In remote villages at the end of the 15th century, the night was very monotonous.

Lamp oil is very expensive. If it weren't for Alexander and the others' arrival, the village wouldn't even light the lights at night. And although this family would be richer than other families in the village, they could not afford real lamp oil, but instead used sheep oil.

So the room was not only darkened by the smoke, but also had a very unpleasant smell.

The arrival of Alexander and others did cause a lot of trouble for the people in this village. At least the accommodation of dozens of people made the entire village in a mess.

The Bohemians were arranged to be in the homes of people. Whether they were willing or not, the villagers could only accept this arrangement silently when facing these strangers with weapons.

The family where Alexander lives is the village chief's home, so he is naturally considered a wealthy family in the village, but even so, the house is not more comfortable than other families.

The village chief’s house is a large concave shape. In addition to the living room, living room, and dining room in the middle, there are also large rooms with all other functions. There are doors on both sides of the back wall of the main hall. There are two aisles leading from these two doors to the back, and through the aisle several meters long, it is the bedroom.

The bedrooms on both sides can see each other with the opening windows. In the open space in the middle of the bedroom is the backyard of this family, with some vegetables growing.

Alexander lived in the bedroom on the left side of the house. When he saw that there were only one wooden bed and two long wooden benches that were obviously made by the owner, Alexander stretched slightly and then fell on the bed.

Although the house was very cold, the bed was covered with thick reeds and lying softly on it, which made Alexander's sleepiness suddenly come up.

He had been running around for a while, even when he was in Rome, his daily life was very nervous, especially in these few days, because he had been tracked down shortly after leaving Rome, and then suddenly was attacked, so he had not had a good rest for several days, which made Alexander's body very tired, so as soon as his head touched the bed, his tiredness could not help but hit him quickly.

However, he still shook his head and sat up hard. Carlo had not come back yet, which always made him a little worried.

Among all the Agris, Carlo was obviously the one who satisfied Alexander the most. This hunter-born soldier was very clever and willing to learn. Now he is working hard to learn how to become an excellent cavalry officer around Nashan. At the same time, using the knowledge he had mastered as a hunter before, he is trying to become an equally excellent scout.

Alexander had plans for the future of his army.

He hopes that while still relying on Bohemia, he can try his best to make the Agris more disciplined and braver and firm in various future battles. Although he knows that such requirements are not only effective training, but also to be trained through blood and fire, he still hopes that the Agris can master these combat skills through training rather than sacrifice.

The battle that happened at night before made Alexander realize that whether the army can be firm in the face of danger is the key to whether the army can persevere. If it weren't for discovering the enemy's situation in advance and then sending Bohemians to sneak attack the enemy's cannon from behind in advance, perhaps the Agris would have collapsed and failed last night.

From the battle in the Bruini Valley, we can see that although the Agris are not lacking in courage, they obviously lack disciplined organizations. When facing the enemy's attack and sharp weapons, they may dare to face it, but they still cannot rely on rigorous, effective and prohibited discipline to make their actions become a whole.

The harsh and effective, even cruel training, Alexander only thought of. He had decided to strengthen the Agris' ability to cooperate in combat in the future. Although this training has never stopped along the way after coming out of Agri, whether it was Bruini or the battle on the river bank last night, the scale of the battle was not very large. It must be admitted that these two battles were not not fierce, and even the enemy commanders were not smart.

It was this luck that made the Agris perform well in both battles, but the key was that they both relied on the help of the Bohemian cavalry.

Alexander had to consider what would happen without the support of the Bohemian cavalry, and even how the Agris could resist when they were facing an opponent like the Bohemians.

He was thinking about these issues with great concern. Alexander did not think that he could always be so lucky, especially thinking that although he was far away from the real battlefield, Italy would face a war for many years in the future, and he would likely stay here for a long time. One day he might have to face opponents like Caesar, Gonzalo, and even Louis XII. As long as he thought about the possibility of confronting these military geniuses who were known as the most outstanding military geniuses of this era, Alexander felt that he had no other way out except to train a useful army as soon as possible.

Should I find another monastery to hide, or find a place to enjoy the happiness with Sophia and the already rich soft and soft?

Alexander knew that this was impossible. From the day he left Saint-Say Baron, he knew that he would not be so willing to be lonely.

Alexander was thinking about it all, until a soldier outside seemed to have knocked down something. First, there was a clamor, then a low scolding sound. Then after a while, a soldier pushed the door in with a steaming wooden tub.

"Sir, the hot water you want." The soldier's clothes were wet. After putting the hot water basin on the ground, he cursed in a low voice.

While taking off his boots and soaking his feet in hot water, Alexander asked casually: "What happened just now? Did you hit me?"

"It's really unlucky," the soldier touched the black and green face. "When I brought you water just now, I don't know who put a small car in the aisle. I stepped on it and fell, and all the water spilled and hit my face."

"Little car, children's toys." Alexander smiled slightly. These Agris were all farmers and hunters. Of course, they were very generous when serving people. This made him miss the clever Uriu a little.

He even missed Mahimo a little. Compared with the days when he was intrigued with people in Rome all day, his time in Naples was very leisurely.

The tiredness brought by the thick bed and the comfort of soaking feet in hot water came again. Alexander's head was a little heavy, and he made him think about the big things until tomorrow and have a good sleep now.

The cold wind was howling outside. When he went to the villages and towns in front to find people who could build bridges, sent people to find Carlo, and waited for the troops on the other side to find a place where everyone could cross the river. He was talking to himself about what he would do tomorrow, and Alexander slowly fell into a deep sleep.

The night was very dark. When the wind gradually became smaller in the second half of the night, the moon unexpectedly emerged from behind the dispersed dark clouds.

The moonlight gradually became brighter, and the frost-like moonlight shone on the snow, which was extremely bright. The whole village was bathed in the silver-white moonlight.

A group of figures appeared quietly in the jungle outside the village. Under the moonlight, these people approached the village quietly with light. The weapons in their hands were also shining brightly, but the light was shining with coldness and death.

The weather suddenly became better and the weather was a bit unexpected. When he saw the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, the short man realized that something was wrong. He didn't expect the weather to suddenly improve. As the moonlight became brighter, he knew that things were a little bad.

He immediately discussed with his long-haired companion, and soon the two decided to take a team of people to approach from both sides of the village.

"That Kumbrey should have spent the night in the village," the short man guessed, "and it should be in the village chief's house, so our goal is the village chief's house. Remember not to be discovered before finding him."

"If you are found, don't get entangled with his soldiers," the long-haired man reminded his men. "Although the Bohemians are very powerful, don't forget that we have more people than them. Our purpose is Kamprai, just find him."

With this instructed, the two teams of sneak attackers began to come out of the woods carefully. The most difficult thing for them was how to get close to the village, because the moonlight shone the open spaces covered with heavy snow outside the village, and the guards could easily find it.

But what made them feel lucky was that they soon discovered a shallow ditch that the villagers dug out to use for the irrigation period in winter. What happened that although the shallow ditch was not deep, the soil dug happened to be piled up near the village, which formed a barrier. Unless the sentry kept staring at the shallow ditch, they would not be discovered as long as they were careful.

"Saint Jacob bless us, let's go first." The long-haired man whispered, and he was the first to crawl along the shallow ditch and sneak forward, while the others quietly followed the village behind him.

The short man squatted behind a raised earthblock and watched them. He needed to sneak in from a vegetable garden on the other side of the village so that he could ensure that once he was discovered, Alexander, who lived in the village chief's house, would not escape from another place in time.

As long as he entangled his soldiers, everything would not be a problem. After all, he only brought dozens of people, and most of the soldiers stayed on the other side of the river. The number of people on his side was much higher than that on his side, and the people in the village would not help them. The short man was thinking.

When he saw that his companion had begun to approach the village quickly, he waved his hand behind him and led his people around a little further away, and began to approach the vegetable field.

Alexander had a dream, and he dreamed of Ruosha.

Since leaving Naples, he and Ruosha have not contacted each other anymore. Although he had written a letter before, he had never had time to think of his "sister" because of his rush.

In a trance, Alexander seemed to have returned to the days when he was in the villa in the Mid-Levels Mountain. He seemed to see Ruosha sitting opposite the table and arguing with him about the trade distribution between Agri and Kosencha, and some of the things about how the two families united to put pressure on the short-sighted chambers of commerce in Taranto, forcing them to agree to the conditions they proposed.

Gradually, Ruosha sat opposite the table and came to him at some point. Then Alexander felt as if he was saying, "No, this is your sister, at least in name, your sister." While hugging Ruosha, he began to kiss her brilliant and beautiful blonde hair and her smooth and beautiful forehead. Then, just like when he was sleeping in the bed and napping because he was too tired of chatting, the two curled up and snuggled up on the bed.

Then, he seemed to see another familiar figure standing at the head of the bed, and then was awakened by a basin of cold water!

Sophia's unique laughter from her throat sounded in Alexander's ears again, and she looked at the two of them, who were soaked like a cock falling from the ground.

"I'm going to kill this bohemian woman!" Ruosha's angry and familiar voice sounded again. She jumped out of the bed and grabbed the musket on the table. It seemed to be the flintlock rifle that had just been made according to her own vision the day before.

"Don't be excited, don't be excited, she is still a child, don't bother with her, she is still a child!" Alexander remembered that he rushed up and hugged Ruosha and tried to stop her.

But, it seems that something is wrong there.

I didn't seem to be talking about this at that time, child, why should I talk about children?

Is there something wrong with the child?

Alexander was about to wake up at this time, but he seemed to be trapped in his previous dream.

"Why do you want to talk about children? Is there anything wrong? Think about Alexander, hurry up." Alexander moved, but the warm quilt made him not want to open his eyes.

The short sword in the hand of a long-haired man flashed in the night. At this time, he was already leaning against the shadow under the wall of a house by the village. A shadow walked around the ground not far away. It was a sentry.

He approached the wall as close as possible, while staring at the figure reflected on the ground.

When he saw the shadow turning again, the long-haired man quickly flashed out from the corner. He reached out from behind and pressed the sentinel's mouth. While pulling it back, the dagger in his right hand had already penetrated the sentinel's back.

The sentry's body shook for a moment and then fell down. The long-haired man let go and let him fall down. At the same time, he raised his arm and waved forward. A figure immediately surrounded the village chief's house quietly.

Ruosha was still angry, but Sophia seemed to be heartless and still laughed in that strange voice. Alexander was a little angry. He turned his head to scold her, but saw Sophia swaying around with a wooden toy car at some point, but the car looked very rough and seemed to be stomped off.

"Sophia, why did you use the village chief's toy car to play?" As he asked casually, Alexander suddenly found that he was not in a villa in the mountain, but in this deserted village by the river.

Immediately afterwards, Alexander suddenly woke up from his dream!

He finally knew what was wrong in this village.

Although there are only a few dozen families, I never saw a child in the village from beginning to end!
Chapter completed!