"Victory!"

"We won!"

"We defeated the heavy cavalry!"

Cheers rang out all around, and in an instant there was a huge wave of noise among the Agri!

All the Agri roared wildly, they hugged and kissed each other, some of the spearmen kept smashing their spears to the ground, and the musketeers simply shot into the sky!

Victory, this is the cry of everyone, at this moment from the fear of being in a crisis to the joy of victory, the huge contrast makes everyone involuntarily use various methods to vent the excitement in their hearts.

Alexander slowly squeezed out of the cheering Agri, and he slowly walked to the edge of the gentle slope and watched the back of the cavalry in the distance.

There was a sound of horses' hooves, and Carlo jumped off his horse, half of his face covered in black and red blood, and when he passed a soldier, he snatched the wine bag from the man's hand and raised his head to take a big sip.

The wine that ran from the corner of his mouth splashed on the wound, causing Carlo to shake his head and snort in pain, and then he walked quickly to Alexander's side.

"My lord, we're back."

Alexander nodded and didn't speak, he still looked at the heavy cavalry in the distance, and after a while he knew that the smoke and dust had completely faded, and then he looked back at Caro: "Did my huntsmen lose a lot?" ”

"A few are dead," Carlo's voice sounded a little strange as he pulled at his wounds, "and a few more are wounded, and they may not be able to save them." ”

Alexander sighed secretly that in this day and age, many casualties on the battlefield are not directly killed, but more often due to lack of effective treatment and worse hygiene.

However, a large part of the reason is that the generals believe that the wounded soldier is no longer valuable, and the price to pay to treat a wounded person is not cost-effective compared to the effect of even after the injury, so they would rather let the wounded die quickly.

"Find a way to heal them," Alexander said, "and go see them." ”

"We can't stop here, my lord," Carlo reminded, "and we're done with the Coalition if we have another army." ”

Alexander looked at the soldiers who were still cheering, and looked at the exhaustion and embarrassment on their joyful faces, and he knew that this victory was really not easy, and for an army that was really facing a strong enemy for the first time, this battle was the beginning of a radical change for the Agri.

However, as Carlo said, the Agri have actually done their best, and if any more enemies appear at this time, they will only collapse in an instant.

"Let's withdraw from here," Alexander gave the order after thinking about it, knowing that leaving the wounded in this way might be aggravated by the bumps in the road, but there was no choice, "bury all the dead soldiers and make signs." ”

A row of crosses tied with branches stood on a newly dug field, and Alexander, listening to the whispered prayers of nearby soldiers, knelt down on one knee at the nearest cross, reaching out and stroking the branch with his name inscribed.

In addition to the name, all the crosses are inscribed with the words: "My brave Agri soldiers are buried here, and your souls will ascend to heaven and bless us to glory." ”

"My lord, shall we withdraw to Rome?" Carlo asked softly beside him.

Alexander stood up and shook his head, he didn't know what was going on the battlefield now, but if he wanted to return to Rome, he couldn't go back the way he came from the same way unless he went in other directions, because they had already taken the wrong way back to Rome when they retreated from Mount Appio before.

But if you go back, you are likely to run into other coalition armies head-on.

Alexander didn't know what was going on with Constantine, but he was sure that even if the coalition forces wouldn't agree to let Constantine take Scharron, they wouldn't be able to engage him easily, and the battle outside Rome was more of a "diplomatic war".

This is the difference in identity, Alexander can't help but reluctantly admit that the reason why this is the case is entirely because of the power of the Roverley family, on the contrary, he can only use tenacious fighting to survive on the battlefield, this is the gap.

Alexander frowned slightly, he needed to think carefully about where they were, the trouble caused by the unfamiliarity with the terrain was that not only did he not know where he was, but he also did not know where the enemy was, and the result was often that he did not know even if he walked into the enemy's formation.

"My lord," said a slightly thin young man who was walking with a hot flask in his hand, his hair was a dark brown color, and his face looked like Alexander's if you looked closely. ”

"What?" Alexander asked unexpectedly.

"I was out of the city with the grain caravan," the young man replied, licking his lips and carefully, "I've been to this place, and I've drawn it here for fear of getting lost," the young man said, digging it out of his pocket, and then pulling out a crumpled piece of paper, which was littered with all kinds of lines that no one else could understand, but the young man quickly pointed to a place in the corner of the paper, "It's here, this place is called Zazaro, it's a big village, I've been here to buy wine for the grain caravan before." ”

Alexander looked at the young man with some surprise, then at his map, and as the young man poked and poked at the mess of paper, he finally understood where he was.

It was a place not far southwest of Mount Appio, and they had two ways to get back to Rome.

One was to turn back and head back towards Mount Appio and then turn back to Rome, and the other was to follow the direction indicated on the young man's map and go all the way southwest, then to the northwest and follow the road from the Sea of Tyrhenian to Rome back to the city.

"We can't go back to the battlefield," Alexander vetoed the idea of returning to the battlefield without even thinking about it, although he lost contact with Constantine, he was not worried about the eldest young master of the Rovere family, on the contrary, he couldn't withstand the new battle at all, but it was not appropriate to go back to Rome, after all, they hadn't completed their mission yet" Let's go southwest and go to Zazaro. ”

Alexander finally made a decision, and then he looked at the young man in front of him and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Apello, Apero Ofley," said the young man, with some agitation, and then continued with a little hesitation, "my uncle is the old stonemason Ofley. ”

"His uncle was Agri's most famous stonemason, but," Carlo gestured to Alexander, leaning slightly and pointing his finger at his temple, "which is a bit of a problem, as everyone says that he doesn't work well all day, and likes to tinker with messy things. ”

"My uncle wanted to be a master carver," the young man seemed to argue for his uncle, "and he did a good job, and encouraged me to learn the craft of carving with him." ”

"But how did you become a musketeer?" Looking at the equipment on the young man's body, Alexander smiled and asked, "Do you think there is no future for following your uncle?" ”

"No, my lord," said little Oflei, who seemed unwilling to hear others belittle his uncle, "I had heard that there were many famous carvers in Rome and wanted to visit them, but I had no money, so my uncle encouraged me to become a musketeer, so that I could come to Rome." ”

"Ha, a farmer who wants to be a master carver has become a musketeer, and you Offrey are in a bit of trouble here." Carlo teasingly pointed to his head, and then saw Alexander looking at the young man with interest.

"Follow me," Alexander said casually, "take your map, and be careful to mark the road, whether we survive the battlefield or not may depend on you." ”

Apelo Ofleiyi looked stunned, he was frightened by Alexander's words, for a moment he felt that the paper in his hand had become important and hurriedly put it in his pocket, but then he took it out and held it in the palm of his hand uneasily.

The Agri began to advance, and though they were exhausted, the Bohemians were once again on their horses, and they were tasked with guarding the troops, while the hunters followed the ranks slowly under Alexander's orders.

In the ever-changing battlefield, Alexander needs to keep the best forces at his side, ready to deal with the dangers that may arise.

What made Alexander a little concerned was that he didn't hear the sound of battle in the distance, it seemed that the battlefield had become much quieter for a while, but he didn't think it was a good thing, at least for him, after destroying the artillery positions on Mount Appio and finally defeating the Allied heavy cavalry, he didn't know if someone would turn a battle into a complete personal vendetta out of anger, so he decided to be cautious and then cautious.

The team made their way in the direction of the village of Zazaro on the map, and on the way, they saw many looted wagons and the corpses of fallen horses and soldiers.

The loss of Mount Appio not only left the French with a defensive line based on two hills, but also lost all the camps located southwest of the defensive line to the Allied forces.

Not only that, but after capturing Mount Appio, the Allied forces simply crossed their garrison and continued to advance towards the right flank of the French, almost completely cutting off the French from the city of Rome, but in this way, the Allied army, which was originally not well besieging troops, had to transfer all the troops available to the front, so when Alexander did not turn back to the battlefield, but quickly withdrew with his men to the southwest, he did not encounter any Allied troops again.

And Alexander's men walked south-west along a difficult road, but soon they found that in their way suddenly a large number of tents and carriages suddenly appeared, and they were so caught off guard that they plunged into the huge convoy, or the great bazaar.

Even Oflair, who had walked this way, was a little confused, he wanted to explain to Alexander, but he didn't know where to start, so he opened the map and looked at it repeatedly, and after making sure that he had not taken the wrong path, he looked blankly at the big bazaar that suddenly appeared on the road, and scratched his hair with his hand at some bewilderment.

There were scattered tents and vehicles of all sizes, people were busy doing nothing, and when they saw the army coming, there were immediately people shouting and selling all kinds of messy things on the side of the road, and some prostitutes who looked cold wrapped in blankets and could be seen from their completely bare shoulders were wearing almost nothing inside waved to the soldiers, and when the carriages full of poultry passed in front of the procession, Alexander narrowed his eyes slightly at the mess.

If it weren't for the flags waving in the wind in the clearing, he would have thought it was a big bazaar.

For in addition to the prostitutes and peddlers who seduced the eyes of Agri and the Bohèmes, he also saw a circus of vaudeville jugglers and a few well-dressed women, who seemed to come from wealthy families and were picking and choosing in front of several vendors.

In the distance, a pot-bellied man was urging a few Moorish slaves to carry things to the wagon, looking at the heavy sacks, and then at the goods piled up on the side of the road that had been casually stopped by a cloth curtain, Alexander couldn't help but smile playfully.

"My lord, we seem to have run into an enemy." Carlo whispered, he had also noticed the flag planted in the clearing, looking at the flag that had just fought with them not long ago and could already be said to be very familiar, Carlo's lips were a little dry, "Shall we turn back immediately?" ”

"Caro, do you know who these are?"

"I don't know," Carlo looked around nervously.

The arrival of the Agri had been noticed, and an old man in a scarlet robe approached, and he looked at the army, which had obviously just gone through a bitter battle, with some suspicion, but after a little thought, he felt that there would be no danger.

"In the name of His Majesty the Emperor, I order you to stop," the old man raised his hand to block the road, his tone naturally revealed a majesty, looking at the team with the smell of gunpowder in front of him but did not show uneasiness, with the gorgeous robe on his body, this made Alexander guess that this old man should not be just the head of this camp, and the old man looked at Alexander, who had slowly come to the front, with a dissatisfied look, "It looks like you have just fought, but this cannot be used as a reason for you to withdraw from the battlefield casually, and no matter who you are, They all immediately got off their horses and answered my questions. ”

Alexander looked at the old man in front of him with interest, this person should be a big man, he secretly wondered in his heart.

"I beg your pardon, I don't know what you call it?" Alexander asked with interest.

"I am Alfred von Kotzchach of Mainz, the Imperial Court Minister, and the Count of Salzburg, who are you?" The old man asked majestically.

Alexander was a little distracted for a moment, he really didn't expect that after a hard-fought battle, he would get such a reward that he never expected.

Looking at the old man standing in front of the horse in front of him with his head up, but still looking at him with great majesty, Alexander smiled slightly and raised his hand to salute: "It is an honor to meet your palace minister, I am Alexandre Juliant Gombray, lord from Agri, Naples, please allow me to solemnly tell you that your honorable lordship, you are now my prisoner." ”