It doesn't snow anymore, but it's still cold. But Carlo's head was sweating.

He kept urging his soldiers to quicken their pace, but the muddy road made the march almost a disaster.

Although the peasants were more able to endure hardships, many of the soldiers were still left behind, and to make matters worse, they had to throw away their superfluous things in order to speed up the march, so that the soldiers had to eat hard cakes and dried meat that was frozen enough to be stones.

March, march, non-stop march, according to Alexander's orders, they had to get to Rome in three days.

And this is simply an impossible task for the Agri, who are battling bad roads.

"1,100 years ago, the Roman legions crossed the Alps from Lombardy into Gaul in a week, and I don't know why you can't walk the road from Tampla to Rome in three days after 11 centuries," Alexander said to a grimacing Carlo, "If I can't do it, it only means that I am on my fault, because I am stupid enough to try to turn such a group of fools into an army." ”

Alexander's words deeply irritated Carlo and his soldiers.

So they decided to rush to Rome in three days, whatever it takes.

But it didn't seem to be that easy, and Carlo frowned as he looked at the soldiers struggling and stumbling through the icy mud and dirty snow.

At this time, whether they could reach Rome in three days was the key to deciding whether the Agri would continue to be ordinary peasants or embark on a different and wonderful path.

"Hurry up!" Carlo shouted to the soldiers, "Look at yourselves, think about your families, do you want to be a farmer for the lord for the rest of your life, or will you have a chance to proudly say to your sons and grandchildren in the future that I earned you a piece of the family property, do you want to be a hero for a day, or a coward for a lifetime?" ”

Carlo's words thoroughly irritated the Agri, and they began to struggle forward, gritting their teeth and struggling through the mud, even though the icy muddy water had poured into their shoes.

Walk forward, keep walking, and if you get to Rome in three days, a completely different future awaits them.

On the first day, they walked frantically for nearly 20 fats, and when it came time to camp for the night, most of them collapsed and fell asleep barely in time to find a leeward place.

And when the soldiers had to drag their tired bodies up the next morning to continue their march, Carlo found that many of them were too exhausted to walk.

"Is it true that we can't go to Rome?"

Carlo let out a sigh of despair as he looked at the muddy road that stretched in the distance.

The riots in the Great Baths began at nightfall, and when Caesar's army arrived, they found that the situation had reached a point where it was beyond control.

From the beginning of only a few people to the fact that more and more people were being coerced, the rioting crowds began to run wild in the streets.

Caesar's captains soon realized that the riot might be much more terrible than they had thought, and except for the two teams that had already mixed with the rioting crowd, the others immediately retreated and formed a line at the entrance to the narrow street, forming a tight wall of people.

Caesar's army was strictly disciplined, and although this army had not participated in any major battles so far, Caesar had placed great expectations on them from the very beginning.

And not long ago, they participated in Caesar's manhunt for Joanna's assassin, in which the army undoubtedly became a formidable force in Caesar's hands, and they benefited from the abundant booty.

Therefore, although the riots faced were huge, Caesar's army did not panic, and many people even had golden eyes in their eyes.

There was a heavy stampede on the ground, and the captain standing at the front of the team slowly crouched down and pressed his hands to the ground.

An experienced soldier can perceive many things from the vibrations coming from the ground, such as whether the enemy's pace is uniform, whether the enemy has changed from slowly approaching to charging hard, but the main thing is the number of enemies.

There were a lot of people, and the captain's first reaction was this, he looked up at the corner that was leaning down and there was a small corner.

The captain was very experienced, and he chose to place the defensive line in such a place, the upward ramp would make it difficult for the enemy to charge, and a small turn would be enough to confuse most enemies.

The captain squeezed through the soldiers and squeezed into the back, then he drew his sword and raised it high.

"Ready!"

There was a clash of weapons, and the axe spearmen in front pointed their spears diagonally forward, their sharp blades flickering terribly in the moonlight and firelight.

Behind them, a group of crossbowmen had raised their hard crossbows, and instead of arrows, they had projectiles on their beds, but they were no more merciful than them, and sometimes even more terrible.

The sound of footsteps could already be heard, as if it were about to overturn the entire street.

The black shadows swayed, the figures were numerous, and the black-pressed crowd began to appear around the corner below the ramp.

"It's coming."

A soldier with a silver crossbow licked his lips, and when the first wave of the crowd just appeared around the corner, he aimed at the person who was walking in the front.

The crowd continued to get closer, and many of them had crossed the corner to the straight upward slope.

Seeing the army blocking the street, the crowd first paused, and then there was a slight commotion.

The two sides faced each other across a short street, and some of the people at the front of the crowd began to retreat due to nervousness, while others crowded forward with all their might, and the black heads looked like the ocean was surging in the middle of the night.

Although it was crowded with people, the streets suddenly became strangely quiet, and everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

However, the confrontation only lasted for a short time, and with a roar full of madness coming from nowhere, the commotion of the crowd suddenly seemed to drip a drop of ice water into the boiling oil!

The madness broke the silence at this moment, and with a roar, the crowd moved, and they rushed towards the army that was waiting for them!

A riot turned into a bloody street fight broke out.

As a result of the riots in the Great Baths, more and more places began to see unrest in the south of Rome.

From the Great Baths to Trajan's Square, from the Buttuon Courtyard to the banks of the Tiber, the people were in a panic, the rich were panicked, and the poor were terrified, and even Caesar's army seemed to be unable to control this sudden turn of events.

The bridge over the Tiber River connecting the city of Rome to the Vatican has been blocked, and news has been made that Pope Alexander VI and a group of cardinals have been sent to the Angel Castle.

The gates of the Marino Palace were tightly closed.

Although they were far away, they could still faintly hear the terrifying chaos coming from outside.

The maids gathered together and whispered uneasily, young women who had come from elsewhere to work in Rome, and who were legally entitled to the protection of their employers, but who were frightened by the sudden chaos that had arisen now, especially when their masters were completely different from those of the other rich or nobles, and they could not help but worry whether their masters would protect them in case of real danger.

A young Moorish man passed by them, and several of the maids immediately lowered their voices, a young Moorish man who was the master's butler and a fellow who sometimes frightened the maids.

Because he always encouraged his master to rule in some barbarian way against his servants, all the servants were afraid of the Moorish who seemed to be quite pleasant.

Ulliu walked through the hall, and when he saw the maids gathered together, he frowned and waved his hand silently, and immediately blasted the group of women away like ducks.

"What a bunch of lazy things," murmured Ulliu, thinking of his time at the time of the Grand Vizier, who felt that Alexander was a little too merciful, and that although the Europeans had slaves, they were a little too pampered by these salaried servants, "These women should be kept in the cellar for a few days so that they would not chew their tongues." ”

Ulliu grumbled as he walked to the second floor, and every day before going to bed he had to go around the entire Marino Palace to make sure everything was in order, and this was his most pleasant time, and walking in a large house with no one was like patrolling his own territory.

But today is a bit special, listening to the sounds that appear and disappear outside, Uriu knows that the city of Rome is not peaceful tonight.

In fact, the signs of the riot were already faint in the daytime, and for this Joanna sent someone to ask for help from Nashan.

The queen apparently wanted to have someone reliable by her side at this time, and her new lover was evidently reliable in that regard.

Nashan decided to protect the queen with half of his men, while he placed the rest in a church not far from Marino Palace.

The Bohemians were actually very religious, and they often gathered together to pray and chant prayers, which reassured the church priests who were beginning to be apprehensive.

The man was not there, and the Marino Palace seemed a little deserted, and the great butler Uliu, who walked through the palace and opened every door that passed, and then left satisfied, and for a time he felt that he was the monarch of this little kingdom.

A small movement came from the darkness of a corridor in the distance, and the sound was not loud at first, but because it was quiet all around, the sound seemed very loud.

Ulius stopped, and listened with a strange ear.

There was no other sound, and Uliuu wondered if he had heard it wrong, but he walked down the alley to see what was going on.

As a steward, Uliu has always prided himself on his duties.

But he had only taken a few steps when a door opened in the distance.

Sophia stood in the doorway in a large dressing gown, although her figure was much plumper than that of her peers, but this dressing gown was somewhat too wide, and it set off her like an enlarged rag doll.

Sophia beckoned to Uliu, then made a gesture with one hand flat and the other folded on top of it.

Seeing her like this, Uliu sighed in his heart, and then walked over helplessly.

But before entering Sophia's room, the Moors couldn't help but glance back at the corridor.

The door shut, and the hallway fell silent.

After a while, there was another sound in the dark shadows of the corridor, but this time it was quieter, and then a piece of marble against the wall in the corner of the corridor was gently removed, and then a pair of hands slowly stretched out of the dark gap.

The hands gently pushed the loose edge of the marble away, and a figure appeared in the hallway.

Ulliu sat helplessly behind a desk, with an inclined top in the living room, and Sophia was walking across from him, as if thinking about something.

After a moment she stopped and began to make a quick gesture.

Despite his desperation, Uliu tried to understand Sophia's meaning, but he soon found it difficult to understand her sometimes entirely self-created gesture language, but it was also difficult to keep up with her train of thought.

"Are you saying you want the master to come back soon?"

Uliu asked, but he was not idle, and he began to write love letters to Alexander in Sophia's place.

In fact, he has done this kind of thing more than once, after all, it is difficult to understand the mind of a girl who is in love, let alone a girl who is only 12 years old, their thoughts are sometimes unbelievable even for the wisest people, as for the fact that this girl can only express her heart by gestures, although it is also difficult to understand, it is easier to deal with in comparison.

Sophia seemed satisfied with Uliu's understanding, and walked over and patted Uliu's shoulder as if complimentingly, which made the Moors shudder.

"The master will castrate me." Uliu, who was almost scared from a little black face to a little white face, barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

Sophia waved her hand disapprovingly, and just as she was about to continue 'writing', there was a knock on the door.

Sophia, who was disturbed, frowned, she didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but after thinking about it for a while, she still walked to the door with some anger.

Outside the door, the masked man held his breath and stared at the door, the tip of his short sword trembling slightly, and he felt that time was passing so slowly.

The people in the room didn't seem to want to be disturbed, so only one slit was opened.

But for the Masked Man, that's enough!

With a thrust of his left hand, the door slammed open, revealing a beautiful face in front of him.

He was all too familiar with this face mask man, he had seen it many times!

Before the face could show a look of surprise, the short sword in the masked man's hand had already stabbed forward in an almost crazy way!

Bloodlight splatters, one hit!