Eagle Byzantium

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Peter lowered his head, and his expression could not be seen clearly in the firelight and shadow, "I have been living in Xiaoya for many years, and I know that the emir of the Turks loves the eagle more than his own eyes. They have a proverb, 'The eagle can only be with "Good friends exchange each other for equal value," and some villagers in the village had already recognized them. Your falcon belongs to Zahas - there are only two possibilities now. One possibility is that you killed Zahas and took away his falcon; the other possibility is that you were in Zahas' court. , and became friends with him, so the emir gave you his beloved eagle as a covenant gift. "

"According to normal logic, I think the latter is the most likely." The noble man actually gave the correct answer himself, with that cold smile.

"Yes, then can you tell me, who are you? No, no, let me guess. I remember that among the Norman chieftains in Taranto, a chronicler said of him, 'This man Only do things that are never possible and unimaginable.' If a Christian can form an alliance with a pagan emir, if a Norman dares to walk arrogantly in Asia Minor, then you are the only one - 'Guiscat the Cunning' Son, Bohemond," said Peter carefully, but with great certainty.

"Bohemond is also in despair, in despair!" At this time, the noble man frankly admitted Peter's guess and sighed.

"Let us go. Christian brothers cannot fight swords with Christian brothers." Peter said earnestly. "I will never tell anyone, whether it is Pope St. Peter or ordinary people, about your alliance with Zahas. ”

"In the dictionary of the Normans, there are no brothers who cannot fight each other with swords, and there are no enemies who cannot form alliances. When my father was alive, he fought fiercely with the Byzantine Christians for decades. What you said does not sit well with me. It’s worth a penny.” Mond said coldly, "On the contrary, I want to execute you, not because I am afraid that my alliance with Zahas will be exposed. Even if the Catholic Pope knows about this kind of thing, it is not a big deal, because the target we want to deal with, It's a gentleman It's just Fort Tantino. The Pope won't blame me too much. And I want to kill you because Monk Peter is a well-known name in the entire Eastern and Western world. You are known to the masses and lords, and the Pope also knows you. I appreciate you, your words will Influenced many nobles and knights, and of course I know your idea, which is to unite the Orthodox Church in Constantinople, the Catholic Church in Rome, and Christians from all over the world to restore the Holy Land - this is me The reason for killing you."

Peter stood up with a jujube crutch and shouted excitedly, "Isn't this ideal great? Isn't it worthy of all Christians, including you and me, to spend their lives to realize it? God's people join hands to initiate the holy and noble The expedition will burn the fire of piety in front of the tomb of the Holy Son in the Holy City. This will be a glorious scene that will be passed down from generation to generation.”

"Ideal? A great, virtuous and pure ideal. She will always be the bridesmaid of profit. When profit wears a wreath on her head and receives toasts and blessings from everyone, ideal can only wear an inferior dress and stand aside feeling sad, hoping for the next It's her turn." Bohemond sneered again, as if he was reciting poetry bit by bit, "I, the son of the great Guiscat, was originally killed by my father. Taranto, Calabria, Epirus, and Corfu should all be mine. They were inheritances given to me by my father. But after my father died of enteric fever eight years ago, my uncle, Rolando from Sicily, left me. Jay seized most of the inheritance, and the Byzantine Greek emperor regained Epirus and Corfu. In the end, under the papal ruling, I only inherited a barren promontory on the coast of Calabria, so I want joint Zahas, first attack and destroy Constantinople, and then take back Taranto and Calabria, no, also take Sicily. The Tver family will hold up my banner of Bohemond in the rich land. Italy, establish a truly great and unbreakable country. No, not only that, the city of Amalfi in Italy, and even Anatolia in distant Asia Minor, must fall under the iron heel of my conquest. This is the real principle. I think its golden color is dyed with black iron and red blood, and you, your talk, will destroy my plan. Once the Pope approves the plan of union between the East and the West, my ideal will not be implemented. Because they have lost the reason to continue attacking Constantinople, the Adriatic Sea and Anatolia, they can only go to the illusory Holy Land in vain and shed blood in vain for the same illusory ideal. "

"You actually view jihad like this!"

"Isn't it? I can foresee that if you really start a jihad, hundreds of thousands of jihad armies from various regions, including Franks, Germania, Aquitaine, Normandy, Valencia, and Lombardy, will definitely be leaderless. , there will definitely be a struggle for power. I am absolutely disgusted with this situation, but at that time I believed that the right Your blow will be greater, so I think it would be better for everyone to kill you here." After Bohemond finished speaking, he slowly pulled out his sword, "Be the last. Pray, Peter. You will 'die on the pilgrimage', maybe the Pope will canonize you, and the direction of history will quietly change."

"Poof", Peter swept over the grill and bonfire with a jujube stick, and the sparks symbolized his anger, flying everywhere, "Go to hell, Bohemond de Tver!"

Almost at the same time, the four Norman knights behind him howled and raised their swords. Following the direction of Bohemond's finger, they attacked. In the light of the fire, Bohemond's red beard was particularly frightening. "Since the Tver family came from hell, why should we be afraid of going back?"

The fire was splashing, and Gawain's tall figure jumped in front of the Norman knight who rushed to the front. His scimitar blocked the opponent's sword, and then Gawain pulled out the "Phosphorus Sword" with his other hand and quickly thrust it into the opponent's abdomen. The opponent had an incredible expression on his face, and then looked down at the wound he was pierced by the sword - there was no blood, but the strange blue and green phosphorus that only the dead bones emitted, like a small volcano, constantly spraying out, making a humming sound, "Devil, devil's magic!" The Norman knight who thought that the two opponents were weak chickens that could be easily captured and careless screamed, his face collapsed rapidly like a bloodless skin, and then fell to the ground.

The other Norman knights retreated in fear, but Gawain slowly moved the sword with cold fire to his right side and whispered, "I told you that this is a sword cursed by the devil. I have acquired the fighting skills of the Norman knights."

At the same time, the falcon on Bohemond's shoulder flicked its claws, spread its wings, and whistled sharply, like a stone bullet from a catapult, swooping down towards the stunned Peter. In just two seconds, its claws would tear out Peter's eyeballs and brains!