Offrey walked past the stream humming an out-of-tune tune, and he carried a few dirty clothes in his hand, but his eyes were somewhat unhappy.

Ofleiil did not understand why Alexander repeatedly ordered the soldiers to change their clothes frequently, and even had two Bohemians whip them for this, although the smell of the two Bohemians did not smell good, but Ofleiyi still felt that Alexander's order was a bit excessive, even excessive.

According to Alexander's orders, every soldier must change his underwear every three days, and the footcloth for his boots must also be changed frequently, and the coat must be clean and tidy.

Ofreil wondered why Alexander was so insistent on the soldiers being dressed decently, which was obviously a bit embarrassing for the stonemason's nephew, at least now he was a little worried about the change of clothes.

Even in poor families, men rarely do housework, as long as they can work hard in the field or find a way to make money in the city, it is a woman's business to do housework, but now Ofrey must not only learn to wash clothes, but even hang up the beard on his face as Alexander prescribed, which makes Ofrey a little worried that when he returns home, his family will think that he will become a woman rather than a man.

Offrey squatted at the water's edge and rubbed his panties with a little yellowed panty leg in his hand, looking at the dirty stain on it, he couldn't help but think of the scene in his dream the night before.

Somehow, he actually dreamed of the woman he met two days ago, of course, he didn't dream of the fat woman, but Lucrezia's maid.

Ofleiyi didn't know how to think of the woman, speaking of which the maid was good-looking, but it was much worse than her mistress, but Ofleiyi didn't dare to think about the Pope's daughter at all.

A figure had walked a short distance away, and Offrey looked up as he was customary, and saw a young man leading his horse along the path under the wall across the stream towards the side of the abbey.

Although it felt a little familiar, Ofleiil didn't pay much attention to the young man, and it was only when the man stopped at a small inconspicuous door in the corner of the monastery that he took a curious look.

By this time Ofleiil had recognized him as the young man who had come out of the convent the day before yesterday through the window in the deacon's nun's room.

The small door opened, and a figure that surprised Offrey stepped out.

Lucrezia's maid.

Offrey could clearly see that the maid seemed to be glad at the young man's arrival, and she happily grabbed the young man's arm and pulled him into the small door, and before the door was completely closed, the woman's arms were immediately seen through the narrowing slit on the man's shoulder.

Offrey suddenly felt a little unhappy, and he began to take out his anger with the clothes in his hand, so that when he returned to the camp, Carlo looked at the underwear in his hand and pouted slightly, and said, "I can't see that you really love cleanliness." ”

As he spoke, Carlo beckoned Ofleiyi to walk towards Alexandria's house.

When he met Alexander, he was distracted by the mess on the table, though not very clearly, but he soon realized that it was supposed to be a map, and that the flasks and glasses on the table were supposed to represent something.

"Come and see," Alexander beckoned to Oflei, "we are still not far outside of Rome, and the Genoese have one more day to join us." ”

Alexander said and pointed to the city of Rome, which was marked by a leather bag, and then slightly moved away a short distance.

"Now that we are here, the Milanese are in our northwest, and the Venetians are coming from the northeast to meet the Milanese, what do you think we should do?"

"My lord, is it just us?" Offrey asked a little hesitantly, in fact, this question had already begun to be discussed among the Agri, because the reinforcements had not been seen in time, and the Agri had begun to feel a little uneasy.

"It's just us for the time being," Alexander looked at Ofleiyi and smiled, "there are less than 2,000 people in total, and our enemy is about 40,000. ”

"My lord, we have too few of us to stop them, even if there are Genoese," Ofleiuil's face turned a little pale, and he felt the need to dissuade Alexander, but he didn't know what to say, "Maybe we should be careful, or not go to Montina at all......"

"That's not going to work," Alexander interrupted Oflei, who felt the need to let him know the importance of Montina, "The Genoese are willing to send troops because of Montina as an excuse, and if we don't go to Montina, then everything is meaningless." ”

Ofreil let out an "oh", he didn't really understand why he had to go to Montina, but it didn't matter anymore, their problem now was how to deal with so many Milanese and Venetian forces.

40,000 against 2,000, Ofleiil heard the heavy breathing of Carlo next to him, which made him feel that even Agri's commander seemed to have been frightened by the 20-fold gap.

And that's what Alexander wants.

It is only when people realize that there is no way back that they take the risk of doing something bold.

"We need reinforcements from the Vatican," Carlo finally said, although he had already understood the situation he was facing, but he was still nervous at the thought of the enemy he was going to face, "My lord, you should already have a way, don't you, then tell us what to do, I don't want to use just such a few people to die." ”

Alexander nodded, then he looked at Ofleiyi and asked, "Tell me, if you were to lead the team forward at night, would you get lost?" ”

Offrey was stunned for a moment and did not answer immediately, and after thinking about it, he said cautiously, "My lord, then I must observe the terrain in advance, but even then I must be prepared, otherwise it is easy to go in the wrong direction at night." ”

"Then go and explore now," ordered Alexander, "now you will take a few men and search north along this road, without you having to go far, as long as you can travel about a night's journey, and then you will come back at once, and we must do something when the Genoese arrive." ”

Despite some confusion, Ofreil immediately took the order, and took a few Agri and a Bohemian whom he had selected to be his usual helpers, and set out on his way as soon as he had enough dry food.

When there were only two people left, Carlo thought for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask: "My lord, what are you going to do, it's really a bit unfavorable for us now, if you have any way, I'm willing to do whatever it is." ”

Alexander looked at Carlo, who was a little anxious, and saw that his face had turned a little dark because of his anxiety, and then he spoke: "I do have a solution, but it is a bit dangerous. Seeing that Carlo was about to speak, Alexander waved his hand to stop him, "What I said is that you may be in danger." ”

Carlo couldn't help but be stunned, he looked at Alexander with a strange smile in confusion, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Listen, what I want you to do is actually very simple," Alexander beckoned to Carlo to his side, although he didn't think it would be so coincidental that someone would overhear something, but he was still used to lowering his voice, "What I want you to do is help me pacify the Genoese, especially after I leave......"

Carlo listened with some confusion at first, and then his face turned from black to pale.

He looked at Alexander blankly, and after a moment he asked blankly, "My lord, do you really want to do this?" ”

"That's the only way," Alexander pouted helplessly, "believe me, the Vatican will have to send troops as long as everything goes well, but before that you have to make sure that the Genoese can arrive, otherwise I may be in real danger." ”

Carlo swallowed hard, and it was only then that he felt a chill run down his back, or that he was really frightened by Alexander's plan.

In the evening, a Genoese envoy arrived in the town, and he brought with him a letter from old Rovere to confirm Alexander's fears.

Alexander VI did not send an army according to the Entente, and Giovanni, who had already returned to the army and was ready to leave, was still in his Gilpitz palace and refused to leave, and the entire Papal army had no intention of going to war.

Although he did not want to admit it, the elder Rovere mentioned in his letter his distrust of the "League of Montina", but at the end of the letter he advised Alexander to rush to Montina as soon as possible, because "the Genoese army will support you unreservedly." ”

Looking at the letter, Alexander was very suspicious that the elder Rovere had folded his index and middle fingers together at the same time to dare to lie so unscrupulously, but this also made him have to make up his mind about the previous plan.

In addition to the letter from old Rovere, the messenger also brought news about the 1,000 Genoese troops, which, according to the previously agreed plan, would arrive at St. Teresa the next morning, which made Alexander realize that time was running out for him.

As night fell, the dark buildings of St. Teresa's monastery were once again shrouded in darkness.

However, the night was not destined to be quiet, and with a rush of footsteps, a small group of figures quickly approached the monastery along the stream.

Alexander stood by the stream, and the evening breeze was warm today, even with a hint of sweet warmth, as if to herald the passing of spring soon.

Looking at the figure flickering in the darkness, Alexander gently stroked the hilt of his sword at his waist.

Tonight, he's going to kidnap Lucrezia!

Whatever the real reason, at least the origin of this war is because of Lucrezia.

Whether it's the Pope's daughter, Giovanni Sforza's wife, or the future alliance with Naples, Lucrezia has a reason that everyone must pay attention to.

One can imagine what it would mean if Lucrezia fell into the hands of Milan or the Venetians, and he believed that this was definitely something that the Borgia family did not want to see!

Alexander knew that this was a bold and even crazy plan, and even if the plan succeeded and finally forced the Vatican to send troops, the Borgia family was bound to launch an equally crazy revenge against him, but now he had no choice.

If he wants to get the title of Count of Montina, he will have to face Milan and the Venetians at all costs, and if he retreats, he will lose the power to declare in the name of Barentia's fiancé, and he does not know what better way to help him achieve his goal.

"In crazy times, you have to do crazy things." Alexander laughed slightly self-deprecatingly, feeling as crazy as he was in this era.

The brook was quiet, and Alexander was a little disappointed not to see Lucrezia, but he was not annoyed.

In fact, when he had made this decision, he had already thought that it might not be possible to meet Lucrezia outside the monastery so smoothly, so he had carefully surveyed the terrain of the monastery, and luckily he noticed a small gate under the wall not far from the monastery gate, which seemed to be frequented by people.

Alexander crossed the stream, which was still a little cold, but he felt hot because of the plan he was about to execute.

The kidnapping of Lucrezia was probably a bold move that no one had thought of.

The small door was not far away, and Alexander waved his hand to his men who had been prepared, because he didn't know if the lock inside was strong, and he even had a hand axe fetched.

"Listen, don't hurt anyone when you go in, and don't let anyone recognize you," Alexander commanded in a low voice, "all you have to do is get Lucrezia out of the convent safely, you know?" ”

"Of course, find the woman and bring her out," a bohemian nodded triumphantly, "rushing at the enemy to kill them, pounce on the women and snatch them, that's what we do best." ”

Seeing the excitement on the bohemian face, Alexander opened his mouth lightly and wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and said nothing.

Because there was not a trace of cloud, the moonlight looked bright on the small door, and the reflection of the hand axe was even a little harsh.

The sharp tip of the axe gently wedged into the gap in the wooden door, and just as the Bohemians were about to pry the wooden door with great force, the sound of pulling the deadbolt was heard from within.

Then, with a "squeak" sound, the wooden door opened!

A young face appeared in the door, one hand holding the reins of the horse, the other holding the door open, but his face was full of astonishment as he looked at the Bohemian in front of him.

Everything was so sudden that the young man didn't even have time to scream, he only saw the man in front of him suddenly lift something high, and then a snow suddenly fell in front of him, accompanied by a terrible scream that resounded throughout the monastery in the night, and the young man's head and neck had been violently split between his neck with an axe!

At the same time, another scream from fright, madness, came from behind the fallen young man!

It was Lucrezia's maid.

"Adult ......"

The bloodied Bohemian looked back at Alexander, only to see his face annoyed by the unexpected sight before him.

"What are you doing in a daze!" Alexander's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and as he drew his sword, he strode into the monastery first, "Do it!" ”