The cannonball flew directly into the monastery, and after smashing through the gate, the solid projectile first bounced on the ground, smashed a few stone slabs, and then began to bounce around in the monastery patio to play bumper balls.

A few short screams rang out from the crowd, but almost all of them were immediate, and Normezi certainly didn't believe it was because the men were not badly wounded, and he knew that it was likely that they had lost their lives before they even had a chance to scream.

Normezi looked back in the direction of the monastery gate, and could not see anything from the cracked hole, only the bright light outside, but then the fierce gunfire suddenly rang out, and the gunfire was so dense that he was sure that Montina's army had never shot so fiercely before.

"Hold on!" Normezi shouted loudly, but no one could hear his order by this time, because the Balkans who had retreated to the entrance of the corridor suddenly reappeared after hearing the sound of cannons and gunfire, and they took advantage of the unexpected distraction of the rebels from the doorway, and first fired at the same time at close range with their well-loaded short guns, and then, before the gunfire died down, they had already rushed out of the smoke and rushed towards the rebels with their axes and sabers!

Blinded by the sudden counterattack of the Balkans, Normezi's men were forced to swing their swords and fight each other, and a bloody battle ensued as they collided on the wine-covered stone floor.

Looking at the enemy who was fighting with his men, Normezi could only throw away the torches, and for a moment the sound of fighting in the monastery corresponded to the gunfire outside, and the rebels immediately fell into chaos.

At the same time, a second cannon shot rang out from outside.

The sturdy walls of the monastery seemed to tremble, and even though they were close, the shells hit the wall next to the monastery gate due to the haste with which the artillery was reset, and a stone flew outward, while the defenders standing nearby were shocked and fell to the ground.

The destruction of the artillery attracted the attention of most of the rebels on the building wall, and at this time, after hearing the chaos in the monastery and seeing the burning flames, he took advantage of the chaos in the defense and decisively ordered to risk pushing the artillery out to attack the monastery, and immediately led the Balkans to charge the gate of the monastery where a large hole had been blown out.

The sound of fighting sounded inside and outside the monastery at the same time, the shouts and the screams of the killed and wounded were mixed together, and Ofleiyi and the people kept running forward, he knew that the only thing at this time was almost to rush to the door of the monastery, listening to the sound of gunfire and the wind whistling by, Ofleiyi was desperate to rush forward, and he only remembered in his mind what Alexander had told him before: "Do not waver at any time once you have made up your mind to attack, This battle intent must be carried out firmly and decisively until the end of the battle, and any hesitation at such times will only make things worse. ”

Ofleiil did not have much profound understanding of this sentence before, but when he led people to run forward in a frenzy, when the oncoming bullet could shoot through his body at any time and take his life, Ofleiil really understood the meaning of the earl's words.

"Rush over! Rush in! Ofleiil had no idea what he was shouting, and even when he was pushed by the swarming soldiers and slammed it directly against the door, which first slumped forward, then bounced back violently and knocked them to the ground, Ofleiyi still couldn't control himself from the excitement.

He jumped up and aimed his short gun at the hole that had been blown out half a man high and began to shoot, while the Balkans next to him immediately followed the march and kept shooting into the hole.

At the same time, the other Balkans began to pound on the door, and the wooden door, which had been crumbling after being pierced by a cannonball, immediately let out a heavy groan.

"Kill them!" As he led the men towards the monastery gates, Normezi turned back and instructed his men, who were still fighting with the Balkans, "I want to buy you time, if it's not enough, I want you to kill them all!" ”

Hearing the shouts of his master, who were already completely angry, his men were slightly stunned, but the man still said "yes" and turned around and rushed towards the Balkans who had retreated towards the entrance of the corridor again.

Normezi's eyes were already red, and he was in complete despair by this time.

The burning of the granary meant that he would no longer have to wait for a change in the situation in Naples, and the only thing he could do now was to find a way to escape, and the irony of this fortified fortress that he had used as a fortress was now a huge obstacle to his escape.

The fire in the granary grew smaller and smaller, and the tongue of fire had spread to the wooden staircase by the wall of the building, and the soldiers who stood on it and shot outwards began to panic, some of them could no longer hold their guns, and some of their bows and arrows were shaking in their hands, and when the wooden frame closest to the staircase began to make a muffled "squeak", some of them jumped down from it with a scream of fear.

Normezi walked towards the door, the burning wooden frame above his head made him feel as if his exposed skin was going to dry up at any moment, and just as he was about to get to the doorway, a black object suddenly threw in through the blasted hole.

"What is it?" The thought only crossed Normezi's mind before the sudden explosion of the thing threw him out.

The monastery was full of shouts of killing, the gate was finally completely destroyed, and the Montinas who rushed in kept shooting, slashing, and slashing, without any mercy or mercy, and every time the axe and saber were raised, they brought a bloody streak with them, and this ferocious fight almost instantly completely crushed the rebels who had fallen into confusion because the Count was gone.

"Surrender, you can't escape!" Men in Montina's army began to shout while slashing and killing, and although the tone sounded strange, they could still hear that they were trying to surrender, but the methods of persuasion were extremely cruel, and it was clear that the Montinas didn't really care much about whether the enemy surrendered or not.

"Surrender or be put to death!"

This time the tone sounded much clearer, and it was certain that it was a Neapolitan shouting, but because of this, the rebels were even more panicked, because they knew what crime they had committed, and they did not dare to believe the words of the enemy easily.

"I assure you in the name of my lord, Agri, master of Montina and regent of Pisa, that surrender will be fair to trial." Coming out of the Balkans, Oflei looked at the rebels who were already being surrounded in the corner of the monastery, "I assure you that you will not face life-threatening punishment except for Count Normezi and his cronies, but you must stop resisting now and hand over Normezi." ”

"We will not betray the Count!"

A young soldier shouted, but then he fell to the ground with a gunshot.

Offrey glanced back slightly at a Balkan man behind him who was smoking with a muzzle and sighed in satisfaction, before turning his head to the rebels and asking again, "Is there anyone else who wants to serve Count Normezi?" ”

No one spoke again, the rebels looked at each other, they all saw the implicit meaning in each other's eyes, but no one wanted to be the first to stand up.

"I surrender."

A calm voice sounded, and Ofleiyi turned his head to look, and saw a man of small stature but somewhat fat, limping over, his well-textured robe torn apart, although he did not have a name, but Ofleiyi immediately realized who this person was.

"Count Normezie?"

"It's me, I'm here to announce my surrender," Normezi looked Ofleiyi up and down, "but I want to know who I'm surrendering to, and it's about my honor and dignity." ”

"Alto Ofreil, the marching captain of the army of the Count of Montina, is willing to serve you." Ofleiyi nodded slightly, then raised his head to look at the somewhat embarrassed Neapolitan nobleman in front of him, "Whether you admit it or not, you are now my captive." ”

A glimmer of pain flashed in Normezi's eyes, he knew that his life was over, but strangely enough, he chose to surrender rather than fight to the death.

Why is that?

Normezi looked into his crowd and saw no sign of the Aragonese, a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes.

"I want to see the Count of Montina," said Normezzi, in a calm but unusually firm tone, "I have important matters to discuss with the Count. ”

"Your Excellency, you may be disappointed, but Lord Earl is not ...... now"

Ofreil only began to speak before he stopped, his gaze fixed on Normezi's hand, which held a sharp dagger, the tip of which was facing Normezi's own neck.

"My lord, if I were you, I wouldn't do such a stupid thing, you know that suicide is a serious crime, and it will make you go to hell when you die."

As he spoke, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the rebel soldiers who were quietly passing behind the rebel soldiers, and he noticed that Schell, who was walking in the front, wanted him to make a quiet gesture, and continued: "It's not difficult to see the Count, but your appearance is not in line with your status. ”

"What else do I have," Normezi smirked to himself, and then his face sank, "this matter is not up to you, go to your earl, and if he doesn't want to get himself into trouble, come to me, and tell him that the queen is dead." ”

Hearing this, Oflai, who was originally planning to continue to attract Normezie's attention, looked stunned, he instinctively looked at Schell, and saw that Schell also nodded slightly to him, Oflaiyi only felt that his head instantly became bigger.

The Queen's unexpected death at St. John's Abbey was enough to cause a shocking series of events.

Seeing the mocking smile of Normezi, who had spotted Sher in his eyes, Ofleiyi waved his hand in annoyance to tell the Balkans to retreat.

"My lord, please come with me," Ofleiyi said, gesturing helplessly to Normezi, "I hope you are not alarmist, or I will let you know how much trouble it can be to annoy an officer of Montina." ”

Offrey's threat did not disturb Normezi, he threw away the dagger and walked up to Ofleil, he looked back at the crowd again, and after making sure that he did not see the Aragonese, Normezzi lowered his voice and said: "Listen, we have a spy here, and if you let me see the Count of Montina as soon as possible, I promise to tell him more." ”

Offrey groaned, knowing that the current situation was no longer out of his control, and Normezie's words made him vaguely uneasy.

"Come with me, sir."

Normezi's words made Ofleiyi have to be careful, but he didn't want to seem too concerned about letting Normezi rely on him, so he whispered to Schell to pay attention to the rebels, and then walked outside the monastery with Normezi as if nothing happened.

As he walked out of the monastery gates, Normezi paused to look back at the fortified fortress on which he had high hopes, and for a moment he felt that the open door was like a grin that was constantly laughing at him.

Normezi was silent for a moment, then turned away, never looking back.

By the time Normezi appeared before Alexander, it was already completely dark, and by this time the fire in the monastery had been extinguished, but in the moonlight clouds of black smoke could still be seen wafting and then disappearing into the dull twilight.

Alexander looked at the captive in silence, this count was a little different from what he had imagined, compared to his relative Frederick, this fat count had a fierce face, which Frederick did not have as a king, or many nobles were not as combative as he looked.

It was more of a soldier than a nobleman, and Alexander thought so, and although he was as conspiratorial as everyone else, Normezi was the first and only nobleman to come to the fore when the queen had lost and all of Naples seemed to fall into the hands of the Modillos.

"You are very brave, Count, if I were you, you might not have such courage," Alexander said sincerely, "we all know that the queen is doomed, and you still choose to start a rebellion, tell me Count," Alexander looked at Normezi's face and asked quietly, "What conditions did Ferdinand of Aragon promise you?" ”

Normezi was surprised, he had thought it was a secret, but now it seemed as if the Gombray had known everything.

Normezi shook his head slightly in disbelief, as if to make sure he had misheard.

"Tell me what happened to the Queen's death," Alexander said this time, "Count we all know that you can't be pardoned, but I don't think you would have been so stupid as to kill the Queen, that would not do you any good, on the contrary, whether you keep St. John's Abbey or not, let others know that you have anything to do with the Queen's death, and you will be finished." So tell me who wants you to finish, or do you want to shield the person who wants to frame you? ”

Normezi's words deeply irritated Normezi, and he looked at Alexander with hatred, and after a while he exhaled and slowly sat down in a chair not far from Alexander.

"Count, tell you what you want?" "We all know very well how the Queen came to St. John's Abbey, and although I know you won't admit it, I'm sure you didn't expect such an outcome, and although it may be a bit unexpected to you, isn't it better for you?" ”

Alexander looked at Normezi, and he could not help but admit that Normezi was right, and when the queen entered the monastery of St. John's, he did not think that she would be able to come out of it alive again, whether it was for Count Mordiglo, Josa, or even for Alfred, a queen who suddenly disappeared and then died inexplicably in the camp of the rebels was much more satisfying than standing in front of them alive.

But Alexander didn't think that the queen would die so strangely.

"You're saying the queen was killed by someone, tell me who he is?" Alexander asked again, looking at the anger on Normezi's face, Alexander vaguely sensed that the person he said might be the key, "Count, I don't think you want to be taken advantage of, so tell me now that everything is to help yourself, at least even if you are sentenced to death, it will only pay for your actions, not a scapegoat." ”

Alexander's last words seemed to impress Normezi, and he looked at Alexander carefully, as if trying to discern from the look on his face whether he was lying.

Then Normezi finally spoke: "It was an Aragonese, or as you had guessed, he was sent by King Ferdinand." ”

Even though he had already thought of this possibility, when he heard Normezi's words with his own ears, Alexander couldn't help but feel a slight relief.

The title of King of Aragon, husband of Queen Isabella of Castile, the first true king of the Kingdom of Sicily and the future Kingdom of Spain, was enough to dazzle anyone when they heard it, and now this Ferdinand finally reached out to Naples.

Alexander secretly sighed in his heart, he knew that he and this future opponent would one day really fight, but he didn't expect that before he could make a move, Ferdinand had already made a preemptive move.

Alexander could only lament the disparity in strength, it was obvious that while he was still carefully arranging, his enemy had already taken a step out of actual combat, although Ferdinand may not have known about his existence until now, but this did not affect the king as soon as he made a move, directly involved in the center of the power struggle in Naples, and the addition of the Aragonese undoubtedly proved that the king had begun his operation to annex Naples.

"The Count told me who knows the Aragonese you are talking about."

Seeing Normezi hesitate and shake his head, Alexander stood up, his fingers tapping lightly on the hilt of his sword as he slowly paced through the tent.

Hearing Alexander's footsteps stop behind him, Normezi closed his eyes, he reached out and clutched the cross on his chest, his mouth softly repentant.

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. ”

Normezi muttered to himself, he had heard the sound of a sharp sword unsheathed softly behind him, and then a cold breath crossed his neck.

"Count tell me, when do you think it will make a man feel the saddest," Alexander's words rang in Normezie's ears, and when he saw Normezi pause, he smiled slightly and continued, "That's when you know that you have been betrayed or even betrayed but you can't do anything, so Count I give you a chance now, you can make those who betrayed and betrayed you pay for everything they have done to you." ”