." Now that he has confessed his identity, Alexander Nature is on the side of Modillo, and he does not think that Modillo did anything wrong.
In this era, the meaning of the country is vaguely difficult to grasp. In fact, as long as you think about a king far from the other corner of the Mediterranean but also a king of Sicily, you can roughly understand how much of this is involved, and France and Britain are separated by the sea. The rivals who met each other, but because a king justly and vigorously appealed for the inheritance of another country, he fought for a hundred years, which made people feel that the intricacies are really a confused account of the unclear.
"What shall we do now?" Ruosha's thoughts quickly returned to her eyes. She looked out of the hall, and suddenly pulled Alexander through a side door to a corner. "What do you think if we fled at this time, no People will pay attention to us. "
"You still want to escape now, and you still want me to escape with you?" Alexander looked at the sister incredulously.
"Be quiet," Zuosha looked around, and then whispered, "Listen, even though many enemies outside can siege Kosensa, this castle can defend for a long time. Soon Naples will know At that time, Uncle Modillo will definitely come to us, so do n’t worry about this at all. But if that is the case, maybe Alfred may take the opportunity to propose, I do n’t know what Uncle Modillo thought, but I do n’t want to marry To the prince, so I thought I had to run away as soon as possible. "
Speaking of which, Ruosha stopped to look at Alexander's look and continued: "And you don't want Uncle Modillo to know right now, but to know that he is a very shrewd person, if I don't help you, maybe If you come close to our mother, you will probably be seen by him, at least doubt your purpose, because you do n’t look like her suitors. "
Alexander coughed, and he was a little unaccustomed to this way of saying, although he also knew that the atmosphere of this era seemed to be like this.
"Who do you think is outside?"
"I don't know, but I don't know anyone but the French will attack us suddenly. After all, our territory belongs to Naples." Ruosha finished angrily, and looked at Alexander again. "You really refuse to join me." go away?"
"Not unwilling, but if it is too risky to walk now." Alexander explained helplessly. "I know you are worried that the Earl may not be able to leave if he comes to Cosenza, but if you fall outside the hands of those people It ’s not worse here. "
"Of course I have a way to be undetected," Ruosha said, glancing at Alexander again. "In fact, I can leave without being discovered by you, but I didn't expect you to be aware of Berri's move."
Alexander froze for a moment, then he understood the meaning of Ruosha's words.
Obviously, there should still be secret passages in this castle, but I do n’t know for what reason, Ruosha did not choose to use these secret passages.
"Don't take any more risks." Listening to the footsteps of someone passing by, Alexander whispered in the ear of Russa. "Let us figure out who the people are outside, and then decide what to do."
Having finished speaking, before waiting for what Zuo Sha said, he quickly walked through the side door to the hall.
Only then did he realize that Burelli was not waiting outside.
"If you don't want to kill her, persuade her to stay." Alexander said in a low voice as he passed by Berri.
Burleigh seemed to want to refute, but after all, there was still no voice.
Alexander had just walked out of the hall and saw a panicked Mahimo running towards him.
"This is a terrible trip ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The monk can't stop nagging." Adult, I know there might be many hardships following you, but I never thought I would go to the battlefield one day, you know I'm a Pious monk is not a warrior, my weapon is the Bible and faith instead of swords and guns, so I would be grateful if you can take us out of here as soon as possible. "
"Unfortunately, when I hired you, I didn't promise you that you wouldn't go to the battlefield," Alexander said, pushing away the non-stop Mahimo "but I won't stop you if you want to leave now."
"What, leave? Now?" Mahimo was startled. "From the eyes of those Bohemians? What are you kidding, lord!"
"What are you talking about?" Alexander suddenly stopped and looked at Mahimo. "You know who they are?"
"Of course I know. I saw it after seeing the unlucky ghost of the arrow," Mahimo muttered. "It was an arrow used by the Bohemians. I had seen it with a woman before, and she showed me her. The husband is a Bohemian archer, but speaking of that woman ... "
"Come with me!" Before the monk continued to show off his affair, Alexander had grabbed him and walked to the city wall. "You can see me clearly and tell me everything you know!"