With unremitting efforts, Pope Julius II, the God of War, not only almost completed the unification of Italy, but also left a Swiss guard with excellent traditions for the Roman Catholic Church.

As the guards that protect the Vatican and the Pope, this guard composed entirely of Swiss people has been loyally carrying out its mission since the era of Julius II. Even if the world has been around for hundreds of years, the Swiss Guard is still firmly standing on its post.

The Swiss's completely stubbornness in this era is one of the things that impressed Alexander the most.

The bravery of the Swiss was like their stubbornness. It was once a golden sign in the entire mercenary world. Unlike other mercenaries who often tried to preserve their strength on the battlefield, the Swiss would fulfill their mission with a dedicated attitude, and even some noble troops could not compare with them in their loyalty to their duties. In order to win, they could firmly devote themselves to the last soldier instead of turning around and running away when they saw that the situation was not good, and would not show mercy to their opponents in order to prevent themselves from leaving a way out in the future. The fanaticism and courage of the Swiss often caused their enemies to suffer a headache. More importantly, the Swiss would not always take the magpie nest like Sforza to drive away the employer and be the boss.

Because of this, Swiss mercenaries once became popular as examples of outstanding soldiers.

Alexander hoped that he would have such an army, but with his current status and strength, he could not afford to hire a Swiss army of sufficient size. And speaking of this, he hoped that his army would be able to get rid of the popular mercenaries today. It was obvious that Agri, who was his subordinate, seemed suitable to be such a soldier.

Compared with the people of wealthy places in northern Italy, relatively poor southerners have the advantage of enduring hardships, while the people in the Apennines have the strength and resilience that are similar to the Swiss mountain people.

"First organize the training for me, then let them become models among the Agris, and finally build an army based on the Agris." This is what Alexander wanted Nashan to help him accomplish. Compared with the Bohemians, he was more willing to trust the Agris.

Now, at least his Agri Guard, composed of more than a dozen people, has been established as he imagined.

Pick the most reliable musket, paired with a sharp and handy sabre, and then select the best horses from all war horses. Everything Alexander prepared for his guards is the best.

The result is that other Agris are obviously jealous of these selected guards, and this has also attracted the attention of the short ones.

The long-haired man stayed in the church because he had met Alexander, while the short man brought his "homeless" friends back to the village.

As the short man said, the people he recruited this time were very clever. At least after changing into tattered clothes and smearing his face casually, he looked like a homeless man who suffered a lot.

The arrival of these people made the Tampra people not very satisfied, but because they were all together, no one was provoking them for the time being.

After drinking some hot soup first, the short man took these people to the river as directed by the foreman. They were doing their work while closely observing the vicinity. Soon they discovered some strange places.

"Did you see those who have joined the army?" the short man asked to his companions around him, "It looks different from other people. These people seem to be the most powerful of them, and they have been staying nearby. I haven't noticed these people when I came before."

"Do you want to go and have a look?" a man asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry," the short man whispered, his eyes fixed on the people, and suddenly his breathing became heavier. "I saw that Gongbray, right there, these people should be the guards beside him, but I've never seen them before."

Following his words, several people noticed that the guards moved closer to a house, and the one who walked out of the house was Alexander.

At this time, Alexander didn't know that he had been targeted. He was asking several villagers to walk towards the river. The guards surrounded him, looking at everyone who was trying to get close with vigilant eyes.

"Paul, tell them not to be so nervous," Alexander said to Paul Busako who was following him. "I want you to protect me, not to scare everyone away."

The captain of the guard showed a little puzzled for a moment, as if he didn't understand the difference between the two, but he still whispered to his subordinates not to be "hard".

"Let's do it," a mercenary beside the short man whispered, "they won't notice us."

"There are too many people around him," the short man frowned. "If you can't kill Gombrey in one go, it will be difficult to do."

"But didn't you say he might be leaving soon? If he leaves, there might be no chance."

The short man was somewhat troubled by his companion's words. He just looked at the guards, but he was not sure that he could succeed in one fell swoop. After thinking about it carefully, he decided not to take risks for the time being.

"Wait a little longer, maybe you'll have a chance at night."

"You haven't attacked him once at night before, he'll become very careful." His companion objected.

"Maybe, but he has transferred the army across the river now, so he thinks it is much safer than before, which will make him careless. We will find an opportunity to get close to his house at night, but before that, you all have to be careful not to reveal flaws." The short man reminded his companions.

After saying that, the short man looked at Alexander, who was constantly telling several locals not far away, and licked his lips slightly.

He didn't know why his master had to kill this little lord named Gombre, and he didn't know why the master repeatedly told him not to make a big deal, and it would be better to kill him quietly. However, the short man was already angry after several consecutive setbacks. Although this was not a personal grudge at all, when he thought that the master might no longer trust him because of this, he felt that Gombrere had become a stumbling block in front of him. He had to use this person's life to prove that he was not so stupid and incompetent.

Late at night, the roar of wild beasts came from the wilderness in the distance, and the moonlight forest looked dark.

On the edge of the woods, several figures appeared quietly, and then a few figures. Finally, a dozen people gathered quietly approached the village in the darkness of the woods.

The short man's eyes were shining in the darkness. He stared at the outline of the village in the distance, and whispered to his companions to be careful about the movements of the military camps around the village.

Because of the large number of people, Alexander had not only tried to arrange his army in the houses around the village, but also built simple camps, which made the entire village almost completely surrounded.

"He would think it would be safe," said the short man to his companion before he set out. "You know that we are not yelling and rushing in and killing people. We just need to go in and kill that Gongbray quietly, and then we can leave quietly."

Two figures appeared in front of them, and the mercenaries immediately hid behind the corner with vigilance. They watched the two Bohemians muttering something while walking over. Smelling the smell of wine blowing in the wind, the short man quietly gestured to the person behind him.

"Remember, go in and kill that person, and then leave." The short man whispered, and then took the lead in walking quietly along the edge of the house.

In the church, the long-haired man stared at the candle that was shaking in front of him. He had been watching this for a long time. Looking at the flames on the candle, his hands were sometimes clenched and sometimes let go.

"Can you not be so nervous," said Father Need, with some impatientness. "You are so uneasy to me."

"Then why have you been walking back and forth from the beginning?" The man with long hair turned his head and looked at the priest who was walking around behind him. "Need, I think you are different from before. Your courage is now very small. When the man from Gongbra came to you before, your face changed in fear."

"You are not allowed to say that," the priest stopped and stared at the long-haired man with a look of ugly expression. "Of course it doesn't matter to you. Even if you are found out, just escape back to your master, but it is the most terrible punishment for me. If the Vatican knew that I was a Saint Gulfra, they would burn me to death directly."

"So you want to try to separate yourself from this matter now, right?" The long-haired man sneered. "When we came to you before, your reluctant look made people feel very worried."

"I didn't refuse to help you, right? I didn't betray you," the priest looked at the other party nervously. He knew very well that the man in front of him was ruthless. If he suspected him, it would probably bring harm. "I am your friend, although I don't know why you must kill that Gongbray, but I will still do it with you."

The long-haired man looked at the priest suspiciously, then nodded slowly: "I hope Nieh, I hope so, you have been in this remote countryside for too long. If I ask me, why not do something bigger with us, otherwise you might rot in this church."

The priest nodded absent-mindedly, and looked at the slightly gloomy face of the long-haired man, and he sighed secretly in his heart.

"Niet, you should thank us, right?" The man stared at the fire that kept pounding in front of him. "Think about it, if you hadn't saved you, you would have been hung long ago."

The priest nodded in depression. He knew that he would never be able to escape from the manipulation of these people in front of him in his life. What's worse is that he had the handle to fall into the hands of these people, which gave him no chance to get rid of it.

A big spark suddenly burst out in the candle in front of him, and the flames suddenly rose high. The long-haired man was startled. He couldn't help but lean back, and then turned around and looked at the priest who also looked strange in surprise.

Although all signs except the various visions recognized by the Holy See are not recognized and even considered heresy, Europeans still retain the customs of certain pagans, and even some clergymen will also mean bad luck when it comes to such things as ladders that just press down on someone's shadow, and breaking the can of water may cause money to be lost. These customs with obvious pagan characteristics are very serious.

The sudden appearance of sparks on the candle, which was obviously not a good sign, made both people in the room beating their hearts.

"It's just a candle," the long-haired man muttered in a low voice, but he couldn't help but glance at the priest. Seeing that the priest's expression was wrong, he snorted softly, "Isn't it?"

"Yes, it's just a candle." The priest responded, but his eyes were always staring at the candlestick on the table.

A very long wolf cries came from the night in the distance, and then a few responses of different heights.

The long-haired man walked to the window with some feeling and looked outside, but after a while, he didn't find anything. However, the screams of the wolf outside became more and more shrill, and the responses were also increasing.

"Are there always wolves in this place?" The long-haired man vaguely felt something was wrong and turned around to ask the priest.

"Wolves in the mountains come out to find food when it's cold. Sometimes they even break into the town to eat livestock," the priest responded casually, but then frowned. "But there are too many wolves today."

The long-haired man looked outside and turned his ears to listen carefully.

Suddenly, his face moved and he stared at the undulating wilderness in the distance.

Several figures kept shaking in the darkness. If you look closely, it seemed that they were running towards this side. Behind the figures, black shadows were chasing these people quickly against the ground.

Suddenly, a shadow jumped up from behind, and with a faint scream, a figure was instantly knocked down.

The man kept rolling and struggling on the ground to try to get up, but several huge black shadows rushed up.

Tear, drag, and bite, and the black shadows on the snow kept rolling, and at the same time, a faint smell of blood came towards us with the cold wind.

The rest were still running forward desperately, and the wolf pack behind us chased after him. In the moonlight, the long-haired man saw a familiar short figure.

"Damn it!" He cursed and grabbed the sword from the table and rushed towards the door, but the priest rushed in front of him pressed the door tightly.

"You are crazy, we will all die when we go out!" The priest's face turned blue and his eyes were full of fear. "The wolves that were hungry in winter are more terrifying than anything else. We can't save them at all. Those people outside are dead!"

"You bastard, you should have hanged you, a guy who violated the rules, to death."

The long-haired man roared angrily. Seeing the look of fear in the priest's eyes, he snorted and turned to open the door.

But a severe pain suddenly came from behind him. He couldn't help but reach out and grab the door handle tightly to support his body. However, when a sharp blade came out of his chest, he looked at the plasma splashing onto the door in front of him, and the long-haired man shook his body and rushed forward, slowly slid along the door panel to the ground.

"Idiot, this is what you forced me." The priest kept gasping for breath, looking at the long-haired man who seemed to be not dead and struggled with his hands and feet. He drew his sword, then raised it again, and kept poking it down hard.

In the room, the long-haired man finally lost his breath.
Chapter completed!