Chapter 622 Assassination
The rising sun hangs slantingly in the blue sky, like an erupting fireball, emitting dazzling light and mercilessly scorching the land.
The air began to become a little muggy, but at this time the fog was thicker, and the distance as far as the eye could see was no more than a hundred steps. Occasionally, a frightened bird flew by and stood cautiously on top of the row of raised flags in front of the formation. After a short stay, it fluttered its flexible wings and flew to the south accompanied by a sweet song. They will spend this long winter there, and then return home when everything recovers and the rivers thaw. "Stop! Sir~"
In the blink of an eye, the Lombard peace envoy Roman and his three attendants had arrived less than thirty steps away from the central army of the Guards.
Perhaps the fog was too thick, accompanied by the morning breeze intermittently, and the line of sight was blocked. Only the part above the horse's hooves was vaguely visible. In short, the four people looked like demons from hell, and they appeared in front of everyone before they knew it.
Roman lightly lifted the reins and stopped steadily in place. Through the mist, Flanders' entire face clearly appeared in front of him - the scar on the face of the Marquis in his early thirties was still obvious, and his skin was slightly dark and rough. His short black hair was covered with white stubble. The face is serious, the expression is dignified, and the deep eyes have the power to reach people's hearts. The fine chainmail worn on him looked powerful, and the large dark robe and the dark but lustrous long sword in his hand all told the world that he had experienced hundreds of battles. Coupled with the tall brown war horse covered with iron, it is like the return of the God of War.
Roman stared in his heart, wiped the cold sweat from his palms, coughed twice, but did not answer. Looking at the person in front of him,
Roman felt palpitations and a little short of breath. But many years of battlefield experience and professional habits made him calm down quickly.
"Dear Lord Marquis——" Roman beat his chest with his right hand and nodded in greeting.
Flender remained motionless, looking directly into the eyes of the young man in front of him, as if he wanted to pry into the visitor's motives through his penetrating eyes.
But what he didn't expect was that the young Lombard officer had a natural expression and no flaws in his movements. This made him a little confused, but his eyes still didn't leave the man.
Looking at Flanders in a daze, the Iron Guard captain stepped forward: "My lord, look~"
Flanders came to his senses immediately, nodded and motioned to the Iron Guard Captain to come forward and retrieve the map brought by the envoy.
咚～
Dongdong～
Feeling his heart beating rapidly, Roman held the reins tightly with his left hand, lightly pinched the horse's belly with his legs, and tightly held a corner of the wooden box with his right hand.
Looking at the captain of the Iron Guard who had already arrived, Roman still bowed politely.
But the Captain of the Iron Guard, who has followed Flanders for many years, is not a guy who pays much attention to etiquette. He just blinked in response, and then spread his right hand, trying to take the wooden box in Roman's hand.
Even though the visitor was so rude and rude, Roman still smiled, but secretly cursed in his heart: "Bastard!"
Immediately freed up my left hand, making a gesture to open the wooden box. But this inadvertent action aroused the vigilance of the Iron Guard Captain. He slowly retracted his right hand, and his left hand holding the reins simultaneously touched the long sword at his waist. At the same time, the three guards behind Roman also made similar movements, and the two sides were at war with each other~
"Sir, please don't be so nervous," reminded Roman, who had already seen the clues, "it's just a damn map."
Hush~
The wooden box opened in response, and a piece of parchment rolled into a scroll suddenly appeared.
The Captain of the Iron Guard, whose heart was already in his throat, breathed a sigh of relief. His slightly cold left hand slowly left the hilt of his sword, and once again lifted the reins that were hanging close to his thighs. Almost at the same time, the guard behind Roman also slowly moved away the hand that was about to draw the sword, but his fierce eyes still did not leave the savage guy in front of him.
"Don't be so rude!" Roman turned around and yelled at his subordinates, then turned back and whispered: "I'm so sorry, Sir, these guys don't know the rules, please forgive me."
Looking at the other party's lowered posture, the Iron Guard captain secretly sighed, glanced at the other party, and then cast his own light on the parchment.
"Look at my memory, I forgot important things." Roman put the wooden box between his legs, gently took out the roll of parchment in the box, and handed it to the Iron Guard captain respectfully.
At this time, although the sun was shining brightly, the fog was getting thicker. During the short period of time when the two sides were talking, the fog vaguely covered most of the horse's body, and his vision became blurry.
The captain of the Iron Guard took the parchment and without any pause, turned the reins slightly to the left and rode away.
In an instant, with the help of the cover of dense fog and dazzling sunlight, Roman adjusted the position of the wooden box slung between his legs, and pointed it directly at Flanders, who was unaware. The three guards behind him opened the bags slung on the horseback, and three powerful crossbows that could kill people in an instant were ready to come out." Flanders, who was standing not far away on horseback, did not notice the opponent's move, but used his right hand to block the dazzling sunlight and looked at the enemy camp.
At this time, the sky was filled with heavy fog, but the sun above our heads made it hard to keep our eyes open. Everything was so peaceful, surprisingly peaceful, which made people feel a little uneasy. It's hard to say where this uneasiness comes from. Flanders has never encountered such a scene after many years of fighting on the battlefield.
In the blink of an eye, the Captain of the Iron Guard appeared before his eyes. But looking back at the Lombard envoy behind him, he saw that he was completely shrouded in fog.
The moist mist kept coming towards the direction of the Guards Corps.
Slowly, the dazzling sunshine overhead was blocked by large thick clouds. The bright and sunny day just a second ago disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a depressing haze ~
Suddenly, an ominous premonition came to Flanders' mind!
ô The captain of the Iron Guard, who had arrived in front of Flanders, presented the retrieved parchment with both hands.
Flender did not respond.
The already gray sky suddenly dimmed at this moment, causing a lot of restlessness in the crowd.
"Not good!"
Flanders was shocked and suddenly reacted. But it's too late~
There was only a scream that cut through the dense fog, and along with a trembling sound, a black dot flew towards Flanders, only ten steps away,
It arrived in a blink of an eye.
Looking at the cold light that hit his eyebrows, Flanders subconsciously swung his body to the left. A cold feeling passed across his right face, followed by a tearing feeling in his earlobe, and soft feathers swept across his cheek. "Ah!