In the cold winter, the white clouds in the sky slowly floated, casting shadows on the ground, and the clouds blocked the sun, and the ground changed in such a way that it was bright and dark.

It was already very hot in May, so whenever there were clouds blocking the sun, there would be a burst of refreshment, but then soon this refreshment was replaced by dry heat, so people alternately felt the favor from early summer in this kind of cool and hot times.

Cardino's mood is obviously somewhat similar to this weather, with the appearance of the enemy, his mood is also sunny and dark, sometimes good and sometimes bad, the scouts report the whereabouts of the enemy one by one, and Cargino is experiencing unimaginable torment in this change again and again.

With 7,000 to 15,000, Cardino didn't think he would win, he thought more about how to make sure he could retreat safely.

Cargino was not a self-righteous man, he never felt that he was superior to others, and he was able to succeed on the battlefield not so much because he was brave but because he was able to think more than others, or because he was more sensitive to the reasons that might cause his defeat.

Calgino thought he could charge without hesitation, but he would not allow his army to engage the enemy blindly like a reckless knight.

He needed cautious and safe warfare rather than the rambling of a bunch of reckless men, and he would rather command an obedient but smaller army than fight with a rabble.

So even though some of his men were angry that the Agri were hiding in the town of Oral, Cargino did not think of letting Alexander's men get involved in his war.

"The Milanese cavalry has occupied the edge of the road," another scout came to report, in fact, this was a bit redundant, Calgino looked at the smoke and dust raised in the distance and guessed that it was the cavalry of the Milanese.

Unlike all city-states, the Sforza family in Milan apparently has some inexplicable affection for the mercenary profession.

Perhaps because he started as a mercenary, and finally cleverly got the current Milan from his original employer, the Sforza family is obviously more wary of mercenaries.

In Milan, there is neither a mercenary trade union nor any mercenary organization, because the Duke of Milan, Sforza, is himself the largest mercenary leader.

They organized mercenaries, trained them, provided them with the famous Milanese equipment that made the rest of the world look at them, and then signed them with the Duke of Milan as their employer.

Whether it is rented out or used for their own use, the mercenaries' actions are determined by the Sforza family themselves, which not only eliminates the possible unfavorable actions for the Sforza family, but also earns a large amount of mercenary money for Milan, which can be said to be a national mercenary export organization similar to Switzerland, which is famous for selling mercenaries.

However, because of this, the training of Milanese is more delicate and organized than that of mercenaries in other places, because the Milanese mercenaries are all from the same place and receive the same kind of training.

The sparkle on the armor of the Milanese cavalry always caught the enemy's eye before they could see their appearance, and the shocking scene often brought about the enemy before the Milanese could charge.

If they encounter an opponent who is determined to fight and is not afraid to die, the Milanese will show them the sturdiness of the armor that is so beautiful that it is a treasure of art and the power of the equally beautiful but ferocious Milanese sword.

Shadows had already appeared on the horizon in the distance, some of them running sideways, others circling back and forth, and then the cavalry slowly disappeared below the horizon.

Kargino looked to his sides.

The 7,000 Genoese men, in addition to about 1,800 shield-bearing crossbowmen, also had about 1,000 cavalry, which was a small fraction of Genoa's few cavalry.

The Genoese did not like cavalry.

They preferred to trust the slow but powerful crossbowmen and the halberders, rather than feed the light and heavy cavalry that seemed to be a little redundant.

So even if you know the role of cavalry on the battlefield, there are still not many Genoese cavalry now.

1,000 people is already a lot of them.

Then there are more than a dozen different battle brigades, large and small, with nearly 4,000 spear and halberd brigades and a small number of sword and shield soldiers.

As for the musketeers, Cardino looked at the men who were mixed in the ranks, sometimes with firearms, and a look of contempt crossed his face under his face armor.

What he had said to Alexander before was entirely from his heart, and Calgino despised firearms and, even more, those who wielded them.

In his opinion, a true knight should be brave enough to face sharp spears and blood-stained tomahawks capable of splitting armor and tearing apart bodies, not cowards hiding in the shadows and playing with black guns.

Cargino hated firearms, and felt that even heavy crossbowmen were nobler than those who wielded muskets, and although more and more mercenary units had begun to be armed with muskets in Milan, and even hundreds of musketeers appeared in his ranks, Cargino was convinced that muskets were just a flash in the pan.

The future will certainly remain the age of knights and the armor, spears, horses and swords that accompany them to glory.

The open space between the town of Oral and the jungle was not very large, except for the slopes that had been occupied by the Genoese, and only a few farmsteads and scattered farmhouses dotted in the distance, and the rest was only a large open area with little undulation.

In the middle of the clearing, a large road stretches away, disappearing into the horizon in the distance, and the other side leads to the town of Orar.

"It's a great battleground."

Calgino whispered, and he lifted his visor and sniffed it deeply, causing him to sneeze as the wheat flour mixed with the thick scent of barley made him sneeze, and then he immediately lowered his visor as he saw the shadows that were gradually appearing behind the horizon rising in the distance.

The coalition marched slowly, except that the cavalry in front soon stopped about half a mile from the Genoese, and the ranks behind did not seem to be in a hurry.

They walked forward slowly, many of them even in columns, and even when they were almost within a farf of the Genoese, they only spread out their ranks in a slow and orderly manner.

"My lord, the Venetians have gone mad," one of his men shouted excitedly, "they have not even formed a formation, and if we charge now, they will be crushed." ”

The words of his subordinates aroused the excitement of the others, and they all looked at Cardino, their eyes could not help but flash with impulsive light, some of them had begun to rub their hands uncontrollably, and even the heralds behind him were ready, just waiting for Cardino to give the order and blow the horn of the charge.

Calgino looked at the people next to him helplessly, he knew that these people were brave, as long as he ordered them to never spare their lives, but sometimes bravery may not help him.

Cardino knew that his enemies did not mean to despise him, and more likely, it was a trap.

"No, we'll just wait here," Calgino looked at the jungle in the distance, which was vaguely dark and looked like some beast was lurking in it.

Sure enough, when it was discovered that the Genoese had not been fooled, a trumpet rang out in the Venetian ranks.

A faint roar of the earth came from the direction of the jungle, and in the wilderness leading to the jungle on one side of the battlefield, an army of equal numbers slowly appeared.

Looking at the army, the faces of the people around Calgino changed, and they looked at each other with a faint look of fear in their eyes.

"If I had ordered an attack before, my flank would have been surrounded by this Venetian army by this time."

Cardino wanted to turn his head to look at his men, but the heavy armor limited his movements, so he didn't see the men's eyes.

"7,000 vs. 15,000, or more?"

Calgino silently asked himself that he needed to make sure that this army was taken away from the battlefield safely, not that they would die here, but that would be too bad for him to retreat without a fight.

As Cardino said, he was the one to become the governor of Genoa, which required him to have formidable prestige, but if he retreated without a fight, it would be devastating for himself and for his family.

Just think about the fact that the old Rovere actually rejected his marriage to Barendi, but then let his daughter get engaged to the Neapolitan nouveau riche, it can be seen that even the Rovere family is not so optimistic about the Carginos.

"It's an opportunity, it's an opportunity, it's an opportunity......"

Calgino kept whispering to himself, he knew that he was a general and a knight, and he knew that he should give everything to achieve victory, but as a member of the Cargino family, he knew better what was more important to him.

At last he moved his horse's head, looked at his men and asked, "Do you think the Venetians are trying to destroy us?" ”

"Aren't they, they're going to surround us now," one officer pointed to the enemy, who was slowly approaching from the direction of the jungle, "and they were obviously trying to crush us from the flank, and then cut off our retreat." ”

"In that case, let's retreat," Calgino nodded, and suddenly ordered the herald next to him, "order our right flank to retreat to the edge of the road." ”

The people around them looked at Cardino in amazement, they couldn't understand the manager's intentions, but Cargino's accurate guess of the judgment of the Venice ambush before, made them believe that the coach's decision must have deeper intentions.

On the platform south of the town, when he saw that the right flank of the Genoese outside the town began to slowly retreat towards the edge of the main road, Gompati, who had been busy building the fort, couldn't help but stop what he was doing and looked at this strange change with some blankness.

"Captain, why are the Genoese starting to retreat," a plastered-faced gunner walked up to Gompati and surveyed the battlefield in the distance, "what are they doing here?" ”

"I don't know," Gompati shook his head in a daze, "maybe it's because they are so small in number, so they want to tighten up the formation, considering that the Venetians seem to have a lot more than them." ”

"Yes, I don't know what our Lord Count thinks, but there are only so many of us, if we are outside the town, there may be a chance to escape, but stay in the town once the Venetians attack......"

The gunner was still chattering, but Gompati's face suddenly changed in an instant.

He turned his head to look at the gunner, then suddenly turned his head to look out of town, and then Gompati suddenly cursed in the local Pisan dialect, and then ran down the slope of the terrace in desperation!

"My lord! Venetian! And the damned Genoese! ”

Gompati kept running down the streets, jumping over streets and alleys that had been blocked by horse-drawn carriages and torn walls.

Groups of soldiers looking out of attic or house windows rushed through several courtyards and crashed into a house under the stunned gaze of a group of soldiers looking out of the attic or the windows of the house, and finally stopped at the loud voice of Paul Busako, who was blocking the door to the room.

"My lord, that damn Calgino! That despicable Genoese! He betrayed us! ”

Gompati shouted at the closed door, if he hadn't known that he might not be an opponent, he might have already made a move against Paolo Busako who was in his way.

"Captain, keep your voice down," Paul Busako muttered dissatisfiedly, for this Gompati who had only followed Alexander since Pisa, Paolo Busako did not have too much rejection like Carlo, but it was inevitable that he would be regarded as an 'outsider' like the other Agri, "Your Excellency is meeting guests, you don't look good." ”

"Guest?" Gompati was stunned, "This is a battlefield, and there may be a big battle soon, how can there be guests at this time?!" ”

The corners of Paolo Busakó's mouth twitched slightly, he knew that Gompati's question was actually correct, and even he thought about the guest inside was a little incredible.

However, he still dutifully stood at the door, blocking Gompati, who was about to jump to his feet.

Gompati's face darkened a little, and as he began to wonder if he could draw his sword faster than Paul Busako, the closed door suddenly opened.

Alexander appeared at the door.

Looking at Gompati, who was about to rush over and rush to speak, Alexander raised his hand to stop him, and then calmly asked: "Has Kargino's right flank begun to retreat?" ”

"Yes," Gompati nodded, before exclaiming excitedly, "that damn Genoese betrayed us, and he left us completely exposed to the Venetians." ”

Alexander listened calmly to Gompati's report, then he looked at the Pisan man and asked, "Are you scared then?" ”

Gompati was stunned, and only then did he realize that there was indeed an indescribable fear in his anger at seeing the Genoese completely abandon the right flank and retreat.

Now that Alexander suddenly asked, Gompati did not know how to answer for a moment.

"It's not scary to be afraid," Alexander smiled, "but I wonder if you don't have confidence in your artillery?" ”

"Of course not," Gompati cried out angrily, "I believe that as long as my artillery positions are not destroyed by the Venetians, I will be able to let them know who is the master of the battlefield." ”

"Then you need not be afraid," Alexander said, looking at Paolo Busako beside him, "because I am equally confident that my Agri will guarantee that your artillery positions will not fall into the hands of the Venetians." ”

Paolo Busako's face flushed, and he bowed slightly to Alexander, bowing in gratitude to the lord for his trust in the Agri.

After all, with the change of Alexander's identity, not only Carlo, but all Agri people have a vague sense of loneliness that is being marginalized.

And it was at this special moment concerning his personal future and even his life that Alexander openly expressed his trust in the Agri.

Looking at the two slightly excited subordinates in front of him, Alexander turned around and smiled slightly into the room, and then said: "Madam, it's an honor to meet you here, but this place will soon become a battlefield, so I can only send someone to send you to a safe place." ”

"You don't have to worry about my safety at all," a sweet voice full of magnetism came from the room, and in Gompati's stunned gaze, a beautiful woman appeared in the doorway, "I think even at the Venetian, I have some friends." ”

"I have no doubt about that, after all, your name is a household name in Rome, Lady Olgala."

After Alexander finished speaking, he turned his head and shouted to the herald standing outside the room: "Tell the whole army, prepare for battle!" ”