Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

So without hesitation, Da Vinci chose to go to the Governor's Palace, but the journey was not smooth. So far, this was the fourth group of soldiers she had dealt with.

But at this moment, a horse came out of nowhere and kicked all the soldiers away. Alvin on the horse looked like he was stepping on the brakes, which made her feel that it was intentional.

"Get in the car quickly!"

“This isn’t a car.”

Even so, she took Alvin's outstretched hand, mounted the horse, and headed towards the Governor's Palace with him.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, otherwise I wouldn't have come to see you right after leaving the church."

The west door of the Governor's Palace was open, and the sound of fighting came from the courtyard inside the palace. Alvin stopped his horse and called to an officer who was rushing towards the palace with another team.

"Do you know what happened?"

"They broke through the rear, and then opened the gate from the mansion. But our troops inside are resisting them. They haven't been able to cross the courtyard yet. If we are lucky, we may be able to attack them from the front and back!"

"Any news about Francisco?"

"He and his men are guarding the back entrance to the palace. If we can take that, we'll trap the enemy once and for all."

"Then our destination should be the same." He said. "It's time to sort this out."

They walked quickly across the square, along the alley outside the north wall of the palace, then turned right and soon encountered troops led by Francesco at the back door of the palace.

The other party immediately took a fighting stance, and then Francisco recognized Alvin and shouted, "It's you again! Why aren't you dead yet?"

"I am here to kill you, Doge of Venice."

"Kill him! Kill him now!"

The two sides immediately engaged in a fierce battle, fighting in a rage that was almost desperate, because the Pazzi troops were well aware of the importance of this retreat. With a cold rage burning in his heart, Alvin cut his way through the blood and advanced towards Francisco, who was leaning against the palace gate. The long sword Alvin had brought was well-balanced and made of Toledo steel, but he was unfamiliar with the weapon and was a little unskilled in using it. Most of those he fought were only seriously injured, not killed, and Francisco saw this.

"You think you're a great swordsman, don't you? You can't even kill someone with one blow. Let me show you."

They rushed at each other immediately, sparks flying from the clashing blades, but Francisco did not have as much room to dodge as Alvin, and he was twenty years older than Alvin and his physical strength was beginning to fail, although he had actually fought fewer times than his opponent today.

"Guards!" he finally yelled. "Come to me!"

But his men had already been defeated by the onslaught of the Governor's Palace. The area around him and Alvin was empty for a moment. Francisco looked around desperately, trying to find a way to retreat, but the only way he could retreat was through the palace itself.

He pushed open the door behind him and climbed a flight of stone steps that led to the top of the inner parapet. Alvin realized that most of the guards at the Governor's Palace were concentrating on fending off the enemy from the front gate and probably did not have enough troops to cover the rear.

"Go ahead and wait until you come back."

"I'll treat you to tiramisu when we get back."

"Really? Then I'll have the matcha flavor."

The rooms on the third floor of the Governor's Palace were deserted, for every man in the palace, save for five or six clerks who fled at the sight of them, was in the courtyard fighting off the enemy's attacks.

Francesco and Alvin walked through a tall, spacious hall with gold-leafed walls, and finally came to a balcony overlooking the Piazza della Signoria. From below, they heard the sound of fighting, and Francesco shouted desperately for help, but no one could hear him, and he had nowhere to retreat.

"Take up your weapons and fight me," Alvin said. "It's just the two of us now."

"damn it!"

Alvin swung his sword and cut his left arm. "Come on, Francesco, where is your pomp as the Doge of Venice?"

"Get away from me, you wild dog!" Francisco rushed over, but he was already tired and his arms were too strong. He staggered and lost his balance, but Alvin quickly dodged to the side, raised his foot, and stepped hard on Francisco's sword, causing his opponent to fall to the ground.

"That's why you failed today, you orphan son of a bitch."

Alvin stepped on his hand, forcing him to let go of the hilt, and then grabbed his shoulders and forced him to turn over. Francisco struggled to get up, and Alvin kicked him hard in the face. Francisco rolled his eyes and gradually lost consciousness.

Alvin dropped his sword and flicked out his wrist blades. He thrust his arms under Francisco's neck and pulled him up, almost face to face.

Francisco opened his eyes. His eyes were full of fear and terror. "Let me go!" he said in a hoarse voice.

At that moment, cheers of victory were heard from the courtyard below. Alvin listened to the excited shouts of the men and realized that the rebellion had been defeated.

"Let you go?" he said. "I might as well let a wolf go."

“No!” Francisco screamed. “Please!”

"Yes, as the Doge of Venice, how could he die in such an undignified way?"

......

This morning, the sky was gray and gloomy - the city seemed particularly depressing in the hot and humid air and the streets after the bloody battle. A large crowd had already gathered in the square. There was a platform built there, and on the platform was a table with the city's coat of arms on the tablecloth. Alvin was standing behind the table, and there was a tall and burly man standing next to him. The man had a hooked nose, but his eyes showed panic and caution. The man in shackles on the platform was the city's deputy governor, Francisco. Behind them was a tall gallows with a noose hanging on it.

Alvin, who had specially changed into a bright and beautiful official uniform, raised his arms and signaled people to be quiet, and they immediately fell silent.

"Francisco." Alvin said in a dignified tone, and Da Vinci couldn't help laughing at his serious look. "You are facing charges of treason against the federation. Do you have evidence to refute this charge?"

The deputy governor, no, the governor's expression was ashen. "No."

Everyone could see that this interrogation was just a formality, but their voices still roared, accusing the core figure of the oligarchic group.

Alvin spoke again: "The evidence against you is piling up, and it is all true. You have no way to deny it. In the absence of rebuttal evidence, I have the responsibility to announce to you and your accomplices, the two priests who killed the old governor, and Rodriguez who was tried in absentia, that you have indeed committed the crime of treason against the Federation."

He paused, and the crowd fell silent again.

"I hereby sentence all of you to death, and the execution will be immediate!"

The crowd roared again. At Alvin's command, the executioner prepared the noose, and his two assistants first took the old priest to the gallows. As the priest next to him whispered a prayer and poured holy water on his head, the noose also surrounded his neck. Then the executioner pulled a lever next to the gallows, and he hung in the air, kicking the air until he could no longer move.

The young priest was next, and he loudly spoke of his own innocence and the innocence of his destroyed hometown, struggling to break free from the guards who were leading him to the noose. He kept twitching in the noose, and he held on longer than the old priest, but his body finally stopped moving. Alvin on the platform could even clearly hear the creaking of the wooden beams.

The people off the field couldn’t believe their eyes – was this real?

"It's your turn, Mr. Governor with the shortest tenure, Francisco."

History has preserved no memory of the first of March, 1453, nor of the event which so agitated the citizens and the bells at such an early hour.

It was not a conflict between France and the Holy Roman Empire, nor a ceremonial procession carrying Jesus' relics, nor the daily riots in the vineyards, nor the entry of the Pope into the city, nor the arrival of the envoys in full dress and feathers that were common in the fifteenth century.

Just executed a governor, that's all.

"There's still half a day left."

"Where else are we going?"

"It's just catching a fish that slipped through the net. It won't take much time."

A few hours later, at the canal dock, a group of sailors and porters were busy in the sun. Several sailors hurriedly repaired the rigging and neatly rolled up the cables and placed them on the scrubbed deck, while the porters were busy dragging or carrying the goods to the nearby warehouse.

"How much does it cost to go to Florence?"

A hooded man asked the price at the dock, and after paying a high fee, he boarded the ship in a state of panic.

After the last batch of cargo was loaded onto the dock, the boatmen at the bow and stern were ready to row. But at this moment, a man who was unwilling to be lonely boarded the boat, and the boat shook violently several times. He swung his elbow twice in succession, knocking the two boatmen into the water, and then grabbed the fugitive by the throat.

"Guards! Guards!" he mumbled, reaching for the dagger at his belt. He grasped the man's wrist just before the dagger pierced his abdomen.

"Don't worry, Mr. Deputy Speaker."

"You! You are that Byzantine!" Rodriguez roared.

"Yes."

"I killed the enemy of Byzantium! The Doge of Venice! You know Enrico Dandolo..."

"That doesn't mean you're my friend."

"Killing me won't solve any of your problems."

"I think this will rid Venice of an annoying...bug," Alvin said, taking the dagger from him. "Alessandro is still alive, rest in peace."

At this point, Venice completed the transfer of power in just 24 hours and reached a consensus on sending troops to aid Constantinople.

Alvin washed his hands by the river. The blood stains on his hands had been there for about 12 hours, so they were easy to wash off.

He walked out of the dock and saw the Almighty Man waiting on the other side of the road.

"It's over, Da Vinci."

Alvin didn't know why, after going through so much, he had the urge to hug her, but when he reacted, she had already hugged him.

"You're doing great, Alvin, take a break."

PS1: Let’s go for dinner and watch the Spring Festival Gala.

The mobile phone black group is going crazy with GZI

PS2: White Rose is back from the English Championship, I raise my rival +1

See if there is a new Cantonaha

Chapter 050 They Show Hand!

"What does Skanderbeg say?"

"He said he could draw most of the troops from the Balkans, but he could not get them from Asia Minor."

"that's enough."

On March 3 in Constantinople, Constantine XI Palaiologos was listening to the report of the messenger returning from the Albanian mountains. With his own military strength severely restricted, diplomacy was the only viable method at the moment - if mercenaries were not included.

He appealed to European countries and received various responses:

Constantinople currently has a certain number of Ottomans thanks to Orhan, the prince who failed in his bid for the position of Sultan.

Aragon of the Iberian Peninsula sent a fleet of 10 ships, but in the eyes of El Melloi II, it would be less practical to send a warrior named Aragon. In the end, they lived up to expectations and returned before crossing Sicily.

Although the three ships donated by Pope Nicholas V at his own expense were not large in number, they were already raised by him at the cost of selling everything he had, and Basilius was embarrassed to ask him to spend more money.

Holy Roman Emperor Frederick III had been talking about it for almost a year, but in the end, there was no sign of him.

As for the Peloponnese...it's good enough if they can keep themselves.

So you can imagine the situation when the Genoese general Giustiniani spontaneously came with 700 men to help.

"How are the Mamluk cavalry doing now?"

"Except for a small cavalry unit in Edirne, they have joined forces with Karaman to advance towards the enemy's rear."

The aid from the Egyptian Mamluks was something they had never expected. Hungary and Poland, which they had thought could provide the greatest help, were now too busy to protect themselves and had no choice but to hire these cavalrymen. As a result, they not only showed their humanitarian spirit and did not charge any fees, but the entire country actually started to operate, as if they would not stop until they destroyed them.

The Mamluks were full of martial virtues. In general, when a monarch passed away, not only would the people be uneasy, but the new monarch would often have to spend a long time to appease the people. This was still considered good. The worst was like the Polish King Władysław III, whose death directly led to the collapse of the country.

He Changed the Middle Ages

But the Mamluks were just the opposite. Generation after generation of Mamluk monarchs were dragged to the battlefield and licked blood on the blade. The people did not care at all if they died on the battlefield. Their attitude was so noble.

So El-Melloi II really couldn't understand how Alvin managed to cross the Mediterranean Sea in one day.

"...It feels like everything is getting better. Is it my illusion, El-Melloi II?"

"From the perspective of the scene, there is nothing wrong with your feeling, Your Majesty."

After that, they continued to handle various government affairs in an orderly manner until they turned off the lights at two o'clock in the morning.

On the way back, the sky was full of stars. Palaiologos looked up and saw that the stars seemed so shining in the dark night.

"If it's still the Ottomans, what chances do we have of winning now, Mr. El-Melloi?" he asked.

"If that's the case, then we have to change the question," El-Melloi II said. "It's not about our chances of winning, but about the Ottomans' chances of winning."

"If there really is such a possibility, then it would be great."

There are four forked roads in the Forum of Augustus. The west side is the market, and the north side is the Senate, but it is no longer of much use. Going south through the Theodosius Forum and returning to the palace is the road taken by Constantine XI, while El Melloi II went north to Hagia Sophia.

"Good night, sir."

"You too, Your Majesty."

El-Melloi II had no idea at this moment that what would happen in the next 24 hours would be almost beyond anyone's imagination.

Blachernae Gate is the gate of Constantinople closest to the Golden Horn. Because of its strategic location, two servants who are good at defense take turns to guard it every night.

"Thank you for your hard work, Boudica. Leave the rest of the night to me."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Leonidas I."

Two people were communicating on the city wall, but a sound that did not belong to this era came from the wilderness in the distance.

"what is that?"

In the wilderness, a stream of smoke was moving at high speed in an irregular pattern. The king of Sparta looked through a telescope and saw that the smoke was actually dust that was blown up by Leonardo da Vinci's "assembly car."

"Is it an enemy?"

"No, it's Alvin and Leonardo. They're back from Venice."