Vol 2 Chapter 57: Night Fight (Part 2)

Looking at the prayer hall, the tax collector can already be sure that these people are definitely not the villagers in the farm.
Although the hunters in the farm will set traps or use firearms, the tax collectors do not believe that they have the courage to dare to fight against the noble army, let alone take the initiative without hesitation.
When farmers leave their homes in unfamiliar places, they may not only be brave or even cruel, but they will become a group of obedient lambs in front of their own homes and land, and the tax collector knows that these villagers are no exception.
So what made them dare to compete with the army of the Duke of Naples?
"Who is it?" The tax official shouted into the prayer hall, "I know you are inside, stand up and talk to me, otherwise I will let people burn the whole farm."
"He will do this, and this person will certainly do this." Elliott whispered. "If it were me, I would do this, or hold all the women as hostages. This method is certainly effective although it is despicable."
"I know," Alexander nodded in agreement. Although countless books once described the so-called chivalry, he would rather believe that those things are made up by people who desire these things. "He would host women and children, or simply Someone burned the whole house. "
Speaking of which, Alexander smiled at Elliott: "So now is the time for you to come forward, sir."
Elliot was just stunned. Alexander had suddenly opened the door and pushed him out of the door with a hard push.
"Someone!" The enemy on the opposite side immediately rioted, and some people had raised their spears to poke Elliot.
"Stop, I'm Elliott of Taranto, son of Earl Hossen, heir to Taranto's territory!" Elliott shouted quickly, knowing that he might be stung by these soldiers if he was a little slower Into a honeycomb.
The tax collector ’s face was not much better than the panicked Elliott. The sudden appearance of the Taranto clearly disrupted his previous plan. This accident made him feel unbearable, and worse, he did n’t know the person. Why are you here?
Has Count Taranto decided to fight Naples or the Duke?
This idea made the tax collector feel the seriousness of the matter.
"How to prove your identity." The tax collector wants to work hard for the last time. If you can prove that this person is just posing, then everything will be easier.
"I can't prove myself," Elliott doesn't care about the stall. "But if you use this excuse to kill me, then you risk taking my father's crazy revenge. Also remind you that I am him 'S only child. "
The tax collector's face shivered a little, and he wanted to order the nuisance guy to be minced, but he knew that the man was right, and he dared not take the risk.
After all, Taranto not only has strong infantry, but also a navy that is not much inferior to the Venetians. They almost formed a situation of division of the entire Adriatic Sea between the north and south of the Adriatic Sea with the Venetians. The navy, the Taranto, even dared to contend with the Ottoman Empire that they are now looking at.
Killing the heir in such a place is a risk that no one dares to bear, even if the identity of this person has not yet been confirmed.
The tax collector suddenly felt that his head was a little bit big. He even hated how the people around him could be so incompetent. If this person were killed in the melee just now, things would not become so difficult to manage.
"So what are you doing here?" The tax collector stared at Elliott, hoping to find flaws in this man's face and pierce the fact that he was a liar, and then he could even use this excuse to hide in those prayer halls People are killing without fear of infamy.
But Elliott obviously did n’t want him to do what he wanted, or had guessed the tax collector ’s mind, so he faced each other ’s eyes without fear, and even walked forward a few steps:
Although I do n’t think I need to answer Your question, but you have invaded the territory that belongs to my future stepmother, so I can tell you my intention, I came here to protect the territory that belongs to my future stepmother, or that belongs to Taranto. . "
"Wait what you say, your future stepmother's territory," the tax collector looked at Elliott unexpectedly, and then understood what he was saying with only a little thought, and the tax collector's face suddenly smiled, he I feel that I have found an opportunity to break the impasse. "I think you may have misunderstood my young master. The Countess Russa Kosenza of Cosenza has been engaged to my master, Duke Ferdinand of Naples. Now she is The future Duchess of Naples will of course be the future queen if possible. "
"It's impossible," Elliott was surprised. "My father has discussed the marriage with Kezer in Kosenza. He couldn't answer that he should marry his sister to Frederick's son."
"You may have misunderstood," perhaps because Elliott said that the others could not easily know that things proved his identity, and the tax collector's tone became a lot more polite. "Not married to Prince Alfred, yes Marry Your Highness the Duke himself. And this marriage contract has been approved by Lord Count Cosenza, and I think by this time the whole of Naples should already know. "
"What are you talking about?" This time Elliot was really utterly ignorant. He wanted to say something but found that he couldn't find a suitable word, because unexpectedly he couldn't help but look back at the prayer hall behind him, he seemed to want to see Alexander's expression after hearing the news.
Alexander did not expect that things would change in this way. He couldn't help looking at the next Burelli, seeing that Burelli also cast his blank eyes on him.
"Adult, I think you can leave now. I will let someone prepare a horse for you, or you still have time to re-select a bride for your father, so that you can continue to promote your rights elsewhere. Now. "
The tax collector seemed to be respectfully and sarcastically saying that although he did not dare to rush into an heir to the earl, he could use the unreasonable language to satirize him, especially after he had the upper hand.
Elliott stared at the tax collector unwillingly. He also wanted to find out the other party ’s lying flaws, but all he saw was a mocking smile, which was just hanging on his face. .
"Then we will solve these rioting farmers and get them all out!" The tax collector no longer ignored the overwhelming Elliot. For him, the sudden emergence of the noble lord Threat.
The Duke's soldiers shouted at once, they raised their weapons to the gate, and the answer to them was another roar of muskets!
Everyone dodged one after another. Although this gun did not pose any threat, the attack that was about to begin was immediately frustrated.
"Damn." The tax collector could not help but whispered. Although he had heard that the other party seemed to have only one musket shooting at all times, the previous setbacks made him worry that this was the other party's trap, and he did not dare to risk attack .
"I said," Elliott walked slowly, he looked at the prayer hall from afar, and then raised his finger to the window where Uliu was located. "Did you see that, they are the only ones with muskets? Moors, you just have to keep your people away from that window. "
The tax collector looked at Elliott, then at the window, and then bowed slightly: "Thank you, my lord, I will convey your kindness to His Royal Highness, and hope to see you again at the Duke's wedding."
"This is also my honor." Elliott finished with a smile, and turned around slowly and walked outside the farm.
Behind him, a ruthless order from the tax collector came: "Rush in, I want to see the headed person hanged at the gate, ready to attack!"
Elliott kept walking out of the already broken wooden gate before stopping. He looked back and showed a disappointed look.
"It's a pity that the plains of Agri belonged to Frederick."
The tax collector's men are real soldiers, which means that in this turbulent era, they have experienced life and death on the battlefield.
The unexpected start and the endless traps of opponents did indeed cause them to suffer unexpected blows. This even caused them some fear. But once they slowed down, these frustrations inspired the cruelty and anger after the battle. .
According to the tax collector ’s command, they first approached the door along the corner of the wall. After receiving the order, they slammed into the door. The simple wooden door of the prayer hall could not withstand the collision of these people. open!
Then several spears that had been prepared immediately thrust into the door with a crazy pass. At the same time, under the cover of the spears, the two soldiers swiped their swords into the house and quickly occupied the positions on both sides of the door.
"Find the Moor, I'm going to peel his skin!" The first soldier who was hit by a bullet in the face rushed into the prayer hall with blood on his face. His entire face was dark, and the left half of the face was even flesh and blood.
But when he rushed into the prayer hall murderously, he saw a scene that surprised him.
A group of guys dressed up by the villagers kneeled on the ground in a docile or panic manner. They were throwing a mess of weapons in front of them. Seeing how they got together, it was obvious that they were kneeling before the soldiers came in. Waited there.
What made the broken soldier so angry was that there was obviously no Moorish Elliott among them.
The soldiers who became irritable because of the injury rushed up and smashed the peasants who were kneeling on the ground with a heavy sword handle, and they asked loudly where the Moors were.
"enough."
The tax collector stepped in to see the scene, and it was more than a deep voice. He was not a tolerant person, but it didn't make sense to do so at this time.
Then a soldier approached him: "Adult, there is a window in the back, they should have escaped from there."
"Escaped? How many people?" The tax collector turned back and asked the villagers "If you don't want the future lord to add taxes that you can't pay for a lifetime, just answer me."
"Four!" A villager suddenly stood up and said, "In addition to the person who went out, they still have three people. The original few people were a little flustered after hearing your speech. It was Carlo, and Carlo took them out of the window behind him. Now. "
After speaking, the villager said to the others who were watching him next to him, "What they are doing to see me is that they left us and ran away. Besides, Carlo is also the leader, who blames him."
The tax collector looks somber, he does not care who those people are, but because of the sudden appearance of these people makes him aware of some vague danger.
"Tell me about what those people are like."
"A Moorish," the villager said quickly. "There are two young people, one of them seems to be from the Cosenza family, and the other is very beautiful, but looks like a foreigner."
The villagers' words made the tax collector suddenly move.
A Moorish man, a pretty young foreigner, and a big Cosenza family, it made him think of an impossible thing immediately.
How could they be? What did Nashan do?
The tax collector couldn't help thinking, he didn't know how these people escaped from Nashan, but now the situation is that these people are doing good to him.
"Is there anything else, say everything you know," the tax collector asked impatiently.
"They said that the lady was coming," the villager suddenly remembered. "Before they told us that Miss Cosenza would bring the army here, and that they were all Bohemians, I heard them say that."
"Bohemians?"
This time the tax collector could not hold his breath any longer. He turned around and walked out of the prayer hall quickly, not knowing what had happened for a while.
If Ruosha would bring other troops here, he at most thought it was because these people were making up lies in order to cheer the villagers, but they just said they were Bohemians.
Think again about the few guys who had been caught by Nashan and who should have been dead suddenly appeared intact in the Agrig Plain. The tax collector was already sure that something was wrong with Nashan.
Will the Countess really bring the Bohemians?
The tax collector could n’t stop thinking about it. He was too aware of the Duke ’s desire for the Agrig Plain, which even made him decide to take away the woman his son liked, not to mention how to divorce his current legal wife. Puzzles.
Yes, Duke Frederick has a wife.
Although many people said in the back that the marriage was just a means for the royal family to ensure that the Duchess ’s territory was not taken away by a greedy adventurer, it could serve as the lord of the three territories, Frederick ’s wife Isabella Barzo But it is not a dispensable woman.
On the contrary, in an era where women can be unruly, but often at a loss in matters, the Duchess from Venosa showed extraordinary means.
She is even suppressing a sudden rebellion in her territory by herself.
But because of this, the tax collector knows how important the Agrig Plain is to the Duke.
"That Sicilian," the tax collector secretly determined "never let him do anything bad again."
Outside the farm, a few figures were running in the field. Without horses, they could only rely on their feet. Even in the cool of the night, it made people feel uncomfortable as if they were going to be swallowed by the flames surrounding their bodies.
The farm has been left far behind, but a few people are still running.
This is an unobstructed plain. As long as you have good eyesight, you can see far away from a high place. Even in the middle of the night, if you are chased by cavalry, you will soon be discovered.
"Where are we going?" Berelli panted while running ~ EbookFREE.me ~ His big body didn't give him any advantage in running. On the contrary, more big body means more The strength can catch up with others.
"Going into the jungle, I had asked my wife to hide in the forest first," Carlo said as he ran.
"Why are you running out with us, just staying," Uliu ran very easily, he jumped across the ditch "They won't treat you like that."
"I don't know," Carlo couldn't hold his breath. This run made him almost exhausted. "I've resisted them once, this is the second time, I don't want to count on the new lord to show mercy luck."
Alexander ran silently, and the news he heard suddenly made him feel a little confused. If the tax collector felt that their presence hindered Frederick ’s plan, then the Count of Cosenza promised the Duke ’s marriage decision. In other words, it completely destroyed his intentions.
"We're almost there," Carlo pointed to a dark hillside shadow in front of him, "it's just over that slope."
Suddenly, a figure stood up from the hillside.
"I didn't expect you to escape!" Elliott yelled far away, knowing that the Moorish rifle made a bit of a ghost, because he was afraid of being killed inexplicably, and then made a sound.
"You betrayed us!" Bereri yelled angrily and rushed up the slope.
"Don't be so angry with my friend," Elliott stepped back. "I don't think we all want to see such a marriage, so if I said I can help you?"
Alexander stopped Bereri: "What do you want?"
"I just don't want to see Frederick's smug look," Elliott smiled slightly. "Relax, he wanted to marry the countess, it was not easy, at least he had to divorce first."