Eagle Byzantium

"Oh oh oh, go to the imperial capital, go to the imperial capital, and show merit to His Majesty!" All the soldiers raised their weapons, and their morale and fighting spirit were boosted.

While people were coming and going, Andreev, the helmsman of the Dalian team, was instructing the captured believers and military servants to cut wood and build ships, while the military judge Giovanni scratched his head and walked directly to the tent where "little white-faced Wright" was Sit on the wine barrel and lay out the camp with a pen and drawing paper.

"Hey, Wright, when will the camping map for tonight be completed? We only fought once today, so the camping and passwords need to be adjusted." Giovanni pointed at Wright and shouted.

Last time after the capture of Za'tar City, Wright was not only whipped for seducing a noble lady, but was also expelled from the brotherhood. Gawain ordered this guy to draw the camp map every day, correct his mind among the rulers and rulers, and also be able to use his talents. Wright is one of the few "cultured people" in the Dalian team who is not a priest, because he used to When he was in Sicily, he was good at writing love poems to ladies, which was a professional requirement.

"Don't worry, just give it another three points." Apart from his lustful bad habits, Wright is pretty good in other aspects, and his behavior is absolutely spotless. After Giovanni nodded, he was relieved to supervise the work of the soldiers in the camp. At this time, a slender and delicate woman wearing a black robe suddenly appeared in front of Wright. When the guy looked up, he saw that her eyebrows were particularly charming, just like the clear stream in her hometown, and she had a meaningful expression at the corner of her mouth. Smile, black hair, black eyes, covered with a red cross sword Smock, "Is it a female medical officer accompanying the army? But I don't think I have seen such a beautiful one before. If so, it will definitely remain in my impression, as solid as the emblem on the coin." Wright looked at it infatuatedly. Looking at her, he thought to himself, but then he was awakened by the military regulations and lowered his head.

"Dear Battalion Officer. I'm here to see the camping arrangements for tonight. Since there are more wounded people today, we female doctors will be busy until late. Don't go into the wrong place then. As you know, this This is extremely embarrassing. It is a great gift that His Excellency the Grand Duke allows us to accompany him. "The woman is beautiful and kind. Her eloquent words frightened Wright into a daze, and then he took the drawing board out. The woman's slender white fingers touched it lightly twice, then she smiled and said, "I know, and I will tell the other sisters right away." them.

then. The woman's robe lifted up, carrying a faint fragrance, leaving Wright with his nose twitching and his eyes blurred, and left just like that.

After nightfall, when Giovanni was holding the camp map made of poplar boards, he couldn't believe his eyes, so he asked the soldiers next to him to bring the torch closer. Then he asked Wright in a low voice, "When you were arranging the camping, did your Excellency the Archduke and the Priests specifically ask you for anything?"

Wright shook his head in confusion and said it didn't happen.

"Then do this. What if the Grand Duke doesn't know about it..." Giovanni lowered his voice and pointed at the camping map above. Wright leaned over, looked at it, and then clicked He nodded and smiled knowingly. "Hey, brother Giovanni Dellavia, although I have the title of camp officer, I only follow the paperwork of the confidential secretary next to the Grand Duke."

"In this case, do you want to confront the confidential secretary?" Giovanni was a little hesitant.

But Wright specifically took the military judge aside. Mysteriously, "Brother Giovanni Dellavia, what else do you need to prove? In your village, does the church priest fall in love with a girl who plays cymbals in the band? Do you need any procedures? Now? The consul is a woman, and her skin is a little bit Saracen black. Look at her dark eyes and her sweet pink mouth. I said, Brother Giovanni, you are in Lombardy in the north. to this I don’t see many charming girls, but I see them a lot in Sicily. Oh my, you can’t stand it. They are much harder to deal with than those tall Norman women. I can’t stand it... You should understand the meaning of this word. "..." As he spoke, Wright swayed back and forth, and kept gesticulating with his hands from his stomach, trying to make Giovanni understand the profound meaning of "cannot bear the exposure."

"Okay, I understand what you said!" Giovanni's face showed displeasure, "But His Excellency the Grand Duke is actually like this. I really didn't expect it. Just don't let the Jince Brotherhood and the generals of the Dalian team know." Then he He made fierce gestures with his fists in front of Wright, implying that he must keep his mouth shut.

Kabeamiya is still sitting on the chair in the crimson coach's tent. Muzafiadin, who looks like a vicious dog, is holding a waist knife, facing her. Behind the seat are two tall guard warriors. , one is from the original Red Hand detachment, and the other is a Saxon who was recruited from England when he was in exile in Italy.

The female consul, who had a strand of hair beside her ear cut off by Gawain, felt calmer now. She sat there quietly, reflecting on the past lessons, until Giovanni walked in with a shackle in his hand. Or he found it from the armory.

"What are you going to do?" Cabeamiya asked in shock and annoyance. At that time, Gawain went to inspect the shipbuilding camp by the river and had not yet returned. This was a question that Giovanni didn't know how to answer. After all, he was ultimately responsible for the camping matters, so he turned his head and handed the shackles to the military servant Muzafiadin, so that no one would say that he was a Christian. No, "Handcuff her to a chair. The Grand Duke will come back soon after nightfall. I don't want any physical conflict to occur or even cause the Grand Duke to be injured."

"Ah?" Muzafiadin was there, still confused, but Kabeamiya understood instantly: Gawain, the bastard barbarian, was going to break his promise so soon, coveting her beauty (hadn't he always treated her so cruelly and shamelessly in the past), and wanted to defile her precious chastity that she had guarded for the Lord of Light so far. "Ah, ah, ah!" Kabeamiya jumped up from the seat like an angry female leopard. She wanted to commit suicide to protect herself, but the poisoned ox tongue sword had been confiscated, so she was ready to run to rob Gawain's weapon rack in the tent: the Turkish scimitar, the kite shield with a red hand, the Macedonian short halberd, and the Milan ripple short sword given by the Duchess Matilda, and a long-handled two-handed axe leaning against it.

Amid the laughter, Kabeamiya took the lead in grabbing the long-handled axe, but she tried her best and stumbled, and couldn't lift it, let alone chop herself. Then she ran to the rack, but the two guards skillfully held all the weapons in their hands. "Let me go, let me go!" Muzafiadin twisted Kabeamia from behind and kept shouting in Turkish, asking her to calm down, but this made the female consul even more angry and sad, so she struggled even more stubbornly.

"Tell this lady to calm down!" Finally, Giovanni pulled her to the pillar of the tent, locked her with shackles, and wrapped the pillar with animal skin to prevent her from hitting the pillar. He then winked at the people next to him, and then everyone left the commander's tent and stood outside. (To be continued ~^~)