The drought, the drought that goes on forever, and even a rare storm that had fallen yesterday at the time of Alphonse's speech could not make the drought in this predominantly desert region any less, not even a little cooler in the desert.

Everyone felt as if there was fire burning in their throats, and their voices were hoarse.

Even though the sun overhead had felt that it was extremely hot in the past, at this moment in the desert it was even more particularly aware of its blazing power to the earth, and the entire desert seemed to be burning with an invisible flame.

The yellow sand is not as attractive as the same yellow gold, but as hot as a calcined piece of iron that has not yet cooled. Even if they were wearing iron boots on their feet, they couldn't stand the sand baking, and their toes had long been numb and unconscious due to excessive heat.

If before the desert was a symbol of strength and money, now it is only a symbol of fatigue and fatigue, and most of the heavy infantry take off their heavy armor and hang on their spears to resist the advance on their shoulders.

Aimo took off his armor for the attendant next to him to hold, gulping down the precious water in the water bladder, this damn drought, even the brave with great willpower could not maintain his heroic posture under the test of the desert.

"Your Excellency, I think we should let the army stop and drink a little water. Then the nobleman beside him said to Count Aimo.

Aimo looked up at the sky, felt the scorching heat from the sky, and shook his hand, signaling that he didn't need to.

"Yes. The nobleman replied, somewhat puzzled. He didn't know that Aymor was going to ambush Alphonse tonight. The reason why the soldiers were not allowed to drink water was so that these soldiers did not have the strength to fight with their swords when they attacked the camp tonight, so that he could succeed lightly. If people are fighting like crazy, that's what bothers Elmo. It's just that it's just a little baked by the scorching sun and it's still bearable.

But when he remembered Alphonse's excellent speech yesterday, Aimo's heart didn't know why it was trembling, and he felt as if there was a conspiracy waiting for him.

Shaking his head, Aimo dispelled the sense of foreboding in his heart and continued to urge the army forward.

"Damn, it's too hot......" Shabak took off his locks and opened his robes, sagging them on his horse.

"Where's your water?" asked Vicos, who heard his complaints.

Shabak took out his shriveled hydration bag and flung it in mid-air. Indicates that the water inside has been drunk.

"Well, it's damn weather!" Vicos couldn't do anything, and the water he had prepared had already been drunk by himself. But he was not in a hurry, because he had asked Benis if he could exchange the divine currency for the matter on the main plane, and the answer was yes. It just so happened that the coins that Vicos had obtained during Alphons' speech had not yet been consumed, and he believed that these coins would be able to help him at a critical moment, and sure enough, the dry weather gave the coins a role.

"Why hasn't water been distributed yet?"

"I'm dying of thirst. ”

"When will you get to the water source?"

Most of the noisy voices in the army were complaints about the lack of water to drink, but the men leading the troops turned a deaf ear to these complaints.

At such a moment when the army is already exhausted. The best way to do this is to distribute the water that the army has prepared and to rest the soldiers. If the soldiers have no strength when the enemy attacks, it will be a catastrophe, and even if there is no enemy attack. Drought alone can kill hungry travelers in the desert.

But neither Evra nor Riga, two people with a wealth of experience in leading troops in the desert, didn't seem to know about it, and they didn't care about the taboo of marching tiredly, so what were the two of them thinking?

However, the two chief masters still take care of the members of their own knights. Both the Knights of the Templar and the Knights of John had their own independent logistics teams, as well as their own independent water supply. It ensured that even if there was not enough water in the army, it would not make its members thirsty.

Knights of the Templar. There are four main parts: knights, non-commissioned officers, farmers, and priests. The Knights were heavily armed cavalry and the core of the Templar Order, and only they had the right to wear white robes embroidered with a red cross, which symbolized the Templar Order. Non-commissioned officers are light cavalry, a lower rank than knights. Together, the non-commissioned officers and knights constituted the military force of the Knights Templar. In the Order, the peasant is not a farmer who cultivates the land, but a member of the Order's property. The priest is a spiritual supporter of the Order, helping the other members of the Order spiritually.

At this moment, the chief of the Knights Templar was riding a horse, his whole body wet, and his clothes were clinging to his body under the adhesion of sweat.

Evra shielded himself from the sun with his hands, "Give water to the knights and non-commissioned officers, with our own water, but don't stop to rest." Evra said to the assistant behind him.

"Yes, Captain. The assistant on the horse nodded slightly, turned the horse's head and ran behind him.

(Tonight, it seems...... Evra looked up at the sun in the middle of the canopy, estimating when the sun would set and the stars would rise.

Aimo felt as if white smoke rose from the desert sand under the sun, like a thick mist enveloping the marching army. He slapped his face with his hand in some prostration, interrupting his somewhat trance-like fantasies.

"My lord, they're ready. At this moment, Aimo's retinue came from behind him on a fast horse, turned over, and whispered to Aimo, who was slowly riding forward.

"Great, I finally don't have to put up with this damn desert!" After hearing the words of the attendant, Aimo's originally somewhat distracted eyes burst into essence, and he clenched his fist fiercely.

I just don't know, what does the "desert" refer to in his mouth?

"Your Majesty, the time is tonight. Sebas rode alongside Alphonse on a black steed, and as for Illa Magician, he had long since been left far behind in the middle of the group. And not because of the scorching sun. On the contrary, the scorching heat was able to make his magic more powerful, but because his riding skills were not very skilled.

"Tonight?. Alphonse said in a flat, but slightly frenzied tone.

"Since you want to fight. Then he came to sacrifice his life like a man. Alphonse rolled his lips and uttered the words of Bohemond I, Count of Taranto, before looking at Sebas to the side.

"Got it. 陛xià......"

Night and day in the desert are two extremes, one is extremely hot and the other is extremely cold.

The soldiers were drenched in sweat after a day of running in the desert under the scorching sun, and there was little time to rest during the day, so the soldiers were exhausted, and after drinking the water that Aimo had just distributed, they could not bear the sleepiness from their souls. Everyone seemed to have forgotten the purpose of their expedition, and only set up their tents as fast as they could.

Exertion is the best way for humans to fall asleep.

"Ah......h Half-drooping on the shaft of the spear, he stood weakly. The upper and lower eyelids couldn't stop fighting, as if they were about to fall asleep together.

Although he had just drunk the precious and pitiful water sent by Count Aimo, only half a bladder of water was not enough to quench his thirst, and even if it could temporarily relieve the need for thirst, after a while the strong feeling of burning in his throat came more violently. The half-sac of water not only did not solve the problem, but only aroused the craving worm in his throat that longed for water. He felt that it was a great miracle that he hadn't died of dehydration today, and he was sure that if there was an enemy in front of him at his thirstiest, it would be a question of whether he would be able to fight.

"Damn, how could there be an enemy attack in such a hellish place?" the sentry complained by moonlight as he looked at the yellow sand and complained to a man beside him who was also unlucky enough to be on duty tonight.

"Isn't it? If I had been given a pillow now, I would have fallen asleep in no time. The other sentry said with an indignant expression. He was also very dissatisfied with the fact that he was sent on night duty tonight, and night duty in the desert was not an easy job.

Because the specific heat of sand is small, it absorbs heat quickly, and it releases heat quickly. In addition, it is in the desert, the climate is dry and cloudless, and the sun is scorching, so the temperature can rise to very high. You can blanch the eggs. But at night, the heat in the sand is quickly released. In addition, there are no clouds in the sky (clouds can reflect the temperature released by the ground to maintain the temperature of the ground), so the temperature drops rapidly at night, and it is very cold. If this sentry really slept in the desert without doing any heating......

"......Snort" as if in response to what the two sentinels said. A few arrows suddenly flew from afar. The "snort" sound caused by the arrow feather piercing the air disappeared after a brief appearance.

Instead, there were three sounds of arrows hitting the flesh, "poof, poof!".

"Ding ......" two of the arrows were inserted straight into the skulls of the two sentinels, and because the arrows were stuck in the heads, the reaction force caused the tail feathers to make a trembling sound.

"There's a enemy attack...... "The sentry, who was still complaining just a moment ago, felt a chill on his head, and then it seemed as if a hot liquid was flowing out of his head, blurring his eyes and making it impossible for him to see what was happening in front of him. By this time he had known about the enemy's night attack, but unfortunately he never had the opportunity to report to the camp again.

"Quick ......" three people covered with the veil peculiar to the oriental people in the desert are half-squatting on the ground with bows and arrows in their hands. There was no doubt that the three of them were the owners of the three arrows they had just fired, and they were really archers, but at this moment they were waving backwards, signaling that they had taken out the sentry.

Behind the three men, several piles of sand suddenly moved, and several figures suddenly sprang out of them. There were more than thirty masked people in total, and they were certainly accomplices of these three people.

Each of the thirty or so men had a scimitar pinned to his waist and a small round shield tied to his arm. The explosive muscles in their bodies couldn't help but speak outwardly about their fierce force. However, it is really bold to dare to attack the camp with these few people, but is it really that simple?

"Click, click. The footsteps of these dozens of men were deeply embedded in the sand, and they were hunched over their waists, staring warily ahead. At the slightest movement, it will stop moving, and then slowly lie on the ground. Combine yourself and the sand with the night. It has a good concealment effect.

These more than 30 people stepped forward and quietly sneaked for more than 200 meters, which was very lucky. They didn't come across a single sentry. Perhaps this qiē was deliberately done by Aimo.

In order to make this assassination plan successful, Aimo can be described as painstaking. Even the layout of the camp had been drawn on paper and handed over to the group. At this point, as long as they continued walking, they would be able to reach the nearest place to the tent in Rialphonse.

After only two hundred meters of sneaking, a large area of the camp was revealed in front of them, but they did not continue to move forward, but lay on the ground, looking at a unique camp.

At the top of that tent was a crown. And as if he was afraid that others would not know, he deliberately built the camp tent extremely luxurious.

This is the goal of their trip, King of Colesman, Alphonse V!

Alphonse's tent was not in the middle of the camp, but in the northeast corner of the camp, only five hundred meters from where the group was, and it only took them a few minutes to reach their goal.

However, if the whereabouts of these thirty people are discovered, the more than 20,000 soldiers are not vegetarians. It is very likely that the more than 30 of them have gone and never returned.

But of course, the people who attacked this night were not just the thirty or so of them, they were just daggers. And the dagger always appeared later than the sword, and the sword had not yet appeared, and the dagger had to be hidden first.

"Sebas, what do you think the outcome of this farce will make Aimo's expression look like?" Alphonse gently held up a drink called "tea" that was said to be from the Far East.

"My majesty. You're really funny. Sebas stood aside and smiled slightly.

"I'm a king, how can you say that a king has a bad taste?" Alphonse said in his tone, with no blame in it. He has long been accustomed to Sebas's words when no one is around. "Hmm...... This thing called tea, it smells a little weird......" Alphonse put the tea in the cup to his nose and sniffed. Then he frowned.

"Majesty, this is said to be drunk after drinking. It has a refreshing effect. Sebas remembered what a merchant from the East had said about the tea he had sold. However, the merchant at that time did not seem to be from the origin of the tea, but a transit dealer.

"Goo...... Grunt...... Alphonse gulped down the cup of tea, then looked at Sebas with a strange expression.

"It's a bitter ......"

"No, Your Majesty. This is a small sip ......."

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The two men, who already knew that they were going to be assassinated tonight, did not feel any nervous at all, but instead made some cold jokes here. In the vast yellow desert, the dry and dead trees stand weakly on the sand. Even in the endless darkness of the night, people can still hear the wind whistling from afar. Are there stars in the sky? No, the yellow sand has eroded the night sky.

It was here that the expeditionary army of Colesmang was stationed, in this desert. Even the forbidden zone of life cannot stop a life's desire for power.

Because it was late at night, the whole camp fell silent, and there was no noise of people and horses during the day, only the conversation between the patrolmen who came out with torches could bring a trace of noise.

But now, this quiet camp has welcomed two teams of uninvited guests.

"Huhu...... The wind ...... swirled in the desert, and a whirlwind of yellow sand was rolled up on a sand dune not far from the camp. Spin up, take off, and then hit the sand hard.

From behind the sand dunes of the "Trampling ......" there were bursts of hurried horses' hooves from far and near, and judging from the noise alone, the number of this group of people would not be less than two hundred horsemen.

......The roaring sound of the wind drowned out the sound of horses' hooves, which represented the sound of war killing, and groups of cavalrymen wearing robes and turbans to resist the wind and sand slowly climbed the small sand dune.

The horse's hooves sink deep into the soft sand, and the moment the horse's hooves are raised, the yellow sand slowly flows down from the horse's hooves, making a rustling sound.

From this sand dune, you can see the camp below unmistakably, making it an excellent vantage point. But this was during the day, but now it was a night when the wind was howling. The flying yellow sand obscured the view, and ordinary people could only discern the direction of the camp by the torches of the patrolmen in the camp.

"Coo-......" the leading cavalry lifted the wine bag and put it to his lips. He took a hard sip and passed it to one person behind him.

The sound of "cooing ......" rang out throughout the team. Each of them held the reins in one hand and put the sac to their lips with the other, and drank violently.

Because they all know that this may be the last time they will drink in their lives. Maybe you will never be able to drink this wonderful drink again, and who knows if it is true or false in the ethereal heaven? Even the kindest and most perfect person will repent of the sins of his life before he dies.

"Warriors!" the cavalryman at the front, who seemed to be the leader, turned around as soon as he pulled the reins and held his wine bag high in the air.

"Although not necessarily one or two of the ten of us who survived this attack after this attack, or all of us died here. The leader put the sac to his mouth again. "But we must remember that if we do not sacrifice at this time, then it will be our family, our brothers, our children, and if we retreat, not only will we die, but our families will also suffer. Although our future is long and our situation is difficult, we must do our best to put an end to the endless evil brought by this group of infidels and bring peace to our homeland!"

"Bang!" the leader threw the wine bag to the ground. He pulled out the scimitar at his waist and said, "Come with me!!"

Such simple words could silence the group of men from the desert, urging the reins to rush towards the camp. Even if it is death, is there anything to be afraid of compared to one's own beliefs?

A group ........................of dark shadows suddenly appeared on the sand dunes, and they rushed forward in a disorderly manner. Billowing yellow sand rose behind them. A tragic aura emanated from this group of people, this is the belief of the living dead!

"Shabak?!" Vikos, who had been asleep, heard something strange around him. I opened my eyes dimly, trying to see where the sound was. But he saw Shabak putting on his armor at the door of the tent. There was a great sword beside him.

"I'm just a little distracted. Shabak said in a hoarse voice, still wearing his armor.

"Don't worry, even if you ......" Vicos jerked out of the covers, opened his mouth slightly, and stopped talking.

He heard the metallic sound of the sudden collision of soldiers from the camp, the sound etched in his soul, which made him reflexively stand up.

"I think you're right, your instincts are right. Vicos ran to the corner of the package where the weapon was hidden.

"Kill!" didn't have too many words, and each attacker used the most concise words to dispel the fear of death in his heart.

They are all warriors, and although they know that they are going to be in a situation where they have no return, they are also fearless, and if they have anything, they are also afraid of the consequences of not achieving the purpose of their trip.

"Damn......" A swearing soldier who had just stepped out of his tent wanted to see why it was so noisy outside, but his head was cut off by a scimitar that suddenly appeared.

"Whew!" the moon-like scimitar slashed through a soldier's chest, spurting blood all over the assailant's trench coat.

"......Assassins" continued to see soldiers emerging from tents with weapons in their hands, and attackers were constantly being picked off their horses. The tip of the spear pierced the trench coat with a sharp lift, piercing the body of the attacker, and blood gushed out and soaked the ground.

Even though he had been picked off his horse and had a wound pierced through his body, the attacker did not fall to the ground like a wild dog and gasp for breath, but stood up and slashed at the enemy beside him with his scimitar in his hand.

"Burn, burn them!" one of the attackers pulled out a torch from nowhere, threw it into the tent.

The ......tent was lit by torches and burst into flames, illuminating the surrounding scenery.

On the sand dunes on the other side of the camp, more than thirty other assailants slowly rose from the ground and watched the flames burning in the camp.

"It's our turn...... "More than thirty people sneaked up the sand dunes briskly, towards their goal, Alphonse's tent.

That's right, these two groups were the same group of attackers, and the more than 200 cavalry of Tong Guò attacked the camp at night to attract attention, and the chaos created by Tong Guò allowed these 30 or so people to sneak into the camp with a certain fish in mixed water.

The goal of these thirty or so people is to enter Alphonse's tent and kill Alphonse.

It was so simple that it couldn't have been easier to plan a night raid, and if it was to be said to be difficult, the only thing that was rare was how to order these pagan raiders to go to the camp at night.

However, Aimo had already negotiated with a Khairifan (nobleman) in the desert, as long as that Khairefan could assassinate Alphonse and let him ascend to the throne, then Aymor would not only make the principality stop plotting against the divided Ikzar Dynasty, but also covertly finance the military and civilian supplies of that Khairifan.

In the face of individual interests, the interests of the group and the state are as fragile as a blank sheet of paper.

In fact, Aimo's funding for his materials also has his purpose. If the attack is successful and Aimo becomes Grand Duke, he will need to be tasked with reorganizing the country. The chaotic domestic situation makes him unable to plot against foreign countries in a short period of time, and even has to guard against attacks from foreign countries, so he needs a hidden force that can resist foreign countries in his place to resist the pressure from other countries.

There is no doubt that this Hailifan is an excellent candidate.

In the same way, if this Hailifan wants to unify Ikzar, he also needs a sufficiently stable rear and sufficient material support to fulfill his desires, and the sudden appearance of Aimoti yì also made his eyes shine.

In this way, under the plot of two wolf bèi traitors, a conspiracy unfolds. Of course, there are more than these two people who are involved in this conspiracy and those who know about it, such as some big names in the principality, who are more or less involved.

But will this qiē really go the way they think? (To be continued......