Normezi stared at the direction of the distant intersection, and he felt a little uneasy. Years of experience in participating in the war told him that this was abnormal.

They held the only intersection, and the Montina people were blocked by them and could not move forward. This should have been the best result. As long as the stalemate continues like this, the situation will be beneficial to him, because the situation in Naples is now very complicated, and Gombrey is the support of the Modilo family in Naples. He cannot leave so many truly important things and only besiege the monastery that is obviously unpredictable for a while. As long as it can be delayed, Normezi believes that things will definitely turn around.

But now the actions of Montina's army made Nolmezi feel very strange. They seemed to be attacking the monastery blindly and meaninglessly. Although they were just trying to bombard the stone walls of the monastery from time to time, what is the point of the shelling when it was almost difficult to aim?

Behind the strange actions there are often real purposes to try to cover up. Nolmezi believed this, and his uneasiness became increasingly intense, as if something bad was about to happen.

"Who are the people who come from the Montina army?" Nolmezi suddenly thought of it and asked the people around him.

"I heard that Count Montina himself has arrived."

Hearing his subordinates' answers, Nolmezi's brows frowned even tighter. So far, due to the terrain, the Montina army had almost no time to approach the monastery walls, so he did not see the full picture of those troops. However, it is said that the guards around the earl were wearing a very strange style and exquisitely crafted red uniform. The uniforms were said to be too fancy, so that his guards were nicknamed "Flower Girl".

But Normezi didn't see the flower girls, he only saw a group of barbaric guys, who were now firing fire at the monastery.

Something must have happened. Although he had not noticed the enemy's intentions, Nolmezi could already be sure that the enemy was brewing some conspiracy. His uneasiness had already made him feel dangerous, so he ordered his subordinates to keep a close eye on the enemy opposite and hurriedly patrolled the rest of the monastery.

If Montina's army might have attacked from somewhere else, what should it be? Normezi hurried along the corridor of the monastery. When he came to the tower near the blown-out tower, Normezi looked at the roof with a hole in his heart, and his anxiety became stronger.

He believed that he had discovered something, so he quickly walked towards the wreckage, struggling to pass through the gravel, Nolmezi lay on the broken wall and looked out carefully.

He knew that the Montina people could bombard the corner of the building again at any time, and this was the only place they could directly threaten, so Nolmezi was very cautious and he didn't want to be killed by one shot.

"Earl, what are you looking at?" The voice of the Aragonese came from behind. Nolmezi turned his head and saw the Aragonese looking at him with strange eyes. Out of instinct, he felt the murderous intent that seemed to be deliberately suppressed by the other party, but this did not attract much attention. After all, it was on the battlefield.

"I'm worried that the Montinas might attack," Nolmezi said, intending to continue looking outside. "It's not right, those Montinas shouldn't be so stupid. They now look completely safe and don't look like they are going to really capture the monastery."

The Aragonese breathed a sigh of relief. When he saw Nolmezi lying on the gap, he thought that his plot to assassinate the queen had been discovered, at least it had aroused suspicion. Thinking of the coat he threw out of the window, he couldn't help but secretly thank God for his good luck.

"You don't seem to be very confident in your previous words, and are you now starting to worry that the Montina people have found other paths?"

The Aragonese deliberately said in a slightly provocative tone. Seeing that Nolmezi was attracted to this, he gave up and continued to look outside, the Aragonese breathed a sigh of relief. He believed that as long as he delayed for a while, his coat would be blown to a place where no one could find it. In that way, even if Nolmezi later suspected that he assassinated the queen, he would have no choice but to have no evidence. He did this not only eradicated an obstacle to annexation of Naples for his king, but also forced Nolmezi to have no way out at all.

"Listen to me, I don't want to debate with you because of this kind of thing, but you may be in the palace like a fish, but on the battlefield I can live to this point by not luck but with caution." Nolmezi said, turning around and continuing to look at the gap, and the Aragonese no longer intend to stop him, but just as he stepped on a piece of gravel, a sharp howling whistling through the air swept through the gap.

The shell almost flew over the edge of the gap, and a hot wave of air came towards him. Nolmezi threw himself on the sharp gravel all over the ground without thinking.

The Aragonese were also very scared. He instinctively squatted down his waist and watched the black shadow sweep from the gap and fly towards the slope below. For a moment, the two of them looked at each other and were stunned.

"I think you're still far away from that place, but it's better to send someone to guard here. It seems that you've found where the Montinas are going to attack from." The Aragonese took two steps back and said to Normezi, whose face was scratched by the shavings of gravel, "Let's leave first. It would be worth it if you let go of your life here."

"You are right. Let's leave here first. I will have someone guard this place."

Normezi also nodded in agreement with a little thought. He didn't want to die inexplicably behind the high wall that originally thought he could feel safe. The two of them immediately walked away, leaving only a hole gap that had already exposed the sky for the sun to cast from outside and shine in the slightly dark monastery corridor.

Scher walked quietly along the corridor, holding muskets and short axes commonly used by the Balkans. Although the Balkans had issued short swords, most of them still liked to use weapons from their hometowns.

Two figures flashed through an aisle, and Schell raised his hand axe. When the two men just appeared, he and his companions next to him had already rushed over. A black light shone through the air in the air, and before the other party could scream, it slashed hard on the vital point of their necks.

The two were immediately chopped to the ground, but when they saw the two of them clearly, Schell, who was a little stunned, heard his companion's low screams.

"God, we killed two monks!"

Sher, who was also in a mess in his heart, looked at his companion, his axe was still dripping with blood. After licking his lips hard, he shook his head: "We have no choice. The monks here are all Normezi's people, and they will report the news."

"But if we kill the monks, God will punish us," another Balkan said uneasy. "Maybe we should go back, this trip is unlucky."

"Shut up, if you want to ask for forgiveness, you can go back to the archbishop. I heard that he will be a cardinal," Sher whispered. After saying that, Sher gritted her teeth and stepped over the monk who had lost his breath in a pool of blood. "But why should we ask them for forgiveness? Don't forget that we are Orthodox, let the Catholics go to hell."

The Balkans seemed to have become more comfortable because of Sher's words, and they became irritable and excited again. When they quietly came along the stairs to a corridor near the main entrance of the monastery, looking at the rebels outside, Sher licked the corner of his mouth again: "We have to find a way to open the door, but this may not be easy."

"Maybe we have no other way." The Balkan, who had committed the crime of killing monks with him before, suddenly pointed to a large house slightly far away, guarded by two guards. The door of the house was open, and you could vaguely see the wooden barrels piled up inside.

Sher narrowed his eyes and looked at the big house carefully, then turned around and nodded to the companion, saying, "If God wants to condemn us to hell for our sins, I believe you must be ahead of me."

When Normezi and the Aragonese returned to the window near the gate, they saw the Montina people dragging several wounded soldiers back, and there were still a few bodies thrown up in the front. But most importantly, an eagle cannon with no cannon was abandoned there in a crooked manner.

It was obvious that the Montina people tried to risk bombarding the gate of the monastery from the front, but they not only lost many soldiers, but even lost one of the only two cannons.

"Sir, we may be able to move the artillery back at night," said one of the men excitedly, "or at least destroy it, that would make these barbarians very angry."

Normezi seemed to have been told, seizing or completely destroying an enemy artillery was indeed a great result. It was very useful for both boosting morale and attacking the enemy. However, he still shook his head calmly: "Don't worry, the Montina people suffered a great loss, they must be waiting for revenge."

"Then let them see how powerful we are!" Someone shouted loudly again, and this immediately aroused a burst of consent.

"I have to admit that it is not that difficult for you to keep the monastery." The Aragonese took the opportunity to say, looking at Nolmezi, who showed smugness, his eyes flashed, thinking in his mind when people would find out that the queen was killed. Perhaps at that time the arrogant earl would realize that he had no other way out to go except to serve King Ferdinand.

Normezi smiled slightly reservedly. He was very willing to see the Aragonese look respectful to him, especially after he had contradicted him so unreasonably before, he felt that it was time for this person to know who was the master here.

Ofulei looked at the gunner who was lying on the ground and gasping, and patted his shoulder with some guilt. The lead bullet broke the gunner's right shoulder bone. Seeing his soft arm hanging on the side, Ofulei knew that the Balkan was over.

Although the Count is kind to his subordinates and even takes good care of the wounded soldiers, this does not mean that this will take care of those useless people who are already disabled.

Now that the gunner's sleep has obviously lost its value, Ofulei feels that it may be a good destination for him to return to the Balkans and continue to be a farmer after receiving a pension.

There was another noisy cheer from the direction of the monastery, and it was obvious that the rebels were greatly motivated by the victory, and sometimes they could hear one or two gunshots that were purely for provocation and indulgence.

"What should I do now, Captain?"

A Balkan weighed the short axe in his hand. The Balkans didn't care much about life and death, or that years of poverty made them take their lives much lighter. For them, the gunner's current experience is nothing more than the future fate of all of them.

"We have a cannon, but who would you use this?"

Ofulei's words made the Balkans look at each other in a glance. It was obvious that artillery was a bit too complicated and even terrible for them. Now asking them to fiddle with this monster made the Balkans feel a little overwhelmed for a moment.

"Captain, I'm OK," the gunner struggled to get up but collapsed on the ground. "I can teach them how to use it, but please don't drive me away, I'm OK."

"Show me," Ofulei patted the gunner's other intact arm "I hear it all, I don't need you to hit you very accurately, but the people in the monastery must feel threatened."

After saying that, Ofulei looked at the monastery on the top of the mountain, and at the same time he was anxiously wondering what had happened.

No matter success or failure, shouldn’t it be a little bit of a sudden change? But what’s going on now? Why is there no news in the monastery?

Alexander was also waiting. He was also anxious, but he could only suppress his worries. However, he was sure that Schell and the others had not been discovered yet, because he could see several rebel soldiers standing on the roof and shouting at the Balkans below. If Schell and the others had been exposed, they would not have been so calm.

So what are Sher and the others doing?

Normezi walked towards the queen's room, and the strange actions of the Montina people still made him feel uneasy. This was a rather strange feeling developed by years of experience on the battlefield. It was precisely through this prediction of danger that he had escaped the threat of death several times.

So he can now be sure that Gumbrey is planning a conspiracy, and all this should be related to the queen.

The queen's room was in a corner deep in the monastery. In order not to disturb others, Nolmezi once wanted to send two guards to guard the passage, but was rejected by the queen because it would make her feel that she was imprisoned again.

Normezi walked outside the room and knocked on the door, but received no response.

So he slightly increased his strength and knocked it, but the room was still quiet.

Normezi was sure that if the queen left, someone would report it to him, then the queen should obviously be in the room now, but she did not respond.

Somehow, a strong sense of uneasiness arose in Normechi's heart.

A figure flashed through his eyes for some reason, which made him not care about the possibility that the queen would be scolded by the queen for being rude and pushed open the confined door.

The room was empty and no one was there. Normezi frowned slightly. Just as he was about to leave the room, he suddenly stopped and sniffed slightly.

A smell of blood that could still be smelled even though it was not strong, drifted into Normezi's nose. He smelled it again, and then confirmed that it was indeed the smell of blood.

Normezi's heart suddenly sucked. He didn't care about the queen's life and death, but he could never allow the queen to have an accident with him.

The figure of the Aragonese flashed through Normezi's heart again, but this time it was more angry.

He looked down at the ground, and when he saw a tapestry that obviously shouldn't be laid in the middle of the ground to make a carpet, he walked over and lifted it up.

Accompanied by the strong smell of blood, a pool of sticky blood stains appeared in front of Nolmezi. He twisted the blood marks with his fingers. With the sticky touch, he couldn't help but remember the bloody smell that seemed to smell from the Aragonist not long ago.

Normezi was already sure that something had happened to the queen. He immediately stood up and looked around. When he saw the half-closed bed curtain, he walked over and slowly lifted the bed tent.

The queen's bloodless face appeared in front of Normezi. Looking at the eyes that were wide open toward her head, Normezi slowly drew a cross on her chest.

"Damn the Aragons." Nolmezi made a curse. He could guess the reason why the Aragons killed the queen, but this would only cause him trouble. And he even began to doubt that maybe the Gumbrey had such a plan. If this was the case, then he would be really passive.

Just as Nolmezi rushed out of the room angrily and wanted to settle the score with the Aragons, a terrified scream suddenly came from the monastery.

At the same time, with the sudden swelling of hot flames from outside the corridor window not far away, a burnt breath with a strong smell of alcohol came to my face.

At the same time, Normezi heard a cry that made him cold in an instant: "Gravel! The granary is on fire!"

Normezi almost jumped directly from the stairs. His fat body broke a stair handrail that was not very explained, and then he rolled down the stairs. When he got up from the ground, he saw the raging tongues that were constantly spitting out from the window of the granary, and the hot fire wall that kept rising up with the buckets of wine ignited to the ground.

"What's going on? Put out the fire!" Nolmezi rushed towards the granary like crazy. All his hopes were in the granary. It was because he prepared enough food that he dared to rebel openly. He had decided that he would not walk out of the monastery until the Aragonese came. It might take weeks, months, or even longer, and the key to all this was that he had food.

But now the granary was burned, and Nolmezi rushed up with all his might.

Someone hugged Normezi tightly, and at this time the blazing flames had spread out quickly from the granary. The accumulated food was burning in the flames that were flashing with heat waves.

And judging from the level of burning, the fire spread suddenly as soon as it got up. When smelling the strong smell of wine in the air, Normezi immediately realized that someone deliberately set the fire on it.

"There are spies! Find them out!" Nolmezi shouted and looked around, then he looked at the granary that was quickly swallowed by the flames in despair. "It's over, it's all over, God is punishing me."

A scream suddenly came from not far away. As soon as Nolmezi turned around, he happened to see a man holding a musket at one of his subordinates. As the gunshot sounded, his subordinates fell to the ground.

"spy!"

Normezi shouted and pulled out his sword and rushed towards the people, while some of his subordinates rushed towards the room where the people retreated.

"Kill them, I will look at their heads hanging on the gate of the monastery!" Normezi's eyes were already red. He was almost desperate at this time. The flames burning food seemed to burn his body. At this moment, he only wanted to kill the culprits who ruined everything.

Some people tried to put out the flames, but the granary that had been filled with whole barrels of wine was spewing out the hot air waves like a melting pot, and the rising flames were almost licking the wooden roof of the monastery.

Normezi rushed into the corridor with his men, but gunfire sounded at the same time in the rooms on both sides of the corridor, and the cross-fire circles blocked the corridor. When the rebel soldiers in the front had just fallen to the ground, with the roar, several shaking figures had already blocked the narrow entrance of the corridor with waving shimmering lights.

"Roar in and kill them!"

Nolmezi was completely desperate at this time, and the food was burned, and all his hopes had been turned into ashes with the flames.

Normezi's people rushed towards the entrance of the corridor like crazy, but they were stopped by the sharp axe and sabers in the hands of the Balkans. At the same time, with the sound of muskets from time to time, Normezi's people were unable to break through the entrance where only a dozen people were guarding.

"Take the barrels in," said Normezi suddenly, "Since they have burned my food, I will send them to God in the same way."

Immediately someone brought a large bucket of wine. Seeing the wine flowing out, Normezi took the burning torch from the person next to him.

"Pray for yourself." Nolmezi said fiercely.

As soon as Normezi finished speaking, a loud bang, the gate of the monastery was blown open a big hole.

In the smoke of gunpowder, the Balkan figures appeared in front of the rebels again with the light of the wielding axe.
Chapter completed!