Nashan squatted in front of a French cavalry lying on the ground and watched carefully. The cavalry died of a broken neck and broke his neck just before he started charging.

The poor Frenchman lay on his back on the ground, because his body hit a stone, and his whole body looked very strange like a raised bulge. His head was tilted to the side in an impossible shape, so that people would know that it was definitely not something that a living person could do.

The French armor had been stripped off by the Bohemians, and even the slightly better-wearing shirt inside was stripped away, so he was now so naked. Under the fire, his skin looked large and large bruised, which were the scars left when he hit the ground before he died.

Someone was digging a tomb in the distance. After the war ended, the bodies of the dead on both sides were buried. This was the obligation of the victorious party.

Of course, doing this is not so kind and mercy, but more like fear of plague.

Although more than a century has passed, the Black Death still makes Europeans frightened.

Bohemians are brave and greedy, and they will strip away all the valuable things from the dead, even a belt or boots that look like they can still wear.

The Frenchman was lucky, and his pants were preserved, but it was not that the Bohemians felt pity for him, but that this man seemed to have some very indecent disease.

The French's extensive debauchery and mischief during the occupation of Naples certainly brought disaster to Naples, but the French themselves paid the price for this action. It is said that because of the filthy life, many French soldiers suffered from venereal diseases, which had a great impact on Charlie's army. At one point, the French even lost several very critical battles in succession due to lack of healthy soldiers.

Even in the Battle of Fordino, there was a general in France who fell off his horse so straight in front of the king because of his hidden illness, which made Charlie, who was exhausted at the time, almost mad.

Hearing the footsteps coming from behind, Nashan turned around and saw Alexander walking towards him.

"My boy, I should congratulate you on your victory," Nashan said to Alexander. "This victory is enough for you to brag about for a while."

"It's your victory," Alexander shook his head disapprovingly. "My Agris only persisted when they faced the French for a while and almost collapsed. I still think that if the Bohemians came a little later, maybe I might be dying."

"Don't be so upset young people," Nashan comforted Alexander. "You lead only a group of farmers, not real soldiers, and the Bohemians ride on horses more than you walk on the ground. Believe me, farmers who have seen blood will become useful soldiers as long as they don't die, and by then they will be useful to you."

Alexander looked at Nashan with a little surprise. He didn't expect Nashan to suddenly comfort him. He had been ruthlessly mocking the Agris before.

"Don't look at me like this, I'm not telling lies," Nashan said as a light of excitement flashed through his eyes. He seemed to be hesitating but seemed a little worried. Until Alexander looked at him silently and waited for him to speak, he said in a tone that could not hide his excitement, "Young man, don't you think this is an opportunity?"

"Chance?"

"Yes, chance," Nashan's face showed an excitement. "I noticed the French, except for the cavalry, their infantry, were just a group of lambs that could be slaughtered, and even their cavalry did not seem so scary." As he said, he picked up a branch from the ground, picked up the French soldier's pants, and saw the disgusting expression of Alexander, the gypsy laughed loudly, "Did you see it? These Frenchmen look like scarecrows in their clothes, but they actually fall down when they touch it."

"But these guys who fell down as soon as they touched them almost killed all my people." Alexander smiled bitterly. The threat that French soldiers had posed to the Agris was unforgettable. Although as Nashan said that as long as he did not die, he would become a useful soldier, this battle still made Alexander start to reconsider the strength of the French, or the current strength of all the armies of various countries on the Italian Peninsula.

Because he doesn't know when, who he might become enemies with.

"This is not like you. Is it just a time to scare you?" Nashan was a little strange. Of course, he didn't know what Alexander was thinking. Seeing that Alexander's confidence seemed to be greatly shaken after this battle, Nashan shook his head. "If you only have this ability, I really don't know if you should be happy. After all, it wouldn't be a bad thing if you were willing to go home with Sophia honestly."

Alexander looked at Nashan, and he knew that this seemingly straightforward gypsy was actually much more cunning than many people. Although this cunning would not be used on him, he still asked vigilantly: "Whatever you want to say Nashan, I can see that you must have an idea."

"I'm not trying to make a decision, but thinking about how to get rich. Young man, don't you think there is such a good opportunity to make a fortune waiting for us?" Nashan hugged Alexander's shoulder and walked slowly towards the camp. At this time, except for the Bohemians who were in charge of the warning in the distance, everyone had gathered in the camp again. Screams of painful screams drifted with the wind, which made Alexander tremble slightly.

Countless epics of war always praise the magnificence of war and the glory of the winners, but they all intentionally or unintentionally avoid the disasters brought by war and the various terrible consequences that come with it.

The plague that may be caused by the dead, and the bad luck that the injured are almost unavoidable because they cannot be effectively treated. All of this made Alexander deeply experience the insignificance and helplessness of living in such an era facing fate.

On the contrary, Nashan, when he saw the fire burning the bodies, his eyes jumped in excitement. If he hadn't known that he should have found something from these dead people, Alexander might even wonder if he was a little crazy.

However, Nashan's words immediately made him feel that his father-in-law was indeed crazy.

"How far will it be from here to Rome?" Nashan asked excitedly, and before Alexander could answer, he continued, "Just cross this valley. I have been to Rome. Although I didn't take this road, I know we are not far from Rome."

Seeing that Alexander hadn't understood, Nashan simply continued to say in one breath: "Don't you think this is an opportunity? These French people are so weak that even your farmers can resist them for so long. If they face an army, they will definitely be defeated in one blow. Haven't you ever thought of becoming the first person to rush into Rome?"

Alexander looked at Nashan in shock. He did not expect that his father-in-law would have such an extremely crazy idea.

Attacking Rome? This is too crazy!

Not to mention how funny it would be to attack the city of Rome, which was guarded by the French with the small force of the troops, just think about Modillo's purpose, and know that if Modillo knew that he would attack the French against his will, not to mention whether the cheap uncle would support him, the seemingly intimate and extremely fragile relationship between them would be completely broken in an instant.

Alexander still needs to maintain a relationship with Modilo, which is currently a mutually suspicious but can use each other.

What's more, this is simply unrealistic!

Not to mention that he brought such a small group of farmers who were not even real soldiers to attack the French who had experienced the baptism of the Hundred Years of War, even if he thought about the intimidating deep walls of Rome, Alexander felt that Nashan's mind seemed to be a problem.

"Do you think I'm crazy?" Nashan looked at Alexander interestingly. "Don't look at me with such eyes. I know what I'm talking about. I'm not crazy enough to think that you and those of you can do it." When Nashan said that he looked at the shadows that vaguely passed by in the distance from the darkness, his eyes narrowed slightly. That made Alexander think of what Sophia would look like every time he did. "Even Bohemians are not good. The walls of Roman city are too thick. Without tens of thousands of people, they would not be able to break through the city."

"So don't think about those meaningless things anymore," Alexander breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a little strange that he was really worried about the absurd thoughts of Nashan. After all, this was more funny than pure whimsical. "We'd better prepare before we wait for the French to send the ransom to prevent them from going back on their word." Alexander looked at Nashan. "If you are willing to help me train some of the Agris, I will be grateful, and I can pay for this."

"How much can you pay me?" Nashan looked at Alexander interestingly. "I don't think you look like a merchant like a Gagenarian lord. Although I don't like those treacherous merchants, it's much better than a noble."

"My reward will certainly satisfy you." Alexander laughed, and then he lowered his voice and said something to Nashan.

The Gypsies always had a look of surprise on their faces that were full of indifferent smiles for the first time. He looked at Alexander. After seeing him nodding again, Nashan suddenly hugged Alexander and patted him on the back. When Alexander's face was being patted, the Gypsies shouted excitedly: "That's it, I'll train those farmers for you. You can tell Sophia the good news now. I like you a little now, young man."

Then he stopped again and asked in a slightly unwilling tone: "You really don't consider trying your luck? There are rich guys everywhere in Rome."

Alexander broke free from Nashan's arms with all his might. He really didn't understand why the father and daughter seemed to possess Samson.

He shook his head firmly: "I don't think this is what we should consider now. Just as you said, please help me train soldiers and I will prepare for a wedding that belongs to me and Sophia."

"Okay, it's up to you," Nashan waved his hand helplessly and looked a little interested, but when Alexander turned and left, the gypsy turned around and looked in the direction of Rome in the darkness, and his eyes narrowed again. "But, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Nashan muttered to himself in a low voice.

When he returned to the camp, Alexander saw Sophia from afar facing the armor on the rack.

The armor had been wiped back, and it looked beautiful, gorgeous and shining, and it seemed inconsistent with the mess around everywhere, but Sophia seemed not very satisfied.

Alexander walked to her and gently wrapped his shoulders around her shoulders, looking at her somewhat annoyed eyes, but Alexander suddenly burst into cold sweat.

There was a very obvious scratch in the area where the armor was pressed against the abdomen of the chest and abdomen. Alexander could not tell whether it was cut by a sword or a spear. However, the scratch was cut from the abdomen of the chest and abdomen before disappearing. When he thought that Sophia had suffered such a terrible blow, Alexander's mood that he wanted to tell her good news was gone.

He couldn't help but hug Sophia tightly, and at the same time said in her ear, "I'll never go to the battlefield again no matter what happens in the future. If you don't obey, I'll let someone tie you up."

Sophia frowned in displeasure, then stretched her eyebrows, raised her head and tiptoed, and kissed Alexander gently on the face.

"That's right," Alexander grabbed the girl's shoulder again. "You just need to be by my side in the future."

Sophia raised her head again, she stretched out her hands to wrap around Alexander's neck, and put her lips slightly up. Feeling the tenderness of the girl's soft lips, Alexander couldn't help but reach out to hug her.

But when he was about to kiss again, Sophia suddenly raised her head back and carried his face with both hands, forcing him to turn his head to look at the armor hanging on the shelf.

“Ah~”

Sophia made a slightly sweet single note.

Alexander's face suddenly collapsed.

"ah?"

She immediately made a louder sound again.

Alexander insisted on shaking his head.

"Ah!~"

In the end, her voice was already a little sharp, and her eyes began to squint dangerously.

"Okay, I'll ask someone to repair it for you, so that you can't see any trace." Alexander finally nodded helplessly. Seeing Sophia smiling immediately, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

It seems that even though you can't speak, it's even more troublesome to marry a wife who can express everything with just one syllable.

Alexander shook his head in his heart.

Carlo was running around the camp with a few people excitedly.

In addition to bringing destruction and death to most people, war also brings opportunities and wealth to many lucky people.

And everyone who survives seems to think they are the lucky ones who will eventually be favored.

The rich spoils brought by victory made the Agris seem to see that wealth was waving to them, and the rewards they usually get as farmers become insignificant in an instant compared to the spoils in front of them.

What's more, there are Bohemians as role models.

In this battle with the French, the Bohemians played a key role, which made them receive the trophy that made the Agris envious and envious.

Carlo also envied the Bohemians, but compared with the trophy, he envied the armor Bohemians received even more.

Several French cavalrymen were unable to escape and became prisoners. The Bohemians took them all without hesitation. In addition to the money they carried with them, the beautiful armor became the most worthy of showing off.

Carlo also hoped to have such a piece of armor, even if he knew it was a luxury.

Although Alexander has not yet owned his own cavalry except for the earlier Bohemians, Carlo knew that he had no chance to wear such armor.

In addition to his family's background, he dared not expect too much, and the bigger reason is that his family is poor.

Cavalry must take on their own war horses and preparations. This rule that has been passed down since ancient times has completely cut off the dream of some poor people on the battlefield.

It is hard to imagine a family that is too poor to worry about eating all day long to afford a war horse for combat, and some cavalry even need two horses.

Carlo looked at the Bohemians enviously, and as they drove a few war horses carrying the whole armor on their backs, Carlo breathed heavily.

Maybe I should be honestly serving in the army like those fellow villagers, and rely on my good luck to accumulate more spoils, so that after I get home, I can ask the Lord to give me more land on credit. In that way, in a few years, I might have a property that can be passed on to my children.

Carlo thought this, and a longing smile appeared on his face. He felt that it was nothing wrong to think so. As for having his own war horses and armor, or even becoming an admirable cavalry, these are too unrealistic, so let's wake up.

Carlo reminded himself so self-deprecatingly.

"Carlo? Are you Carlo?"

One of the approaching Bohemians suddenly stopped and asked.

"I am, what's the matter with you?"

A trace of vigilance flashed in Carlo's eyes. Although he fought with these Bohemians, Carlo did not trust them, mainly because Bohemians always like to cause trouble.

"Caro from the farm north of the Agri River?" The other party asked again. Seeing Caro nodding, the Bohemian muttered, "That's you."

After saying that, the Bohemian stuffed the reins of the war horse held in his hand stiffly into Carlo's hand.
To be continued...