Shaskina was cradling a pot of finely chopped minced meat when she heard the shouts outside, she hadn't eaten anything so good in a long time.

In the past, the tribe had stayed in some places for a long time, but they were quickly driven away, they received no help from the locals, and even if they were willing to pay for it, they were often suspected of stealing.

Shaskina is used to this kind of day, so if she has the opportunity to eat the second best, of course she will not let it go.

The gypsies never cared about the killings of the local lords who passed by, so when she heard the sudden shouts of killing, she couldn't help but stop and look at the door in a daze.

She first pricked up her ears to listen, and then suddenly pushed away the meat paste in front of her in a panic and rushed out of the door in a panic.

By this time the Venetian vanguard had already crossed the center of the town, and they crowded the main road towards the town, but what made them a little strange was that they did not find any enemies along the way, although they saw from a distance that the opposite street seemed to have been blocked, but except for the shield soldiers in front of them who carefully raised their shields, the army behind only slowly followed.

Occasionally, passing through some of the alleys that ran through the houses on either side of the street, you could see the companions passing by in the side streets, which relieved the Venetians, who had been worried about the possibility of being attacked, began to quicken their pace, and as the barricades that cut off the way in front became clearer, the Venetians stopped at the sound of a horn behind them.

They knew that as was customary, this would be the last time they would form before attacking, and then they would rush at the enemy in desperation.

But it was at this time that the gunshots rang out!

The Venetians at the front of the line didn't even have time to react to the sudden burst of earth-shattering gunfire, and the projectiles were already rushing towards them like a storm!

The sound of the "poof" projectile piercing through the flesh and the "clanging" sound of the armor of the shield being hit were mixed together, but they were all muffled by the roar of the musket fire at this moment, and even when the people at the front were shot and fell to the ground and screamed in pain, the people at the back of the line did not notice what was happening.

The line gathered in the streets was so tight that in front of the muzzles of rows of muskets, this sudden attack instantly turned into a prologue to a blood-licking feast of death!

When the bloody aura suddenly rushed from the front, the Venetians in the back were even in a daze

The Venetians didn't know what was going on.

The enemy is still so far away, and there is a strong shield wall ahead.

Even if the Genoese were on the other side, who were skilled in using heavy crossbows, it was unlikely that they would pose any threat due to the distance.

Everything was so taken for granted that some of the Venetian veterans were even whispering and laughing, but then with the roar of muskets, there was a terrible scream ahead!

A taller soldier was still looking ahead on his tiptoes, and then his head suddenly flicked back, and then his head was so strangely tilted to the ground that he collapsed.

The companion next to him habitually dragged his arm, but he was almost dragged down, because of this drag, the tall man's body couldn't help but turn to the side, his face twisted upward, and then the companion saw his nostrils that had turned into a bloody hole after being beaten.

As she ran out of the house, she saw a large cloud of smoke rising from the barricade in the distance, and she hurriedly looked around, but was soon staggered by someone who was hurrying by.

The men shouted at her rarely, and some of them simply pushed her aside when they thought she was in the way, and Shaskina was a little dazed and couldn't help but follow the soldiers who ran to the barricades, until she saw that someone seemed to be fine, so she hurried over and asked aloud, "What is going on here?" ”

Carlo was standing on a stone and staring at the barricade in front of him, a makeshift second line of defense on the road on Alexander's orders.

Now that Carlo was standing at the head of the second line of defense, he could not see clearly what was ahead, and could only judge whether the team in front of him was calm by the interval between the two rounds of musket fire.

Carlo's forehead was covered with sweat, it was the first time that the Agri had participated in a real big battle, the tension was enough to suffocate everyone, and even worse was the retreat of the Genoese, which made them stand in front of Venice all at once!

Carlo was taken aback by the sudden appearance of Shaskina, who looked at the woman out of nowhere, and saw that she was dressed in a bohemian woman, which surprised Carlo even more.

It was unlucky to meet a bohemian woman, this thought made Carlo almost go crazy for a moment, he made a gurgling sound in his throat, and his face instantly stared at Shaskina, although this bohemian woman seemed to be beautiful, but now Carlo had an urge to give this woman a knife.

At that moment, they heard the earth-shattering roar of artillery!

Shaskina pounced forward with a pale face, she had never heard such a terrible sound, it was simply more terrifying than the snoring of the legendary devil, she forgot everything and just wanted to hide in which corner, so when she crashed into the arms of the man in front of her, Shaskina desperately stuck her head on Caro's chest, and at the same time let out a hysterical cry from her mouth.

The sudden change froze Carlo, who instinctively reached out to grab the woman who threw himself into his arms, and at the same time involuntarily raised his head, and looked into the distance with the loud and piercing sound that whistled overhead.

The Venetians looked up at this time, and they sensed something flying over their heads, and it was fast and with a terrifying whistling sound.

For a moment, many of the people in the group bent down in fear, but soon they realized that the whistling seemed to be just overhead, which made them turn their heads to look behind them in a bit of confusion.

Then the Venetians were stunned to see a few black objects streak across their heads and fall towards the church not far behind them.

A loud "boom~" was heard, and the tallest building in Oral, the centuries-old church bell tower, was unfortunately shot in the first round of artillery fire.

Several shells hit the bell tower one after another, and in an instant the lower half of the bell tower was smashed to the point that less than half of it was still connected to the upper part, and the flat roof lasted for a few seconds, and then finally it could not bear it and began to tilt.

Looking at the spire of the bell tower that fell diagonally, the Venetian woke up from his stupor, and as someone shouted loudly, the procession gathered in the street was instantly chaotic.

"Captain, we seem to have blown up the church."

On the mesa, a gunner said to Gompati, who was also stunned.

"Yes, we seem to have blown up the church," Gompati grunted and nodded, he didn't understand how the first shot had sent the church bell tower up to the sky, and if only one shell hit the church, it could not have been a coincidence that several shells hit the church at the same time.

Looking back at the strange eyes that the gunners had thrown at him, Gompati suddenly remembered that he had corrected the cannons himself.

Looking at the direction of the bell tower, which was once the tallest building in the whole town, Gompati vaguely realized that it was the result that he had repeatedly used the bell tower as a reference to calculate the target according to the method given to him by Alexander.

It's just that he never thought that the first shot would actually bombard the church into the sky!

"God, forgive me for my crimes," Gompati made a cross in a panic on his chest, then turned back and yelled at the gunners who were still in a daze, "What are you still doing, hurry up and work, don't you know that this is war!" ”

Carlo finally "got rid of" the bohemian woman who had appeared inexplicably, and when he rushed up the barricade with his men, he saw a miserable scene not far away.

There were piles of corpses lying on the street, some of them were not dead, but they were just lying on the ground screaming for help, and the scarlet blood had dyed the stone pavement black and red, and the choking smell of blood permeated every corner of the street.

The spearmen stood nervously behind the barricades, the Agri among them had fought in the Bruini Valley and outside Rome, and the Genoese were also experienced.

But standing behind the barricades, they were a little dazed.

Carlo looked out of the open windows to see figures swaying in the house and in the attic: Agri musketeers and Genoese crossbowmen.

Carlo clenched the short axe in his hand, a long sword was not as useful and terrifying as an axe at such times.

Carlo looked to his side again, and he saw the nervous expressions of the soldiers and heard the rapid breathing of someone next to him.

One of the Genoese mercenaries next to him was panting with his mouth wide open, but he didn't care that the sweat that ran from the tip of his nose slid down his lips and into his mouth.

A horn made Carlo look the other side.

At the same time, there was a dull sound of countless footsteps on the ground.

The Venetians, after being hit head-on in confusion, finally began to attack.

The shieldmen at the front approached slowly and cautiously, and they were not allowed to step on the corpses of their companions on the ground, which slowed them down considerably.

When they finally crossed the "barrier", they paused slightly, followed by a shout from the ranks, and the Venetians moved faster and faster, and then rushed out from behind their shields a group of mercenaries armed with axes and small shields.

After a long stalemate, the brutal hand-to-hand encounter finally broke out!

When the first round of muskets rang out, Alexander quickly came to the attic of the house closest to the barricade, from which he could see most of the streets, and because of this, when he saw the church bell tower collapse with a bang, Alexander couldn't help but look at Ofrei, who was standing a little dazed.

"My lord, I just drew a map of the town to that Gompati, you know the height of the bell tower of the church, just enough to help him find the target, but I didn't say that I wanted him to use the church as the target."

Ofleiyi defended himself with a pale face, he couldn't understand how the pistian had blown up the church so coincidentally during the first round of shooting, and looking at the smoke rising from the town, Oflaiyi couldn't even imagine what kind of afterimage the church should be.

"Don't do such stupid things next time," Alexander said lightly as he looked at the marching captain with a restless look, and after a pause, he added, "Don't forget that Lucrezia is the Pope's daughter, and it will upset her." ”

With that, Alexander's gaze again fell on the barricade in the distance.

Oflaiyi's face was even more ugly, he began to feel that this marching army captain was not easy to be at this time, and when he thought that he would have to take into account the feelings of adults and women in the future, Oflaiyi suddenly felt a little missing Sophia.

Forward, charging, Alexander looked at the rapidly approaching Venetians, only he knew, and when he seemed to discuss which of his women would be unhappy with the bombardment of the church, his fists hidden under the armor were already clenched.

The Venetians rushed forward desperately, huddled together to the seemingly impregnable barrier in front of them, believing that a single rush would scare off the enemies hiding behind the ramparts.

The Venetians were right, and when the black-pressed mercenaries rushed up, both the Agri and the Genoese were so frightened that some even threw down their weapons and prepared to flee.

"No one is born a hero."

At this moment, Carlo, whose face turned pale, remembered what Alexander had said to him before he came to the position,

"So never put your hopes of victory entirely on the bravery of the soldiers, the only thing that can make the soldiers brave is to let them know that they can win."

The corners of Carlo's mouth trembled slightly, and looking at the oncoming enemy, he clutched the Agri banner that had been prepared next to him, and waved it down with all his might.

As the flags fell, the streets were filled with the sound of muskets in the windows of the houses on both sides of the street, in the attics, and behind the balconies that protruded.

At the same time, mixed with the sound of gunfire, there was also the dark shadow of Genoese heavy crossbows shooting through the smoke towards the enemy.

As if being hit by an invisible punch, the Venetian's forward momentum stalled for a moment, and this time in addition to the people in the front were shot one after another, even in the back, there were people who were condescendingly hit and fell to the ground.

"Rush forward!"

An officer shouted loudly in the crowd, the vicissitudes and scars on his face seemed to prove the correctness of his order, and sure enough, when the soldiers in front hesitated because of their indecision, the second round of projectiles was already whistling towards them with the sound of gunfire again!

The sight of another man being shot and falling to the ground frightened the Venetians, who slowed down, and on the street, which was only a few dozen meters away from the barricades, the Venetians almost stopped their previous charge.

"The Venetians don't dare to come!" An Agri spearman screamed excitedly, and then suddenly let out a startled "huh".

An officer in armor rushed out of the crowd, a sword in his hand, the sound of which seemed audible even from a distance as he stepped forward.

"Rush up, only rush up, we have no way out!"

The Venetian with the scar on his face roared and rushed towards the barricades, his feet unpleasant but unusually determined, his sword raised high in his hand glittering in the sunlight.

A musketeer raised his gun, and he was sure to hit the man.

The gun went off, and then the Venetian could be seen bending down suddenly, but then he straightened up again and ran forward, and the people in the barricades saw the darkness on his armor.

Didn't shoot through!

The faces of the Agri musketeers changed dramatically, for the first time they faced an enemy who could not be killed even if they were hit.

"See, he's not dead! Rush up! ”

Another shout rang out from among the Venetian ranks, and in an instant this shout swept through the already timid Venetian army.

The charge was launched again, and in just a few tens of meters, the two sides collided together in an instant.

The piercing and terrible sound of fighting almost broke out completely at the moment of the battle between the two sides, and the front of the imsolid barricade was instantly full of splatters of blood and severed limbs, and the people who rushed to the front could not even see the faces of the enemy on the opposite side before they were stabbed in the chest or directly pierced in the cheeks by spears protruding from the barricades, but their bodies had no chance to fall at all, but were pushed and pounced on the barricade by the people behind, and then they were quickly overwhelmed by the crowd of people swarming up.

The sounds of slashing, screaming and cries for help from the wounded mingled at both ends of the barricade, and the bloody and horrific slaughter made the obstacle across the road the most terrible hell in the town of Orar for a while.