I don't remember how many people I killed, because there is no point in counting them, and killing can inspire the most cowardly people to become the most ferocious beasts, mercilessly attacking their own kind, killing one and slaughtering two, and there is basically no difference between killing one.

The arms kept waving, from the smooth ironing at the beginning, gradually becoming sluggish, and the long sword slowly became heavy, but the mechanical movement continued.

One, two, three......

The dead corpses stared at their pupilless eyes, the bottomless black eye holes, like the gates to hell, numb and cold stimulated people's hairs to stand on end, they fell stiffly and stiffly, their limbs twisted and soaked in blood, like a cold dinner plate waiting to be cut.

Yes, the cold plate, a small battle at the gates of Rome that was insignificant, and indeed only served as a pre-dinner platter, but it had irreversible consequences.

The gates of San Pancrazio opened more smoothly than expected, and Barberini's torches flickered only slightly, while the gates slowly opened, and several warriors threw their torches on the ground to light our way, while others protected the two strong men who carried the winches of the gate against the constant onslaught of the enemy who were awakened and then moved.

"Quick, get into town!"

I carried my long sword like a slippery catfish into the crack of the door, and it was dark and dark in the hole of the city gate that I couldn't see how many people were hidden, but the fighting* from the other direction was very clear.

"Rush over, rush!" I beckoned to my soldiers.

The influx of people suddenly stopped, and Luka, who had a big waist and a round waist, was stuck in the middle of the gate gate that had not yet been fully opened, and this funny scene made people laugh dumbly.

"Luca, don't stuff it there like a dead pig, work hard!" I kicked his reddened head and shouted.

Feeling embarrassed, beads of sweat appeared on Luka's forehead, he must have thought that everyone was watching his jokes, and this rude giant also had times when he was embarrassed, and the torch thrown on the ground lit up Luka's brow, which was tangled in the exertion.

"Ahh

The giant roared, and even the iron gate gate made an irregular clicking sound, faintly showing signs of deformation, which showed the horror of Luca's power.

"Drink!"

He finally asked for the shackles of the cracks, rolled on the spot, and pounced directly on the crowd in the battle, crashing into several unprepared enemies along the way, and the warriors charged more and more bravely along the gap opened by Luka, and the battle went on to the point of white heat, the attackers galloped, and the defenders gritted their teeth and persevered.

I used my long sword to block the opponent's slash, and took off the two twisted weapons, the opponent was a tall young man, awkwardly wearing ill-fitting chain mail, the black beard had not been taken care of for a long time, and the teeth and claws grew indiscriminately, which added to his heroic spirit of not being angry and arrogant.

"He's a tough guy." I thought to myself taking a few steps back, watching for the other man's posture with his weapon.

Killing is a technical job, and killing a lot of people is definitely a physical job, especially after exhaustion, facing such a young opponent with a lot of energy.

I'm going to kill you like you're going to kill me, but I don't have the strength anymore, so waiting and defending are the strategies that should be adhered to, learning from the tiger that confronts the wild boar, lowering its body, slowing down, and watching its prey with all its might.

When he can't resist the charge, he shows his fragile throat, and raising his neck is a necessary step to show his sharp fangs, but it also gives the hunter a fatal momentary opportunity, attack and defense, strong and weak, life or death, often easy to reverse in a moment.

After testing his opponent, he decided to attack first, and his short sword stabbed straight at me, and the lightning and stone fire did not allow me to breathe.

"Ding!"

The crunch of metal meeting immediately turned into a terrible friction, and I took advantage of the length of the knight's sword to calmly respond, easily pulling a sword flower from my wrist and beckoning him along the blade of the sword.

An inch long and an inch strong, the short sword, despite its strength in speed and strength, sacrifices the all-important safety distance.

The other party hurriedly threw away the short sword, staggered back, and hurriedly looked for a weapon to defend himself while guarding against me, but unfortunately it was too late, he didn't notice the situation behind him, Barberini came out of nowhere and hugged his arm, and I accurately stabbed the long sword into the opponent's frightened and undulating heart.

"Poof!"

The sound of the blade sinking into the flesh and bones, like the movement of a watermelon being gnawed hard, he opened his mouth and gasped for breath, his body became soft, as if he had emptied his skin, and the signs of life were slipping away little by little, abandoning the complicated **.

"I haven't seen many enemies along the way, and the garrison in the direction of the Vatican doesn't seem to be very sufficient, so they may all retreat to Castel Sant'Angelo."

Barberini threw away the dead body, grabbed me and asked, "What are we going to do next, my lord?" ”

"The old way, set fire!"

I kicked the corpse at my feet, its owner had just been sent to hell by me.

"Draw the enemies over the Porte de Porta, or use the skyrocketing fire to remind them that the city has been broken, stop making unnecessary resistance, Rome is ours!"

This native Roman guy smiled gloomily, revealing a row of jagged scorched yellow teeth: "If you want to burn this noble house, they don't have many good people, God should have punished him a long time ago." ”

He paused, I read too much from the burning eyes of the fire, the most exciting one was called revenge, Barberini's life story hid a secret that no one knew, but I had no time to ask at the moment.

"There are many servants and slaves locked up in every house, and they must have fled for their lives in a panic when the fire is raging, and the atmosphere of terror will spread quickly to all corners of the city with the fleeing crowds, faster than anything else, fear is the devil who does not have long legs, and is the best at demagoguery......"

Barberini, who said these words, was more like a devil who eats people and does not spit out bones, he wants to use innocent lives to exaggerate and expand his own results, and I hypocritically want to shirk responsibility, and forget who is the culprit who brought about this killing.

"Do what you have to do."

I twisted my face to the side noncommittally, and actually acquiesced to his proposal: "I want to deal with all the stubborn enemies in the city before dawn, and then I can concentrate my forces to surround the Holy See's entrenched Castel Sant'Angelo, and quickly cut through the chaos, understand?" ”

"The Romans called it to break a knot in less time than to untie it."

Barberini shrugged, and as the battle at the gates drew to a close, the warriors walked among the corpses to search for the survivors, then slit the throats of the *men so that they would not continue to suffer.

The two teams of men and horses who performed their duties disappeared into different alleys, and the people who walked on the road started earlier, and in the blink of an eye, there was a noise of chickens, flying dogs, jumping people, and neighing, and the orange flames instantly devoured a large number of houses as far as the eye could see, and the cheering elves jumped around happily, shuttling through the eaves courtyard hand in hand, intertwined into a monstrous flame that was difficult to extinguish, and the fire light carried the rising hot air to illuminate half of the dark early morning, announcing the arrival of the people of Nijmegen.

The sound of the Portay Gate, like the tide crashing on the shore, swept over the city walls, and was now very audible, and all the cries of the charging army of Nijmegen were heard.

Another pair of knives and forks was activated,* with the beautiful cream lace of the cake, and I imagined the scene of the fierce battle there, and I thought of the pastry being dismantled under a few pairs of knives and forks, and Rome was mine, as Barberini had promised at the time.

Dawn came suddenly, and the sky was still indistinguishable from the horizon one second, and the next second it was bright with a faint morning light, but the sun did not rise, and it was busy steaming its own heat to rehearse in advance, dyeing the horizon a lovely red in turn.

The fires burned along the river, almost leveling the mansions in the wealthy areas on the right bank, and the smoke of gunpowder that had not dispersed for a long time was accompanied by sparks, dotted with the era of war and chaos.

Luca's broad back stood in front of me, and he clumsily moved the obstacles in his way, but inadvertently made himself the most eye-catching thing.

His arms were painted, his face was smeared with the blood of unknown people, the damaged chain mail was like a broken fishing net slanted on his body, his figure was so burly, it was not so easy to find a satisfactory piece of armor, so even if the chain mail was broken like that, he was reluctant to take it off.

Something is better than nothing, not to mention that for Luca, who was born in a poor ravine, having a set of armor of his own is definitely a blessing in life.

"Rome is too big for us to completely control, with occasional sporadic resistance."

A noble knight followed me, his clean outfit in stark contrast to Luca's, at least indicating that the beautiful rooster who cherished feathers had not been involved in last night's battle.

"But don't worry, Lord Duke, I promise it's only a trivial struggle, and it will be dealt with before noon."

"Knight!"

My eyes flashed directly over his flattered expression, and I looked at the soldiers who were collecting the corpses not far away: "I'm not concerned about this, I'm more interested in what you did last night......

Pupils constricted, that's right, you're hesitating, brain cells weaving a perfect excuse at the speed of light.

"Shh

I made a silencing gesture: "Of course I understand the argument you have to justify, and the next time I see you want the armor to be stained with exciting scarlet blood, whether it's your own or some unlucky one, knights are born to fight, huh?" ”

He swallowed in embarrassment: "Perhaps I can weed out the uncooperative Roman nobles, empty their savings, vacate their large mansions, and reward our warriors with intoxicating wine and gluttonous feasts, and if they want to have some fun, the brothels in the city will be happy to help." ”

"Then do it, knight."

People like you will always move faster than your fingers: "But only after the flag of Nijmegen is planted in Castel Sant'Angelo......"

As the knight said, he carried out his task perfectly, and sorted out the nobles in the city of Rome one by one, killing those who should be killed, and catching those who should be caught, although it made the chickens and dogs jump for a while, and the hearts of the people were panicked, but it had a good deterrent effect, and it only took me less than a day to help me control the whole city.

The knight has a typical Flemish name, Ispi, strictly speaking, he belongs to Serena's dowry, and is a knight who swore to protect the princess for life when he was canonized, and must fulfill his promise without complaint throughout his life, and follow the princess up the sword mountain and down the sea of fire.

His affiliation is more complicated, he does not belong to the sequence of knights in Nijmegen, I have no right to transfer on weekdays, and I have to give him a fief to ensure the daily support of a knight, which makes me always feel that I have spent money in vain to support the uncle.

In fact, the reputation of the Guardian Knights is indeed not good, and they are nicknamed Velvet Knights by those who are not used to seeing them relying on women for food, and they are all masters of upside down, playing with the wind and moon, and soft eggs who are cowardly in battle, which can be seen from Ispi's spotless and clean armor.

"Do you know, my lord, the nobility of Rome was extravagant?"

"The bottom of the wheat piled up in their cellar is even moldy, and new wheat is still piled on top ......"

The Romans did possess too much of the city, God favored the city too much, and His Majesty Otto, in order to gain the support of the nobles and townspeople, also turned a blind eye to their greed, so that it gradually became a tail-end, and it was time for these fat-brained bastards to understand gratitude.

"I don't care how much wheat or wine you capture, I only care who is involved in the rebellion and who supplies the rebels. Neither direct nor indirect homicide is unforgivable. I'd rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go, let it go, and I'll support you. ”

Ispi frowned suspiciously, there was actually something in the core of this brightly looking embroidered pillow.

"I don't understand, sir."

He shook his head gently and asked, "Isn't your goal to control the Vatican and Rome for a long time?" The punishment necessary for the first time is due, but large-scale purges and killings bring hatred, and it is like planting the seeds of ugliness, which can only grow into demonic poisonous flowers in the end! ”

"Demon Ye's poisonous flower? Of course it will grow. Because the quality of the seeds themselves is not good. ”

I fiddled with my fingers: "That's why we need to eradicate the original bad seeds, re-plow the land, and plant good seeds, and you are the hoe that ploughs the land, the deeper you dig, the more conducive it is to the growth of new seeds, understand?" Knight? I want to build a new Rome, instead of blindly accommodating like the emperors, and ending up with the bitter end of often driving citizens out of the city casually, and the Romans should know what obedience is. ”

"But killing all the uncooperative nobles and clergy will not necessarily cultivate a force loyal to Nijmegen, with all due respect, Lord Duke, where are you going to find so many people to fill the remaining vacant seats?"

A turnip, a pit, simple and practical logic, ://bqg3