Chapter 386: The Secret of the City Wall

Author: Poison Devil

"This is it, sir." Rollo leaned into his ear and said, and at the same time I saw the attendant leading the way motioning for everyone to find a place to hide.

Squatting behind a well in disrepair, I observed the nearby terrain, which was indeed an unobtrusive and excellent joint, only half the size of the main gate of the stone gate was built on a slightly raised platform with the steep terrain, and the zigzag folding uphill was winding and steep, which was not suitable for the deployment of troops at all, so the enemy did not deploy too many guards on this section of the wall, and there was not a cluster of torches on the head of the entire black hole.

The attendant who led the way took out the prepared flint, hid in the place where the wind lit a special small torch, and then stood on a high place and raised it above his head to draw a circle in a regular manner, and the blazing flames were particularly conspicuous in the night, outlining the bright yellow streamline.

"My lord, this is the Salvia di Gate built by Emperor Avitus, which used to be used by the officials of the Holy See to send the city to procure, and a few blocks to the right is the Tiber River, and to the left is the Vatican, and this small terrace is connected to St. Paul's Hill, where the Vatican is located, and the few lights you can see are the permanent lights of St. Peter's Church."

As he spoke, he extinguished the torch, and the dazzling fire was only a wisp of green smoke:

"The Porta Salvia di was abandoned after the fall of Rome, and the gate was completely blocked with stones and sand, so it lost its defensive value, and most of the troops who protected the Vatican were stationed in Castel Sant'Angelo......"

He was suddenly silenced, and listened in the direction of the city gate for a moment, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he continued: "The soldiers of the city of Rome have gathered around the Portay de la Porte to confront the army, and they never imagined that we would sneak into the city from the northwest corner, far away from the battlefield. ”

I listened patiently to his explanation, and finally pressed the hilt of my sword to ask a serious question: "Tell me, squire, why do you know Rome so well?" ”

He knew so much that one had to wonder about his identity, and I had never known anyone among my squires who knew Rome so well.

He may not have noticed the murderous intent looming between my words, and replied in 1510: "I am a Roman, my lord, I grew up in the slums not far from Salviadi Gate, and it is no exaggeration to say that my footprints are imprinted on every corner and even on the ground, and Rome is deeply embedded in my life." ”

"When did you follow me?"

"When you hadn't sacked Ravenna like the other conquerors, I decided you were the master I was going to follow, a true knight."

Tears seemed to glisten to the corners of his eyes: "So I came to Ravenna with the poor people who had defected to you, followed the returning army on a long journey over the snowy peaks of the Alps, and a year later joined the new guard through selection, and then transferred to the squire under the command of Lord Rollo, and usually lived with two other people in the room on the ground floor of Nijmegen Castle in charge of your chain mail. ”

"What's your name, squire?" I asked in the affirmative from Rollo's eyes.

"Barberini."

The attendant scratched his head embarrassedly: "Latin means little mouse, I don't have parents, this name was given by the companion who accompanied me to eat." ”

"Adult ......"

Bills interrupted our conversation, pointing to the fleeting light of the city walls: "Look there! ”

Barberini immediately recognized the signal of the joint: "It's them!" ”

"Great!" I was about to move excitedly, but Rollo immediately grabbed his shoulder to stop me.

"My lord, the truth is unknown, it's better to be cautious, you wait here, I will go with them to test and tempt first." He took a bundle of ropes and beckoned to his men, and ran after Barberini towards the city gates.

The rope dangling from the city wall looks like a crack cutting the rock from a distance in the night, and it sways and dances with the wind, making the two stone walls appear to be in a state of disappearing from the other.

Rollo and they went in for a long time, I and the few remaining people stuck to the wall waiting for news, the awakened moon found our mysterious whereabouts, and immediately came out of the cloud quilt, concentrated all the light to illuminate the corner where we were hiding, but unfortunately its good intentions were not forgiven, there was not even a single figure on the city wall, the moon was disappointed to re-cover the quilt, and continued to sleep angrily.

Rollo, why haven't they moved? I nervously looked up at the top of the rope, which was getting thinner and thinner and disappearing into the wall, connecting the unknown worlds inside and outside the wall.

There is a dog barking!

I immediately pricked up my ears to make a closer look, and the voice quickly dispersed, could it be that Luo Luo let people betray them? It's a trap!

I pulled the rope hard, feeling a strong resistance from the palm of my hand, and the end was indeed firmly bolted.

Didn't Barberini say that there was a slum near the city gates? Poor families will also raise dogs, to guard their impoverished and broken shacks, if necessary, a pot of steaming dog broth, and to help the owner survive the long cold winter of lack of food and clothing.

I smiled to soothe my nervous nerves, and I seemed to hear the crowd running in a messy way. Damn, old DeMar really betrayed me, it was a perfect ploy, pretending to send someone to contact us, and luring us to the bait, he would have wanted to catch a big fish like me, but old DeMar knew Rollo's position at my side, and his head would be on the spear tomorrow morning. Like the charcoal-grilled meatballs eaten in Modena, the painful expression is forever frozen, and Wangcai will definitely die sadly......

Having made up my mind, I grabbed the rope and was about to climb up, when suddenly a blurry face appeared at the end of it, and then the torches of others clearly reflected his face.

It's Rollo, he's fine! I waved at him excitedly, and Rollo tightened the rope and beckoned us to hurry up.

The walls of Rome, which have been expanded by successive rulers, have reached the height of five or six stories, and are the strongest fortresses in the entire Western world, protecting the city in its arms through the long years, and spreading the prestige of Rome to all corners of the known world through countless defeated people.

Until the Goths finally conquered it, Rome had been synonymous with never falling, the walls built from generation to generation, gradually getting younger from the bottom up, the stones at the bottom blended with the earth, the crevices were overgrown with shrubs and weeds, the tenacious rhizomes of these plants dug deep into the stones, drilling more cracks and powdered debris, giving us the fulcrum to climb our feet, but the higher we went, the less places we could tread, and we had to rely on the power of the rope to continue going, but Rollo caught my outstretched hand in time.

The moment my feet were on the top of the city, my little heart hanging in my throat was finally lowered, and Rollo held the extinguished torch and pointed to a dark shadow at the corner of the auxiliary staircase.

"They're there."

Who will be there? A few frightened Roman nobles, an ambushed enemy soldier, or simply a poisoned dagger waiting to cut my throat?

I looked at Rollo with a wistful look, and the latter made a foolproof gesture as if to say, "I'm here to promise you're okay, sir."

I walked slowly to the side staircase, Rollo followed with a few attendants, and at this moment Rome on the left side of the city wall was sleeping, only the Vatican and the aristocratic quarters were brightly lit, and the distant Portay de Portais was boiling from time to time.

"The enemy is building their counterweight trebuchet."

Rollo explained: "Lord Demar said that there were five or six of them, but there was a lack of ammunition, and the nobles were still debating whether to tear down a few ancient Roman temples to provide stone shells for trebuchets. ”

Rollo guided me to carefully avoid a slippery mossy staircase: "Let these indecisive old men continue to quarrel, even God can't handle them." ”

So DeMar is there? I looked into the hidden place with more confidence, the old nobleman who always wore a black wig, was a complete coward, cowardly and unassertive, but greedy like a fat pig with a disgruntled head, and of course, no other animal worthy of him in terms of size.

According to the old man himself, he was born in a wealthy family in Punicus, and the smuggling business on both sides of the Mediterranean Sea allowed the Demar family to save enough capital to squeeze into the Roman aristocratic circle, after all, gold coins are the only criterion for the status of the beam, especially in Rome, a city that is extremely drunk on gold.

However, the title bought cannot be exchanged for the respect of the old nobles, and the Demar family has not been able to truly gain the recognition of the upper circles for generations, but those proud nobles cannot do without him, or his family's wealth.

DeMar was no longer involved in the high-risk smuggling trade, he ran several large farms on the outskirts of Rome, providing the city with fresh vegetables, fruits and meat every day, and his merchant family made him quite sleek and sophisticated, sparing no effort to please every Roman conqueror, and some even joked:

Even if one day the Saracens become the masters of Rome, the fat pig Demar will give him gold coins and his cheap allegiance!

DeMar was the first nobleman in Rome to come close to me, and when I was a little baron, and for many years he had not ceased, and this kind of cautious flattery was very useful, whether he was rudder or opportunistic, so I immediately thought of sending someone to contact him, and I knew that he would agree, whether it was for the sake of outsiders to go to the empty manor or to leave a way for himself.

"God, is it really you, Lord Duke?"

Demar's shrill voice was like that of a castrated eunuch, and I always suspected that the fat stacked on his neck was pressing too his throat, so that his vocal cords could not make the sound that a normal person should have: "Oh God, this is crazy! ”

"It's worth it to go crazy for a trusted friend, don't you?" I took Demar's hand and walked into the shadows, and Rollo and they scattered to be on guard.

"Humble me, of course, is your friend, and old Demar has always prayed to God."

His over-agitated gestures nearly caused the wig to fall off, and in fact I never saw his fabled scabies brain.

"So those rumors are true, my lord?"

The rumors are true, because it can easily deceive people's trust, and then destroy an innocent person alive, and the rumors are all false, its story mostly comes from the witnesses of a certain event, through the form of word of mouth out of his mouth into your ears, constantly processed and added to the vinegar, so that the story becomes a bloated imagination complex, you can find any satisfying taste in the story, so the terrible words of people are eternal wisdom.

Before figuring out De Mar's position, I decided to play dumb for the time being, pretending to be stupid doesn't mean you're stupid, this is the method used by smart people to avoid problems and seek the truth, and the fiery rectum is certainly feared, but none of the rectums can withstand the attack of verbal swords.

"I don't understand what you mean, my old friend, please tell me the truth."

I couldn't make out Demar's peculiar blue-yellow pupils in the dark, but I knew that those typical Phoenician eyes were staring at him without squinting, like a money bag that he wouldn't let go.

"His Majesty the Pope! Lord Duke, since you regard me as a friend, please tell me the truth, I need to know the truth! ”

Demar's mouth spewed mixed smells, not unpleasant but by no means fragrant, and the fat man's favorite thing was to lie on the couch and let the plump maid feed him, fruits, vegetables, chickens, ducks, and fish, and his mouth half the size of his face was like a never-ending meat grinder, and the rich wine crushed and chewed the food, and swallowed it into his stomach, and then he would be sprayed with some secret perfume of oriental spices, mixed with the smell that spit on my face at the moment.

Businessmen who spy on secrets should be wary of the fact that when they hold the gold in one hand and the shirt of the politician in the other, the inflated ambition will devour all the rotten people who chase after the smell of fish, and the result will be doomed.

I took a deep breath of the cold air of the night, and looked carefully for old Demar's eyes: "I swear to God, friend, that the truth is not even the slightest bit like the rumors you have heard, it was an accident, but Nijmegen's hands are not stained with the sacred blood of St. Peter's heir, and His Majesty the Pope is called peacefully." ”

"Is that really the case, my lord? Although I am old and fat, and I have some problems with my eyes and ears, my brain is not rusty, and I keep cleaning my accounts and counting money every day to keep me awake...... Thinking about what you just said, even if I want to believe it, will other nobles believe it? Will the Vatican believe it? ”

Demar's deliberately suppressed strange scream echoed in his chest repeatedly, and it actually resonated with a buzzing resonance: "You lied to me that I would lose at most one friend, but you took everyone else for fools, and you will lose the entire empire!" ”

"Old Friends ......"

I pressed his fat trembling shoulders, and it took a lot of effort to stabilize the emotional fat man: "I could have found a scapegoat and put all the blame on him, why didn't I do that?" I know the power of rumors, but I will not give in, and the Pope has a personal entourage in the army outside the city, and they can testify for me, and I am even willing to swear by the Bible! If this does not convince you of the truth of a duke and knight, the bishops of Calabria who were sent by the Romans are also willing to stand up and state the facts! ”

"Wait!"

Demar grabbed my arm with his backhand, so hard that he almost crushed the fragile bones: "What did you say? The Bishop of Calabria is here? ”

"His Holiness Bishop Bendinique-Hartsivitas, a true Roman, has never told a lie to God."

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