The first barricades had already been knocked down, or rather destroyed, in cooperation with the artillery of the Milanese with Gompati.

Struggling through the ruins, the Milanese raised their flag and began to approach the second and only barricade not far away.

However, they soon discovered that the barricade was much stronger than they had imagined.

The barricades, supported by stones and demolished beams, lay in the middle of the road, and the muzzles and crossbows protruding from the windows of the houses on either side of the barricades were not disguised as they were pointed at the approaching Milanese.

"Do you remember what to do?!" Alexander asked the men around him aloud, and the musket in his hand was raised flat, and the muzzles of the guns were pointed at the enemy on the opposite side.

"As long as you persevere, you can survive!"

Many people shouted at the same time, but their voices sounded a little hesitant, and some of the hands holding weapons were shaking.

"Do you remember what to do?!"

Alexander asked again yelling.

"As long as you persevere, you can survive!"

More people roared.

"Remember, keep going and you'll survive!" Alexander's hand lightly pressed on the trigger "Ready~"

The Milanese were getting closer, and even the same nervous expressions on their faces could already be clearly seen.

"Charge!"

"Shooting~"

Orders were given almost simultaneously on both sides of the barricade, and the two armies, close enough to hear each other's orders, began to attack their opponents at the same time.

The Milanese began to charge, their pace quickening, and the moment they were no longer in formation scattered, but the distance between them and the barricades was rapidly reduced.

100 meters, 80 meters, almost 50 meters!

Some of the Milanese had already cried out for victory, and at this distance they did not think that the barricade, which was only two men high, could hold them back.

One row, two rows, the sound of musket fire came from the opposite side, some people fell in response, and more people were still rushing forward.

There was something in front of me that looked dark, but the already frantic soldiers didn't pay attention, they thought it would be much safer to get under the wall, even if it was just a little respite.

A loud bang came from the opposite barricade, and thick smoke instantly covered the street.

The sound was so loud that it seemed like the whole street was shaking.

The solid cannonballs flew almost straight towards the Milanese, and someone saw it instinctively and dodged to the side, but it was useless, and the dodger knew nothing but the heat that was coming to them.

Cannonballs crashed straight into the crowd like loose mustangs!

The people of Milan have never seen artillery used in the streets, or in this day and age, no one has thought of erecting artillery on the streets.

So when the cannonball began to roll forward in the crowd, many of the fragile human bodies in front of it had no time to dodge, and they had already been crushed into pieces by it.

The cannonball was still dividing forward, but it drew a small curve and fell to the ground and smashed a shallow hole, then bounced, fell, bounced again, and fell again, each time tearing out a curved bloody rainbow in the crowd,

When it fell for the last time, the cannonball was obviously unable to withstand the damage caused by the violent vibrations, and with a small sound, the cannonball broke into countless small pieces and burst out in all directions.

The sound of rubble crashing against armor and screams from breaking bones or hitting places unprotected by armor echoed throughout the streets.

Soon the man who rushed to the front noticed that there were few companions around him, until the last soldier in the first row noticed that he was the only one standing there stupidly, he stopped to look at the barricade that seemed to be close in front of him, and then slowly turned to look behind.

The chaotic procession had stopped, and a blood-colored alley smashed by cannonballs divided the whole procession into left and right sections.

The soldier opened his mouth, as if he didn't know what to do, and when he turned his head to look at the barricades, he shook his head in panic, then threw away his shield and sword, and sat down on the ground.

At this time, it seemed to him that the barricade, which was not very tall, was like a terrible monster lying in front of him, as if it would pounce on him at any moment and tear him apart completely.

The Milanese's attack was dealt a crushing blow before it could fully begin.

Cheers rang out from the barricades, not only the Agri but also the Genoese, at least for whom they were cheering heartily for their victory.

Everyone knew what defeat meant to them, and even the Genoese, who had seemed shaken from the start, understood that there was no way back.

The horrific casualties inflicted on the Milanese by Gompati's artillery strikes shocked the Genoese, and the long-standing feud between the two sides made the Genoese understand what would happen if they fell into the hands of the Milanese.

Some people tried to run away, but soon they discovered that the guys known as the Hunters were right behind them.

The first to escape was shot mercilessly.

This is something that these mercenaries could not have imagined, and although they were punished for escaping from the battlefield in the past, most of them would not be held accountable.

The idea that a mercenary is not obligated to put his life on the line for his employer makes most people not believe what they see.

There were also people who thought about mutiny, but Alexander had apparently thought of this, or rather, he didn't trust the Genoese mercenaries from the beginning, so he had already gathered the mercenary captains to his side, and at the same time mixed the Genoese and the Agri.

For the Agri, there was no way back.

Fighting far from home left them as close as they could, and more importantly they knew better than the Genoese what the Milanese hated them.

Once caught, there will be no good results, and these mountain people from the mountains of southern Italy really showed their fierce nature at this time.

The Agri were terrible, they knew how to take care of their fellow countrymen, and who to fight with, and when the enemy rushed forward, the Genoese were surprised by the fire of the musketeers, and then gradually relieved.

Now, the enemy opposite them had to cower and retreat after being hit head-on, and the cheers on the barricades and rooftops instantly resounded over the town of Orar.

"Agri~! Agri~! ”

I don't know who shouted first, and then everyone shouted, and the soldiers shouted like demonstratives to the Venetians who were slowly retreating to the opposite barricade to confront them.

At least at this moment, the Milanese knew about an army called the Agri.

Alexander handed the musket to the men around him, and he stood on a stone in the barricade and looked at the Venetians confronting them across the smoke-filled street.

Despite his exhaustion, Alexander knew he had to persevere, and a determined commander could make his soldiers equally determined.

The terrain of Orar is very peculiar, and the town is getting narrower and narrower, which makes people involuntarily concentrate towards the middle, which is probably the most terrifying thing about Oral.

"A loophole," Alexander remembered how Carlo had described the place before, "a funnel that constantly sucks human blood out of the body." ”

Carlo didn't know when he came to Alexander's side, his face was excited, and although his arm seemed to be less flexible because of the injury, his spirit was indescribably good.

Instead of letting Carlo stay with him, Alexander ordered him to take the huntsmen and bohemians around the town to raid and harass the lone or outnumbered Venetian squads.

The purpose was to force them to move closer to the middle of the town.

Carlo was glad to carry out this mission, and in his opinion Alexander handed over the chasseurs to him, which showed that he was still useful, at least in Alexander's mind.

"Your Excellency, we have won."

"Not yet," Alexander reminded Carlo of his excitement, "and don't forget that we have far more enemies in front of us, as well as the Venetians outside the town." ”

"So what are you going to do?" Carlo lowered his voice, he knew that the words could not be heard by the others, "Maybe it might be better for us to retreat at this time." ”

"Not at this time." Alexander was not angry at Carlo's suggestion to retreat, but if it weren't for Oral, he might have been the first to flee after discovering Pittigliano's attempt.

Alexander never thought that bravery was a virtue, maybe bravery was a necessary condition for victory, but it would be a bit foolish to make bravery one of the virtues in life.

"Sometimes showing weakness or even cowardice is also a need, and no one can have a completely correct answer when a lion or a fox." Alexander said to Oflei, who was beside him, "Do you think it is necessary for us to retreat?" ”

"There are too many Milanese," said Ofleyil, looking at the barricades opposite, hesitantly, "we can stop them now, but what about the Venetians, what is that Calgino doing, maybe we should have a decent retreat." ”

"Or is there a dignified surrender?" Alexander chuckled, then his gaze turned out of town, and muttered "Good Offrey, what is Calgino doing......"

7,000 against 15,000, Calgino was not arrogant enough to think that he could still win with such a disparity in strength.

But 7000 against 10000, Cardgino saw hope of winning.

Especially when the Milanese left their Venetian allies and turned away, Cardino was keenly aware of the sudden chaos that Venice had fallen into because of the departure of the Milanese on the left.

Cargino did not miss this opportunity, which may never have happened again, and while many Venetian officers were still scolding the Milanese for their actions, the Genoese under Calgino's command were already pouring towards the Venetians' chaotic left flank!

7,000 vs. 10,000, it's still a huge difference, but if it's 7,000 vs. 2,000, Cardino sees no reason why he shouldn't get this God-given victory.

The Venetians' previous attempt to lure the Genoese into the ambush trap of the Milanese and to relax their left flank to expose the void became their bitter fruit.

After the Milanese abruptly left them behind, the weak left wing of the Venetians, who numbered only 2,000 men, was completely exposed to Cargino.

"What a gift and an opportunity from God."

Cargino let out a shout, his face undisguised with excitement, and at this moment he seemed to see a victory that would leave him in history beckoning.

"Rush over, rush after me, see if there is any, our victory is there!"

Calgino held his spear aloft so that everyone around him could see the clan emblem on the tip of his spear.

The Genoese began to move, pouring like mercury into the ditch towards the weak left flank of the Venetians, while the Genoese, who were in the front, put up a stubborn resistance at the orders of Calgino, pushing the enemy who was attacking them.

Bands after groups of Genoese threw themselves into the void of the Venetian's left flank, and when the Venetians finally realized the crisis, they found themselves in the encirclement of the Genoese.

The Venetians panicked, and they began to try to send troops to support the left flank, which was in a bitter battle, but Calgino's central forces, which had been prepared, dragged the Venetians who tried to divide their forces. Under the rain of crossbows, several reinforcements sent by the Venetians were held back by the Genoese in front of the slope that was once occupied by the Milanese but was now occupied by the Genoese.

Across the slope, every shout and scream made the Venetians anxious, knowing that their companions, who had only 2,000 men, would face an enemy many times their own, which made the Venetian commanders fear that the left flank might collapse at any moment.

Another herald rushed forward, and the Venetian general gave the strictest order that the threat from the left flank must be removed at all costs.

The Venetians attacked again, gritting their teeth against the rain of arrows above their heads, and almost every step forward was the fall of arrows, and the Venetian ranks began to waver, and the officers urged and reprimanded in the ranks, although they were also frightened by the madness of the Genoese, but for fear of punishment they had to insist on leading the team to the top of the slope occupied by the Genoese.

The Venetian, who had rushed to the front, finally let out a shout of joy, and when faced with the enemy, he instantly burst into courage, causing him to raise his spear and stab at the nearest Genoese crossbowman.

Enduring the loss of heavy casualties, the Venetians finally rushed to the front of the Genoese crossbowmen.

A simple killing followed, and the officer commanding the Venetian brigade at the front also let out a shout, and he seemed to see his money bag bulging even more.

But it was at this time that a figure emerged from the top of the slope that caught the attention of the Venetians.

It was a group of sturdy soldiers, and just by their unusually large size, they came from the cold north, and there were no northern mercenaries among the Venetians.

And the officer immediately recognized that the mercenaries were carrying Genoese flags.

Behind that slope was supposed to be the Venetian left flank, but now there was a Genoese army.

All this can only say one thing.

"The left flank has been routed?!"

This terrible thought crossed the minds of all the Venetians, even the ordinary soldiers, and they could not help but stop rushing towards the enemy's crossbowmen, and then they saw more and more Genoese troops appear on the slopes.

As the soldier who had rushed to the front in the distance disappeared behind the slope, Cardino instinctively looked up at the sun that was gradually setting in the west overhead.

At about 2 p.m. on May 3, the Genoese completely routed the left flank of the Venetian army, and as the Genoese swept towards the Venetian army from the flank, the situation on the battlefield began to change dramatically.

At the same time that the Genoese were charging against the Venetian army, the offensive and defensive battles in the town of Oral, with the artillery positions on the terrace as the goal, were also in the heat of battle.

Alexander threw away the spear in his hand, which, despite the elaborate pattern on the hilt, was now more useful to him than a fine musket.

Swinging the knife, Alexander barely blocked the fatal blow from the enemy on the opposite side, but because he was too tired, the weak resistance in his hands did not completely block the enemy, the harsh friction sound made Alexander break out in a cold sweat all over his body, and the nervousness and fear made him take advantage of the enemy's mistake to show a flaw and stab the opponent in the stomach, but he did not hear the other party's miserable curse before dying.

Alexander was already skeptical that he would be able to hold the barricade in the end, and the Milanese's determination for revenge had clearly exceeded his expectations.

Two shots rang out almost simultaneously, and one of the soldiers who rushed in front of Alexander fell backwards screaming, two bloody holes in his chest and two in his neck, and when he fell, the incessant screams of pain because he was not yet dead frightened the others, and the Milanese finally hesitated to retreat under the barricades again.

"Are you alright, sir," Barrow Busako tossed the smoking musket to the man next to him, and he looked back and forth as he pulled Alexander's body hard, "I saw that man slashed you." ”

"I'm fine, but if you wrench it around like this, you'll probably break my arm." Alexander said, looking up at the sky.

The sun overhead, which was only slightly setting to the west, seemed to say that it was still early.

"Looks like things are going a little bad, maybe I've run out of good luck." Alexander reluctantly whispered to Paolo Busako, "Listen, if the Milanese launch another attack like this, we may really not be able to withstand it, so you go and tell Gompati not to skimp on gunpowder and artillery, and from now on fire all the shells against the Milanese." ”

Paolo Busako nodded solemnly, knowing that Alexander had sent him to deliver the message, apparently aware of the critical situation.

"It looks like we're really going to be in trouble this time," Alexander silently filled the musket with his back as he looked at Paolo Busako's back in the distance.

A violent cannon fire rang out from the mesa, and the deafening sound made many people have to plug their ears.

Because you can't hear clearly, you need to use your body to feel what is happening in the outside world.

There was a roar on the ground, and a group of Milanese cavalry in shining armor stepped over the corpses and rushed towards the barricades, their spears pointed straight ahead, the harsh reflection on the tips of the spears making people panic.

"Cavalry!"

An Agri musketeer roared, accompanied by the sharp whistling of cannonballs tearing through the air.

"Is this the last time?"

Alexander didn't know whether he was talking about himself or the Milanese, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his grip on the handle of his gun tightened.

"Ready~Aim~"

The familiar command sounded over the barricades, and the Agri musketeers stared ahead and raised their weapons.

The enemy is about to charge, and the musketeers are ready to attack!

At this moment, a horn came from outside the town, and when the horn was heard, the charging Milanese cavalry couldn't help but stagnate.

They knew it was a signal from the Venetians, and this signal told them that the Venetians were retreating!