Alexander walked on the smooth stone-paved ground, and the gaps between the slabs were so small that when blood flowed between the bricks, they looked like thin strips of crimson.

It's just that these thin threads keep flowing through the gaps, and finally soak the surroundings like a large red net.

Alexander's boots were splashed in a shallow pool of blood, and a few red dots fell on the boot gang, and he looked down at the clearing in front of him where a row of corpses were placed.

There were more than a dozen cold corpses lying in those clearings, and the blood and water under these people made them look as if they were floating in a sea of red, and several of them were slashed so hard when they were attacked, that their bloody bodies were paralyzed there like broken sacks.

The abbot stood stiffly, acquiescing to Alexander's actions, but until the attack began, he had always believed that Alexander was just trying to kidnap and blackmail these nobles, after all, these people were nobles with important positions in Zagreb, and the abbot did not think that anyone would be stupid enough to kill these people directly.

But the world was completely contrary to the abbot's suspicions, and when the doors of the church were closed and the soldiers rushed towards the most important nobles without mercy, the abbot, who was about to stop him, was immediately frightened by the sudden massacre.

Without any explanation, no one even spoke, the great nobles who were completely unprepared were slaughtered in an instant, and by the time the frightened women screamed in horror, a corpse had already fallen in the church.

There were more than a dozen nobles killed, all of whom were among the most powerful people in Zagreb, while those who survived were forced to get together.

Everyone watched in horror at these people who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, watching the bloody blades in their hands swing in front of their eyes, and some nobles who had intended to summon up their courage failed to put their courage into action.

"How dare you?!" The abbot looked at Alexander in disbelief, he really didn't expect this person to have such a big courage, "Do you know who you killed, two of these people are from the Kostnić family, they are the side branches of the Bosnian royal family, if possible, their family may have a king, but now you actually killed two at once." ”

"Lord Dean, you may have forgotten who we serve." Alexander walked slowly along the rows of noble corpses, knowing that the two people of the Kosternich family that the dean had said were at the front of these people, so he deliberately stopped in front of the two corpses to take a closer look.

One of them looked slightly fat, and the fatal wounds on his body should have been the large holes on his body that looked like they had been stabbed by spears indiscriminately, and those wounds were still bleeding, making the corpse look like a water bladder that could not be pumped out.

The other man looked older, his messy hair covered in sticky blood, and one of his eyes was still open, as if he had not had time to close it when he died.

"Could it be that the heir of Duke Signacci can slaughter the nobles of Zagreb at will?" The abbot began to feel that his previous silence had been wrong, and though he knew that even opposing it would be useless and might cause him more trouble, but now it would be even worse if he remained silent.

Alexander looked at the angry abbot and felt a little impatient.

He knew that the dean's seemingly unrelenting attitude was more of a bluff, and that the great nobles of Zagreb had been slaughtered all of a sudden, and it would be too much to say if the dean remained silent.

It's just that now Alexander doesn't have time to play this kind of pretentious game with him, and he will choose this extreme way because he knows that there is no time left to take his time.

The Ottoman army had already reached Sarajevo, and soon they would march on northern Bosnia, and it would not be long after passing through Zagreb, and he needed to put Viscount Herva on the throne of duke in such a short time, so the time did not give him a chance to step by step at all.

"These people are the murderers of Duke Signacci, aren't they," Alexander's rhetorical question instantly stunned the abbot, although not all of these slain nobles were personally involved in the murder of Duke Signacci, but it is also true to say that they were all involved in that conspiracy.

At least these people were involved in the verdict that decided to expel Viscount Helva.

"The most brutal punishment will be used for murder and those involved in the conspiracy, and now I need you to step in and appease the others, and I want everything here to be restored to order immediately, because there are more important things to do."

A group of nobles were forced to gather in a corner of the church, and they looked in horror at the strange "robbers" who surrounded them, some of them were supposed to be locals, but many of them were obviously foreigners, and they could not help but shudder in fear as if they were looking at themselves while talking in a language they did not seem to understand, and the only thing they could do was to keep the woman out of their way and not attract the attention of the robbers, while they stared at the man who was clearly the leader of the robbers.

Seeing that Alexander had finally finished talking to the dean and walked towards them, the nobles couldn't help but stir, but the stubbornness of the Balkans still encouraged them to some extent, and the men tried to lean as close as they could, and the women were protected behind them in a circle, but in the face of the blade that was still dripping with blood in front of them, no one dared to act rashly.

"I'm Count Montina of Romagna," Alexander walked slowly in front of these men, he felt that he looked like the fierce and cruel villains of his impression, and if he looked at some beautiful woman trying to use force, it would be a real villain, "I am talking about our army of Viscount Helva." ”

"Wait a minute, who are you talking about?" An elderly nobleman screamed in surprise, and he squeezed out of the crowd to look at Alexander, "Do you say you are a subordinate of Viscount Helva, son of Duke Signacy?" ”

"Yes, so I can tell you all that this is a righteous revenge and punishment," Alexander looked at the nobleman, but he didn't intend to talk to him, now what he needed was not to recruit and appease anyone, but to take the city quickly, even if it was by bloody means, but then again, in this part of the Balkans, moderate brutality is often more convincing than any means, and here sometimes the most direct way is often more useful, "Unfortunately, you are now my hostage, and if you do what I say, it will be fine." Otherwise, you know what will happen to you. ”

Alexander's words made the nobles look at the row of corpses lying in the clearing, and these nobles couldn't help but shudder when they saw that these nobles who were higher than their status were now cold dead corpses.

"Believe me, you may think the Ottomans are cruel, but if you disobey my orders, I will make you think that the Ottomans are too merciful compared to me."

Looking at the frightened, helpless and hateful eyes of these people, Alexander continued unconcernedly.

"I don't care what you think of me, because those who remain in Zagreb are guilty, and the nobles who really support the legitimate duke's heir have all been banished by you and the viscount, so any punishment for you is deserved."

Some of the nobles seemed to protest a few times because they were not angry, but they seemed to be stopped quickly, and under the hints of the people around them, the nobleman who had spoken before asked in a stiff voice: "Then what do you want us to do?" ”

"Surrender," Alexander's answer was unusually simple, "surrender without any conditions, the Viscount's army is already on the outskirts of Zagreb, but we don't want the city to be involved in a massacre, so I want you to order the defenders of the castle on the right bank to surrender immediately, and as for Alihoe, you are our best safeguard." ”

There was a low murmur among the nobles, they had roughly understood Alexander's purpose, it was clear that Viscount Herva wanted Zagreb to surrender to him, and now the nobles here were not only hostages, but also bargaining chips for their intention to successfully capture the castle on the right bank.

"We won't ......"

As soon as a nobleman spoke, before he could finish his next words, he put a spear against his chest, and looked at the blade of the spear that pierced his chest, and his face turned white in an instant, but he immediately straightened his chest to make himself look less afraid.

"I don't want to hear that word anymore," Alexander said as he shook his head helplessly, he felt that he was really becoming more and more like a villain, but now he had no other way, "Viscount Helva will become the Duke of Zagreb, which you all owe him, so you don't have any right to bargain." ”

Little Cacho walked quickly to Alexander's side, whispered something and then swept his gaze to the nobles.

Because they didn't know what was happening, the nobles couldn't help but stir lightly again.

"Your army has found out what is happening here, and we seem to be surrounded," Alexander said casually, and when he saw the joy on someone's face, he chuckled softly, "You should resent the craftsmen who built this monastery in the first place, because soon you will know how strong it is." ”

Alexander's voice was so soft that not many people could hear him, but soon the Zagreb army surrounded outside first knew how strong the monastery was, and then how difficult it was for the "robbers" defending the monastery to deal with.

When the monastery was completely surrounded, the officers who had commanded the army in a hurry breathed a sigh of relief.

To the surprise of the Zagreb army, these bandits had little interest in negotiations from the very beginning, and no one came forward to respond, no matter how much they shouted.

However, although these robbers who suddenly appeared were bold and reckless, but now that they were surrounded, they could watch these people be hanged one by one or simply beheaded.

Looking up at the sun that was about to rise overhead, an officer waved his hand behind him, and with the sound of footsteps, a group of soldiers walked towards the gate of the monastery.

The siege of the Monastery of Alihoe began.

A muffled gunshot came from the walls of the monastery, because the windows on the walls were so small that from a distance it looked as if a cloud of smoke suddenly and inexplicably rose from the bare walls, but they did not dare to take it lightly, and when the shots rang out, many soldiers standing in the street below instinctively bent down.

It was already the afternoon of the 28th, and most of the day had passed since the events of the monastery, and the troops who were still trying to rescue the nobles inside had attacked seven or eight times in a row.

But every time, because of the failure of the monastery's easy defense and unusually strong structure, what made those armies even more unexpected was that these "robbers" were not only extraordinary, but also unexpectedly equipped with elite firearms.

It was without this knowledge that the first soldiers who tried to storm the monastery were wiped out.

The unsuspecting people who had been shot down lay on the ground, screams in the open space in front of the monastery.

The people of Zagreb were so dazed by the sudden blow that they had to retreat, but before they could retreat, another surprise that really shook them even more unexpectedly.

A black object was suddenly thrown down from the high courtyard wall, although they knew that it should be a corpse, and they vaguely guessed something, but the army outside still had a fluke attitude.

It wasn't until the body was placed in front of them that the officers were shocked to discover that the man was a nobleman from Zagreb.

His preeminent status in life had obviously not been a talisman for this man, and now his distorted body was in tatters on a blanket, and his abnormal gray skin from excessive blood loss was terrifying to look at.

However, although this accident caused the offensive to be suspended, it was not long before the officers decided to launch a new offensive.

The officers of Zagreb believed that it would be impossible for the robbers to hold the monastery in the midst of the continuous attacks, and that they would not dare to massacre the nobles all the time, otherwise they would have no leverage in their hands.

This judgment was originally correct, but these officers not only underestimated the fortification of the Arijoe Monastery, but also the strength of these "robbers".

Eventually, when the sun began to slower among the mountains to the west, the assault outside the monastery had to be halted due to heavy losses.

By this time, no one would believe that these people were robbers, but whether it was a threat or a lure, the people inside never replied, which made those officers not know what to do for a while.

"What the hell do they want," a fat officer was furious because he couldn't hold on for a long time, "they were already surrounded, but they didn't seem to want to negotiate with us at all, what did these people think?" ”

"Unless they want to wait for something," said the other officer casually, but then his expression moved, etc., and only this explanation could make sense, as if they were waiting for reinforcements. ”

"Where will there be any reinforcements, will someone attack Zagreb at this time?" The fat officer shook his head disapprovingly, but just as he was about to speak, the sound of horses' hooves came from the narrow street in the distance.

At the same time, in the monastery, Alexander looked at the slightly flickering light on the table in front of him, and when he heard the movement of the Zagreb people outside that seemed to be slightly different from the previous attack, Alexander stood up and smiled at the gloomy abbot opposite: "It should be about the same, you are the protagonist next, Lord Abbot." ”