Almighty Cultivation Supreme

The tax collector had been interrupted from his breakfast, and in fact he had already sensed something strange from the shaking of the ground before his men could report it.

However, he methodically drank the hot milk from the jar, and then cleaned up a little before slowly walking out of the house.

A line of soldiers had gathered in the clearing of the farm, their spears pointed forward obliquely, and the sharp axes and forks of the spears collided with each other, making a "clanging" sound from time to time, and the sound of the horses' hooves grew more and more dense.

The tax collector shook his head helplessly, he felt that it was really disappointing to bring out these people this time, which reminded him of the soldiers he had brought before, who were not only brave and good at fighting, but many of them had also participated in battles such as against the French, and those trials made them very elite troops.

It's a pity that some of those soldiers have returned home with the end of the war, and more have stayed with the duke, after all, it is a very critical moment for Frederick, as long as the half-crazy Ferdinand has no offspring for a day, Frederick has the opportunity to inherit the throne at any time, and the duke will certainly not let those elite troops stay away from his side at this time. 、

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves rushing into the farmstead, the distracted tax collector gathered his thoughts, and he needed to concentrate on what was about to happen.

The ground was knocked into smoke, and when a troop of horsemen appeared in front of the clearing, the tax collector descended the steps of the doorway and walked to the back of his own ranks.

He was so impressed by the Moorish shots last night that the tax collector realized that it was not a good thing to stand too visibly.

Then he saw Alexander on his horse through the gap between the swaying figures in front of him.

Alexander did not see the tax collector, and when he saw the dense formation of troops in the clearing, he raised his hand and signaled the cavalry to stop, and at the same time he was secretly strange.

A battle for the farmstead that he had thought might happen did not happen as he had hoped, and even when the Bohemians stormed the farmstead gates, he thought there would be an ambush like the night before, and Alexander was ready for a surprise attack, even though it was daylight.

But they rushed into the farm without any problems, and even until they came to the clearing, they met no resistance.

Until he saw Frederick's soldiers waiting in front of him.

"Bohemian." Although he was reluctant to admit it, the tax collector reluctantly chose to accept the fact that the cavalry who were outnumbered by the cavalry who were surrounding the farm from all sides of the farm to the open field.

Apparently, for unknown reasons, the troops sent by the Queen of Bohemia did go to the side of the Kosentsas.

And it seems that these Bohemian cavalry also listened to the command of the Sicilian named Alexander.

"Stop!" The tax collector shouted to the opposite side at the back of the procession, "You have now entered the territory of Duke Frederick, I am the tax collector of the duke, and I order you to stop in the name of the duke, otherwise it will be regarded as a challenge to the duke's authority." ”

Alexander slowly walked out of the group, running all the way left him a little out of breath, the hot air was inhaled into his mouth, smelling the faint smell of blood, Alexander also forced his emotions to calm down.

The Cosenza family was a Neapolitan vassal, which constrained the Cosentsa to oppose Frederick's tax collectors, which meant enmity with the Neapolitan crown.

The Cosencha family could not ignore Frederick, but Alexander did not need to care about that.

The tax collector, who had just stepped through the procession when he saw the Bohemians stop, had just raised his foot, when he suddenly heard a familiar and casual voice in the other procession: "And I, the messenger of Sicily, accept your challenge in the name of King Ferdinand." ”

After saying that, Alexander's already relaxed legs suddenly exerted force, and as his heels kicked the horse's belly, the neighing of the war horse because of the pain suddenly resounded in the clearing!

The tax collector instinctively stopped, he raised his head, looked through the gap in the figure in front of him, and when he saw Alexander's horse suddenly lower its neck, a thought flashed through his mind!

"Prepare for battle!" The tax collector had no idea that his voice was out of tune, and as he turned to squeeze through the gap between the two soldiers, he heard a frightened cry coming from the throat of one of them.

Then, the Bohemians, who had already stopped, suddenly raised their sabers in their hands and launched an attack on the soldiers who were surrounding the clearing!

Alexander didn't even have to deliberately pull the reins, and in the blink of an eye, several Bohemian horsemen had already crossed him, and in the waving of their sabers like the wind, the Bohemians who were at the front had already cut the spears that stood in his way, and even the men and horses crashed directly into Frederick's soldiers!

Immediately, the cavalry behind surged up like a wave that suddenly surged onto the reef, drowning Frederick's men in an instant.

With less than thirty men facing nearly a hundred Bohemian cavalry, Alexander did not feel that there was anything to brag about if he won the victory, and it was clear that the other side had given up on the preparation of relying on the farm from the outset.

In fact, when they stormed the farmstead without any hindrance, Alexander had already guessed the tax collector's intentions.

Obviously, it wasn't because he was stupid that he would have given up on the defenses that were supposed to be in his favor, but he knew very well that it would be useless.

Unlike the previous night, when the tax collectors had been attacked completely unprepared, no one would have believed that so many men could hold this completely undefended farmstead, and even Alexander himself admitted that such a battle was not fair to the tax collectors.

So the only thing the tax collector could count on was the scruples of the Cosenza people about Frederick as the royal family of Naples, and possibly even the future king.

Unfortunately, he was not facing the Kosencha family.

Jossa was not on the team, and Bellery was arranged by Alexander to stay with his sister.

There are no people from the Cosencha family in this team, so naturally they don't have any scruples!

Frederick's soldiers had collapsed almost instantaneously at the moment of the battle, they had not smelled blood for too long, and had even taught them a harsh lesson the night before.

Now faced with the Bohemians, known for their ferocity and cruelty, and fearless even in the war against the infidels, these Neapolitan soldiers completely lost the courage to fight when the first man was slashed to the ground by a terrible scimitar.

No one knew who was the first to turn and run away, and even by the time the tax collector was knocked down and just started rolling on the ground, most of his men had already run away.

Thanks to the already impenetrable fences around the farmstead, the Neapolitans didn't even need to climb it, and the instinct to flee for their lives allowed them to smash their bodies into the fence against the barbs of the branches that guarded against wild beasts, and then ran for their lives into the fields below the slopes of the farmstead.

Unfortunately, they were pursued by a troop of horsemen, and they were so outnumbered that almost every man had two or three or more behind them, like hunters chasing hares.

When the tax collector finally got up from the ground, he found that Alexander's war horse had stopped not far from him, and looking at the young man whom he had met more than once, the tax collector did not show panic, but exhaled slightly as if he had completed his duty, and then he dusted off the dust from his clothes, and raised his head to look at Alexander, who was looking at him.

"Now we can talk, can't we, Emissary?" The tax collector tried to keep himself standing as straight as possible, and from time to time there were Bohemian cavalry circling around him, and those people looked at him as if they were looking at a large bag of gold coins, which made the tax collector, who wanted to maintain his dignity as much as possible, move his body a little uncomfortably, "Messenger, I can't help but say that you have caused yourself a lot of trouble. ”

Alexander got off his horse, relieved by the steadiness of his legs on the ground, he was really not used to riding horses, and thinking that even Jisha could mock him in riding, Alexander secretly made up his mind to find an opportunity to learn horsemanship.

"Tax collector, I don't need you to remind me how much trouble I have caused and who I have provoked," Alexander said, walking up to the tax collector, "Do you really think that you can take Kosenza with a group of Bohemian mercenaries?" ”

The tax collector's eyes narrowed slightly, he looked to the side, and said in a tone that was so low that only the two of them could hear: "Listen, I don't know what you said about moving that bohemian, but you did provoke the wrong people, do you think the Sicilians will offend the Duke because of you, even if you flee back to Sicily now, as long as the Duke is willing to the Sicilians, they will hand you over, not to mention that the Duke will soon become king, and the only way for you to survive at that time is to wander and flee." ”

Alexander looked at the tax collector, and he could not help but admit that what the tax collector said was indeed true, according to common sense. No one would offend a high-ranking duke for a small person, let alone a duke who would soon be a king, and he himself was indeed a small person.

However, there are special times when things may not be like this.

"My lord, we have captured the captive," came a Bohemian leader, who was carrying a saber in one hand and a heavy cloth bag in the other, and judging by the noise that came from the bag as he walked, it must have come out of the kitchen or the pantry, "and we caught almost all of them, except for a few unlucky ones. ”

As he spoke, the bohemian put the cloth bag in his hand on the ground, and immediately a pile of large and small copper basins, copper plates, and some ceramic jars appeared from the mouth of the bag.

"According to the rules, you can choose your own share." The Bohemians laughed and said, "The captives will be exchanged for a ransom." ”

"It's all yours," Alexander didn't look at the ground, but still looked at the tax collector, "I wonder if the duke's tax collector will be worth a ransom." ”

"You're crazy," the tax collector's voice suddenly tensed, "are you going to get out of this, if you do, even if I'm finished, you'll be finished." And this will not hurt the Duke at all, God is partial to some people, but unfortunately not you! ”

"But it will still have some effect," Alexander smiled disapprovingly at the tax collector's words, "I wonder what Count Mordillo would do if he found out about everything?" Forget that he had just rejected the overture of Savonarola of Florence. ”

"Of course he does, but he won't be as stupid as you," the tax collector said sarcastically, "The Count knows it's a game played by the magnates, so he won't break the rules, so don't expect Modillo's support." ”

The tax collector looked at Alexander mockingly, and although he knew that he would lose, he did not think that he would lose nothing, and even put the Sicilian in a dilemma because of his victory.

"Maybe the Count will be like you say, but what would they think if Duke Frederick's attempt to annex the territory of Cosenza and the news of the Agri Plain made known to all the southern nobles?" Alexander looked at the tax collector whose face began to change when he heard his words, "Do you think that once everyone knows that the Duke is trying to seize Cosenza, Count Mordilo will be able to ignore it, and at that time, whether it is for the honor of Cosenza or the Count himself, what do you think he will do?" ”

"You're crazy, you're really crazy," the tax collector looked at Alexander in disbelief, "don't you know how stupid you are to threaten a future king like this, even the king of Aragon won't spare you, because you are also a descendant of the Aragon royal family like him." ”

"Then you don't need to bother," said Alexander, unconcerned, as he passed the tax collector, allowing the man to shout incessantly behind him, and was finally slammed to the ground by the Bohemian with the hilt of his sword.

"My lord, maybe that's right."

Ulliu, who had followed him into the cellar, whispered, seeing that Alexander did not show any displeasure, and continued: "I have heard that the Duke and your king were of the same grandfather or great-grandfather, and that you were an envoy of Sicily. ”

Alexander looked at Ulliu with a little surprise, he didn't expect that this Moorish man was quite familiar with the intricacies of these European royal families, and sometimes Alexander would be confused by the intertwined and even chaotic relationships of these royal families.

"You're right Uliu, but trust me, I'm not wrong this time." Alexander comforted Ulliu, seeing that the Moors were still preoccupied, Alexander could only shake his head helplessly, and continued to look at the storage rooms that had been ransacked twice overnight.

At this time, of course, Alexander could not tell Ulliu, and the reason why he dared to face Frederick's wrath was because he knew that Ferdinand, the king of Sicily, who was also a descendant of the royal family of Aragon with Frederick, had long coveted Naples.

From the time this Aragonese sent troops to help Naples drive out the French, the Aragonese generals found an excuse to take the opportunity to deprive the Neapolitan king Ferdinand of his command, and his distant cousin in Aragon did not punish his own generals at all, and in the eyes of the Aragonese people, the royal family of Naples had no dignity at all.

Touching a tumbling jar under his feet, and looking at the honey flowing on the ground, Alexander looked up and stepped forward.

"Let's wait," Alexander found a comfortable place to sit down and close his eyes, the fatigue of the previous night slowly crept over him at this moment, and then he seemed to know that Ulliu was looking at him suspiciously, so he explained vaguely, "Wait for Jisha to come." ”

After saying that, he slowly fell asleep.

It was in the evening that he had come to the farm, and as soon as he had entered the farm, he had been running around to check on her, but his face was getting more and more ugly.

When he saw the last storage room, which had long been empty, his suppressed anger finally exploded!

Bellery roared and knocked down a bohemian who happened to be stuffing cheese into his arms, and then, surrounded by a crowd of bohemians, grabbed a table and shook it violently!

When Josha arrived to drink, Boleyy had just knocked over a bohemian with a punch, looking at Berery's eyes were red, and the bohemians who had rushed around after hearing the news, Josha was silent and said, "I promised to take back the farm and pay you, and since you have fulfilled your promise, now I have fulfilled my promise." ”

Jisha looked at Alexander again and said, "From now on, everything on the farm is yours!" ”