When the Venetians attacked again, they did not advance as slowly as before, and their ranks paused for a moment as they approached the vicinity of the trench, then regrouped unhurriedly before they began to move forward quickly under a rush of orders.

Their speed was so fast that the originally neat horizontal team soon became disjointed.

But the Venetians clearly wanted to get through the trench quickly, so they ignored the formation that seemed to be scattered, and as the first platoon of soldiers jumped down the trench, the Pisan artillery roared as they had guessed.

The shells whizzed away, landing in several places before and after the trench, but this time the artillery fire did not have much effect, and a few shells fell directly to the ground, because the soil had been lifted during the previous battle, and the soft ground allowed the shells to sink directly into it after they landed, which did not play a role at all.

The other shells that fell into the crowd did not cause much casualties, and while the Pisas were scrambling to reload, the first row of Venetians had already jumped to the ground and began to advance towards the destroyed low wall.

At this time, it can be seen that the strength of these Venetian troops, although the speed of advance is fast, but even if there has been a front and back separation between the ranks, they can still roughly maintain a horizontal line, except for the companies at both ends because of the concave trench outside the terrain involuntarily turned into two backward curved arcs, the entire Venetian army has always maintained a relatively intact front.

"The walls of Pisa."

The captain standing at the back of the team sighed, the unexpected death of the Venetian general who had been sent to be in charge of the battle had made the Venetians scramble for a while, although it didn't matter to the captain whether this person lived or died, but the Venetians obviously didn't think so.

In a hurry, the Venetians had no choice but to withdraw from the battle, and it was not until after they had a Venetian quarrel and once again temporarily elected a commander to replace the fallen general, that the Venetians attacked again.

The captain was both angry and helpless at this outcome, he always felt that if he had done it before, he might have been able to sit in the town hall of Pisa and enjoy the hospitality of fine wine and beautiful people, but he also knew that the Venetians obviously had a deep taboo against mercenaries who led the army alone in battle, and that the Venetians had never trusted outsiders, and compared to their shrewd minds who were good at business, the Venetians were actually very xenophobic at times.

Now the walls are in sight, just go over the low wall that has become a ruined wall.

The first row of soldiers was already approaching the low wall, and the captain vaguely saw that some of the musketeers who were walking in the front had stopped to light the fire twist, although it was not convenient to move, but these musketeers still completed this very difficult action with their hands and feet, and as they raised their muskets one after another, except for a few heavy musketeers who had to stand in place behind the thick barrel of their guns with supports, all the other musketeers seemed to have no idea whether they could shoot or not, and shot as they went.

The sound of gunfire and white smoke covered the road in front of the procession, but the Venetians did not stop, they continued to advance to the sound of the horns, and their aim was the city gate, and at this time a large group of halberders had already stretched out their halberds under the cover of sword and shield men, and approached the city gate past the musketeers who were still reloading.

By this point everything seemed to be going well, and the only thing that surprised the captain and was slightly concerned was that the pisphon didn't react.

Either fight back or flee, this is the right thing to do in the face of a strong enemy, but the Pisians have not moved anything except after the first round of shelling, which makes the captain feel vaguely inappropriate, he does not think that the Pisians have any conspiracy to threaten him, but there must be a reason for this silence.

Suddenly, a Venetian soldier tripped over several pieces of rubble in a hurry while jumping over the ruins of a low wall, and he quickly tried to stand up with his spear, but when his hand pressed on a stone inadvertently pushed the stone away, the cloth bag that was burning under the stone caught his attention.

The soldier was accustomed to raising his foot and kicking the cloth bag, and then the cloth bag suddenly exploded!

The sudden explosion almost happened among the Venetians, and the debris swept madly in all directions, like a terrible whirlwind composed of many blades, and all Venetians within the scope of this whirlwind were instantly blown to a bloody and miserable scene.

And with this explosion, a huge explosion rang out in the ruins of the low walls in other places!

The ground kept vibrating because of the explosion, although the power of each time was only the people nearby, but because I didn't know if there would be that terrible explosion under my feet in the next moment, the formation that the Venetians had always been able to maintain suddenly became chaotic.

The captain's face had changed at the first explosion, he looked up at the walls, but there was no sign of artillery fire, and he didn't think that the Pisians would be able to use all their guns at an inclique angle as before, if that would probably be the case they would have lost all their artillery before the battle had even fully begun.

However, it is unimaginable that there was an explosion without firing a cannon, and it was actually exploded directly in his own team.

The captain looked ahead in astonishment, and soon when another explosion sounded, he was surprised to find that the explosion seemed to come directly from his feet, and not after being hit by a cannonball.

Could it be that the Pisians hid their explosives just under the rubble and waited for us to come and light them?

But how did they do it, and where did they ignite the gunpowder?

The captain thought that the Pisan man was too insidious, or that he had never thought that gunpowder could be used like this!

The captain's mind flashed with a thought, although he knew that this was not the time to delve into this, but he felt as if he had discovered something very important, but now he needed to quickly maintain his army, although he believed in the bravery of his soldiers, but at this time, this kind of sudden attack, but he didn't know how to deal with the accident at this time, it was easy to make an army fall into chaos.

The trumpeter beside the captain blew a rapid and sharp trumpet, and at the same time, he did not care about the possible explosion, and quickly passed through the already somewhat hectic line in front of him, and came to the front and shouted: "Rush over!" Rush through here! ”

The captain obviously didn't know if there would be such a terrible ambush with a sudden explosion ahead, but the rubble under his feet obviously increased the power of the explosion, and the ruins of the low wall obviously hindered the progress of the team, which was too dangerous for the Venetians!

Two quiet, but equally terrifying explosions sounded nearby, and the captain heard the screams and the terrible screams that followed, and he forced himself not to look that way, but to strode with his men desperately in the direction of the city gates.

"It's a pity." Alexander, who was standing on the city wall, said with a little regret.

Wrap the gunpowder in gravel to make a simple mine and hide it under the low wall, and then twist the wire soaked in the nitrate water after ignition and pull a long rope with a stone, as long as someone passes through the broken rope, the powder twist will fall and ignite the mine below.

It's very simple, even crude, but at this time, at least in Europe, no one has thought of it.

It's just that the power of this mine is obviously a little smaller.

Or rather, the strength of the Pisan people did not let this mine play its due power.

In Alexander's imagination, the Venetians would be in chaos after this sudden attack, and if they took the opportunity to counterattack, they would have a good chance of crushing the enemy in front of them.

But this can only be imagined, the Pisan army obviously can't do this, or the mercenary teams that have always signed contracts with Pisa know from the beginning that their mission is to hold the city, not to fight the enemy in the field, so the Pisan army of the past generations has almost regarded the initiative as a matter of fulfilling their military obligations.

This is probably why there is such a person as Gompati who seems to be out of step with the current era and style.

It's not so much that Gompati himself prefers to defend, but that the city has made him who he is.

The Venetians did not carry any siege weapons, in fact, they came this time with a bit of a long-range raid, taking advantage of the fact that the Pisas did not think that the dispute in Romagna would suddenly involve their negligence, while the Florentines did not realize their ambitions, and even more so that the Vatican never thought that they would dare to dare to cross this Romagna and go deep into the coast of Tuscany.

The Venetians went on a military adventure that no one expected!

But apparently the Venetians also did not expect that there would be a person in Pisa who should not have appeared, let alone that this person would also have the daughter of Alexander VI.

The Pisa, though lazy, were clear to them about Lucrezia's identity, and that was why when Alexander offered to buy a house near the city gates with money, the Pisatians, who were usually slack, immediately and generously paid him 5,000 florins.

Money allowed Alexander to command the mercenaries who seemed to have completely abandoned the attack, and allowed him to recruit more sailors from the ships in the harbor.

"Prepare for battle!"

Looking at the Venetians who were rushing to the city gates, Alexander drew his sword, he took a deep breath, and then led the people down the ramp to the city gates, which had been surrounded by stones and felled tree trunks.

"They are only 2 thousand, remember only 2 thousand!"

Alexander's roar exploded in the crowd, and when he saw the first figure to appear under the city gates, he raised his sword and roared: "Stop! ”

In an instant, with stones thrown from the walls and tied tree trunks, the open gate was suddenly blocked, and at the same time, the Pisan people shouted and poured under the gate from all sides.

A real hand-to-hand offensive and defensive battle began under the city of Pisa!

Nomelo was not good at horseback riding, he was not even as good as Lucrezia in this respect, he was not a soldier in the first place, he was more accustomed to sitting behind his desk to deal with the tricky business, or to advise the Pope and use bloodless methods for his advantage.

But now, enduring the bumps and the pain of the skin worn down from his inner thighs, Nomelo gritted his teeth and urged the team to run along the road along the Arno River, in the direction of Pisa.

As secretary to Alexander VI, Nomelo was seen by others as a member of the Borgia family, and he himself thought so.

Because of this, he knew better how important Lucrezia was to Alexander VI.

In addition to being the Pope's favorite daughter, Lucrezia also had the responsibility of marrying the great nobles for her father's benefit, especially as Caesar himself served as an emissary to Naples, and Alexander VI had pinned his hopes of re-establishing his authority in southern Italy on the marriage of Lucrezia to Charsan's brother, Alfonso, Duke of Billyselly.

In order to make this marriage go smoothly, the Pope did not hesitate to let Lucrezia live in a convent away from Rome to avoid the eyes of the world.

Everything seems to be going well.

But at this time, Lucrezia was robbed by the Gombray!

Nomelo knew how furious the Pope would be when he heard the news.

Gombray, you're in big trouble this time.

Nomerlo, of course, didn't worry about Alexander, but Lucrezia's safety was something he couldn't ignore.

The pain in his inner thigh was almost unbearable for Nomerlo, but the thought that the Venetians were attacking Pisa, which was almost defenseless on land, had to endure the pain and rush forward.

Either way, the pizza guy has to hold on.

The secretary prayed in his heart.

At this time, in front of the city gate of Pisa, a life-and-death scuffle was unfolding.

Gompati did have an unusual talent for defense, not only arranging his soldiers in different waves behind several bunkers that could support each other and exchange them in turn, but also allowing the spearmen to push the tarred trunks piled up in front of the city gates to the enemy in front.

When the trunk of the tree was ignited, the scorching flames immediately forced the Venetians who were about to break through to retreat, and the acrid smoke even smoked several Venetians who had been blocked in the city gate to the ground.

But the Venetians were clearly not resting, and they also let the spearmen swarm and push the crackling of the trunks of the trees as the wood burned, and the Venetians finally gained the upper hand.

With a hoarse roar, the charred trunk was forcibly pushed towards the pizza man, and the branches on the trunk that were still blazing rolled and threw out large sparks, which fell on the people's heads and faces, and immediately burst into shouts.

"Rush in, rush in!"

The captain stared at the fierce battle inside the city gates, and when he saw the Pisas being forced to retreat in a panic due to the fire, he saw a rare opportunity.

The captain shouted and pushed the soldiers in front of him hard, and the people around him pushed so hard, and the Venetians were like waves that couldn't stop hitting the embankment, surging forward in waves of madness.

Suddenly, the captain felt the pressure in front of him suddenly lighten, and with the soldiers in front of him let out a roar of cheers, the Venetians rushed towards the city like a flood that burst the embankment!

The pizza people finally couldn't resist it!

The captain let out a cry of surprise, annoyed by the unexpected tenacity of the Pisa, but victory was long overdue, but finally came.

The captain, like the man in front of him, was pushed forward by the people behind him, and no one wanted to stop, and no one could stop.

Storming the city gates is another world, and the wine wealth and beautiful women of the city of Pisa will be their trophies, and then they can lie down in the comfortable houses of the Pisan people to wash away the smoke from their bodies, and let the beautiful women gently comfort their tired bodies.

The captain heard the shouts of his companions in front of him out of joy, and then there was a deafening loud bang that exploded very close to them!

The scorching waves of air rushed towards him, with a terrifying shrill whistling, and before the terrible sound that seemed to fill the ears in an instant came, there were already people in front of them screaming and being thrown backwards!

The captain only had time to see a tall mercenary running in front of him suddenly fly upside down as if he had been punched, and before he could have the idea of dodging, he felt a sharp pain like a knife cut on his body, which was no less than being burned by a cannonball before, and then his body was knocked out by the mercenary who flew upside down in front of him.

The inside of the city gate had turned into a terrible hell at this moment.

On the ground, on the trees, and even on the city wall behind, there were bloody broken limbs and corpses everywhere, and most of them couldn't tell which part of the body was at all, only the broken lump of flesh that no one could see what it was.

Gompati stood dumbfounded beside the still smoking artillery, his face glazed and his eyes fixed on the scene in front of him.

He couldn't believe what he saw, and he couldn't believe that he did it.

But he knew in his heart that this was indeed his "masterpiece", it was he who sawed off the curved barrel in front of the gun according to Alexander's orders, making the gun appear much shorter and thicker, and it was he who knocked the sawn gun body into pieces, and then wrapped it and loaded it into the muzzle, and even he finally helped the gunner correct the angle of the gun's fire.

It can be said that the terrible hell on earth in front of him is created by him, in the face of the dense attack of the Venetians, the huge power of the scattered bullets instantly tore apart the bodies of everyone exposed in front of the muzzle, and the whistling metal fragments were like the sickles wielded by death, frantically harvesting one living life after another.

"God, this is what we did?"

A gunner kept scratching a cross on his chest, his face pale and his lips trembling, as if he might pass out at any moment.

"That's what we did," Gompati finally spoke, and he took two strides forward, then he suddenly turned around and slammed the still hot cannon with all his might.

At the same time, his mouth came out like a madman's cry: "This is it! That's it! ”

Gompati shouted and threw off his clothes, and he shouted to the others to reload the cannon, and then suddenly hugged the cannon, and kissed the dirty cannon like crazy.

"I'm in love, I love you to death, my baby."

"Captain, Venetian, they're out!"

A soldier shouted in Gompati's ear to remind him.

Gompati immediately raised his head when he heard the sound, and he laughed and slapped the cannon hard, and just as he was about to say something more, a soldier guarding the city wall suddenly let out an exclamation:

"Army! A lot of troops! Another army is coming! ”

Hearing this, Gompati's originally smug face suddenly became stiff and pale.