"Go...... Help me bring ...... Camelot Legends. Charles VIII stammered hoarsely, his hands twitching nervously, staring out expressionlessly, but there was a strange sparkle in his eyes.

"Yes, my majesty!" The guard bowed to Charles VIII and turned to walk towards the bookshelf.

Charles VIII was short, thin, with a large head on his small neck and a big red nose in front of it, which looked very funny and ridiculous. But he longed for heroic legends, and loved the legends of knights and rangers, such as Camelot Legend. Melore's Spiritualist Story, etc.

"Your Majesty, the book is here!" The guard's upright figure was slightly arched, and he held the book in both hands, and respectfully presented it to the king, Charles VIII.

Charles VIII's eyes suddenly shone with dazzling brilliance, and his hands twitched from time to time quickly snatched the book from the hands of the guards, and eagerly flipped through it, and the whole person was immersed in the legendary world, imagining that he was the legendary hero in it, revered by all people—truly revered from the heart.

Although Charles VIII was on the throne, his education was so limited that he did not speak Latin, a language used to speak on high occasions. In addition, Charles VIII was not even very good at writing, and it was very difficult to sign his name successfully. It is precisely for these reasons that Charles VIII has a deeply hidden inferiority complex in his heart. Extreme inferiority leads to extreme self-esteem, and he is very eager to have extremely high historical merits to prove himself, so that he can be respected by others truly and from the heart, so Charles VIII likes to read all kinds of heroic legends and stories, and often imagines himself as the hero in it, and in the process, he will get great satisfaction. In reality, after he succeeded to the throne, Charles VIII was very eager to become a hero for all ages, Roland or Charlemagne, a great hero who could wreak havoc on the infidels and restore the Holy Land.

In his spare time, Charles VIII would read many heroic tales, and he often bound himself to the principles of a legendary hero. Since inheriting the throne, Charles VIII has made great efforts to make the country more powerful. He had high hopes for the army and worked hard to make it stronger, and the annual military expenditure was a huge expense.

The guards watched as the king quietly read the book, and slowly retreated, standing outside and whispering to the other guard.

"Look, our king really seems to be very ambitious, and often reads all kinds of legends, it seems that he wants to create some great achievements so that he can leave a great name in history." Reed, the guard holding the book, whispered to the guard next to him.

"It's possible, and the king is very concerned about us Janissaries, often come to see us practice, and often ask our leaders all kinds of questions, you say that the king cares so much about our combat effectiveness, is it that we are about to have a chance to go out to fight?" The guard next to him, Monsa, responded.

"If you really have the opportunity to go out to fight, it's really good, you nest here every day, there is no chance to make a career at all, you rely on your qualifications to get promoted, and you don't know when it will be the end."

"In the past few days, I have often seen the king say something in his mind, and he has been looking at the map all day long, as if he is studying which country can become a stepping stone for him to establish meritorious deeds, and do you think there will be any unlucky ghost who is remembered by the king."

"God forbid, we can only pray that our king will not be defeated so soon." Reed said with a wicked grin.

Why are these two guards so confident? In fact, there is a bit of truth in self-confidence. After these years of development, the French ** team has a new mental outlook, and the combat effectiveness has risen sharply, and the training of the French army is very strict and hard, it can be said that it is the most rigorous training in the entire Western European continent, the most hard, and the most scientific country, the two guards clearly know that the great changes in their combat effectiveness before and after joining the Janissaries have been perfected in the skills of the army to cooperate with the enemy, so they have their eagerness to try and self-confidence.

Since the collapse of the Roman Empire, various kingdoms have been born on the European continent, and many of the kings of these kingdoms are related to each other, but after such a long time, the previous blood ties have become very weak, and the blood ties have become more and more weak, and there will be friction and wars between the kingdoms from time to time.

After reading the book, Charles VIII collected his excitement, his hands twitched nervously, and he opened his mouth and ordered: "Come on, put the book back and take out the base map." ”

"Yes!" Reed replied loudly at the door, twisted his straight body, strode straight towards Charles VIII, respectfully reached out to take the book, took it back and put it away, and then quickly showed Charles VIII the map that had been neatly arranged before.

The sky was dark and dark, but the study was brightly lit, and on the desk with a red blanket, Charles VIII spread out the map with a "whoosh".

This is a map that mainly records the administrative areas of Western European countries, and there are various dense markings on it, some of which are self-contained, and some of which are noted by Charles VIII himself while looking at them. His eyes were blazing as he stared at the kingdoms on the map, thinking about things from time to time, and then he began to make comparisons again, as if the map was not a map, but a delicious cake, and he was thinking about where to start with a knife and fork, so that he could take a bite of the big cake.

Suddenly, Charles VIII's eyes flickered with fear as he looked at the eastern part of Europe, the Ottoman Empire, on the map.

Since the development of the Ottoman Empire in the 14th century, it has begun to invade Europe, and it has not stopped conquering to this day. The Ottomans were highly disciplined and combat-ready, and were almost invincible on the battlefields of Europe, and few kingdoms could stop its aggression. The once powerful Eastern Roman Empire fell at the hands of the Ottoman Empire, which also made European countries both hate and fear the Ottomans.

"These damned infidels! Someday I will give you a taste of the means of my Charles VIII. Charles VIII cursed through gritted teeth. If you want to be a hero for all eternity and be admired by all the people, then driving these Ottoman barbarians and heretics back to their hometown is undoubtedly a very good breakthrough. As long as the Ottoman Empire can be defeated, those barbarians can be driven back to their homeland, and the Holy Land can be restored, then Charles VIII's position in Europe will be unparalleled for a while, and he will become a real epic hero comparable to those great people.

"Sooner or later, you barbarians will be driven home! But before that, I have to expand my strength first, so as not to be trampled by others as soon as I go up. Charles VIII thought with his head tilted sideways with a gloomy face. My family knows about my own family, don't think that the army is very strong now, but compared to a behemoth like the Ottoman Empire, then this is a mosquito leg compared to an elephant. The Ottoman Empire is a huge empire that is rampant on the battlefield in Europe, and its strength is feared by the whole of Europe. The persimmon picks a soft pinch, and if you want to fight against such a powerful enemy, you must first fatten yourself before you can defeat it.

Charles VIII's eyes rolled and he turned his gaze to the west of the map—Italy.

Italy had lost its former glory, it was economically prosperous and rich, but then it was divided into several kingdoms, and often hired foreign mercenaries or sought royal power to fight and fight between kingdoms. Such a country, in the eyes of Charles VIII, is the most delicious mouthful of fat cake, and Charles VIII has long coveted it.

"How can I find an excuse to put my hand in Italy?" Charles VIII tilted his head again, his face showed a thoughtful look, and there was a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile, but he would feel cold on his back when he saw it.

"Looks like our king is having a bad idea again!" Reed stood by and looked at Charles VIII's smiling expression, shook smartly, and thought to himself: "I remember that last time the chief didn't know what to say to the king, which made the king furious, and scolded the leader with a face, so frightened that the leader immediately knelt down, and lowered his head and did not dare to look at the king. Then the king showed this look of smiling rather than smiling, and a playful look appeared in his eyes, as if he had thought of something amusement. The next day, I heard that the matter of the leader hiding in the golden house outside was known to the tigress at home, and when the leader came, he also saw a huge purple patch on the leader's ear. Reed felt like he had been electrocuted, his body straightened, and he prayed in his heart: "Which unlucky guy is remembered by the king again, hurry up and ask for more blessings!"

Charles VIII's eyes were staring at Italy, his eyes were turning around in the Italian states, as if he was looking at some peerless beauty who was stripped naked, and all kinds of bad ideas popped up in his head, and they were pressed down, and his head hurt a little when he thought about it.

After thinking for a while, Charles VIII slowly closed his eyes, stretched out his hand and pressed his eyes, his hand trembled nervously again, and said to Reed: "Put away the map and put it away." ”

Reed saw that the king's expression had returned to normal, so he relieved his nervousness, and just packed up his mood, and after listening to the king's instructions, he straightened up, saluted the king, and said respectfully: "Yes, my honorable majesty." Then he picked up the map, carefully put it back on the shelf, and turned and walked out of the doorway to stand guard.

Reed had just stood at the door, when suddenly the king's voice came from inside: "Reed, you and Monsa get ready, I'm going to the barracks." ”