Rocca di Paz is located in the southeast of Rome, and although it is not high, it overlooks the city of Rome from the hill.

Jossa knew that Alexander had stood on this hill and looked down at the city when he came to Rome, and that Alexander was just a small lord who had come to live in the territory of Agri in Naples, and no one knew who he was, let alone that he would be the one who would decide the fate of the city in a few years.

Now, standing in the same place on the top of this hill, she is also looking down on this thousand-year-old city, and can she also be the one who decides the fate of this Christenchurch capital?

Josa could feel the officers around her looking at her with almost fanatical gaze, for if this battle was won, the Kingdom of Naples would not only have the honor of winning a war, but the glory of conquering Rome.

Countless monarchs who have been honored to enter Rome as victors and pass through the great triumphal arch have now presented themselves with the opportunity to make the officers agitated and agitated.

"Let me tell you that we have a long time to go today," she said to the herald next to herald, who smiled angelically when she saw that she was a little stunned, and told them that I would watch from the hill and wait for them to present me Caesar's banner. ”

The herald immediately jumped on his horse and galloped away, while Shosha simply walked to a large chair that had been prepared a few paces away and sat down.

"Your Majesty, aren't you nervous?"

The lady-in-waiting, who was already pale-faced, asked uneasily, although she enjoyed enviable favors and privileges as a close confidant of the queen, and because she was trusted, she knew the special relationship between the queen and her brother that could never be known to outsiders, but the waitress never thought that she would have to experience a huge thrill that other court ladies would never experience - to go to the battlefield.

This made the waitress bluish from nervousness and fear, her body trembled, and the sweat was already soaking through her tight dress, especially when she smelled the burnt smell of the weeds that the soldiers had lit to eliminate the vision in front of her, and she was almost fainting with nervousness.

This made her no longer in the mood to enjoy the vanity of being noticed because she had seen countless pairs of eyes sneaking at her along the way.

"Of course I'm nervous, knowing that I've brought out almost half of the army of the Kingdom of Naples and Taranto, and if I fail, even if I flee back to Naples, I will have to guard against Caesar's revenge, but also against another invasion from Sicily."

A vague smile crossed her face, not in the slightest as if she was talking about her not-so-wonderful prospects.

"But as long as I'm here, it's all worth it for me."

As she spoke, she looked around, "My brother used to look at the city below, and then he conquered Rome in a few years, and now I will do the same, and then use this city to prove the glory of my family and that of my brother, and our descendants will be the best." ”

The waitress had a strange look on her face, she would never forget the accident, the horror, the incredulity, and the vaguely mixed with some indescribable excitement when she broke the brother-sister relationship, and now she proved in a way that she didn't know how to describe how special and full of passion her relationship with him was.

"Your Majesty, it seems to be moving ahead!" An attendant raised his head a little farther down below and shouted to Josha, his hand still blindly pointing down the mountain, and with his shout, Josha's eyes were already on the distant queue, "Papal Army!" ”

The first Papal soldier to see the shadow of the Neapolitan army was a veteran with a thick beard on his face, and as a sharp soldier he seemed very cautious, and as soon as he saw the neat line of neat lines on the distant hillside in front of him, the veteran instinctively bent down, and then slowly stood up straight and looked ahead.

Then he noticed that the Neapolitans looked strange.

With the exception of a few units in the middle of the formation, some of the Neapolitans did not form a deep phalanx, as he had seen in previous battles, but stretched from left to right like a belt, which made the Neapolitans seem to have a thin formation even from a distance.

Just when this veteran was surprised by the enemy on the opposite side, the army behind was slowly approaching.

Guided by the banners of Pope Alexander VI, the Papal army stepped on the soft ground, making a dull noise under its feet, and approached the Neapolitan army.

Caesar rode on a majestic black horse, its new saddle smelling of leather, and the silver ornaments on the horse glittered in the sun.

Caesar used to caress his beloved armor-piercing sword, which he had ruthlessly deprived of when he was imprisoned by Alexander, and which Caesar regarded as the most terrible humiliation of all.

Even though Alexander VI later gave him a sword with a golden handle, Caesar still wore this weapon of extraordinary significance to him, because every time he saw it, it seemed that someone kept reminding him of the great shame that he would never forget.

The strange formation of the Neapolitan army on the opposite side aroused Caesar's vigilance, and although he was eager to rush at the enemy at once, several setbacks had made him less reckless.

The Cambrai family seems to be his nemesis.

Although he didn't want to admit it, his experience had made Caesar instinctively wary of everyone and everything related to Alexander.

The woman on the other side is Alexander's sister, and this alone is enough to make Caesar a lot more careful, not to mention that as far as he knows, this young woman is indeed not simple, at least the current kingdom of Naples is subjugated in front of her.

However, perhaps the woman did have a hand to be proud of at court, but on the battlefield, Caesar believed that victory would be his, when he had 4,000 men and the other side had less than 3,000.

"With the power given by God to the Pope, our weapons are the blades given by the Vatican to defend the Holy Land, so you are all soldiers who have been given a mission, which will give you enough courage and luck," Caesar pulled his war horse and shouted loudly in front of the battle, "and I give you a good honorarium, but those are not the most important things, if you win this war, I will give you more reward, you can freely dispose of all the spoils of war, And the gold in the Vatican coffers can turn each of you into a rich man. ”

Caesar's words made the soldiers' breathing become rapid, and many of them had a burning look in their eyes, these mercenaries who made a career out of murder seemed to smell blood as well as gold, and they believed that Caesar's promise was true, because anyone knew that the consequences of cheating mercenaries were likely to be worse than losing a battle.

Now, their chance to make a fortune is on the other side, as long as they rush through this short distance of more than 100 magic yards, and then keep stabbing and slashing the blade in their hands into the enemy's body, they can get a large amount of money that they may not have in the future.

Such opportunities are really rare, and all they have to do is rush bravely and fearlessly towards the enemy after hearing the order.

A shrill trumpet sounded at this time, followed by wave after trumpet in the Papal army.

"It's time to get to work." The bearded veteran twisted his body and spat into his palm, clenching the grip of his heavy two-handed sword.

This heavy weapon, which was popular in the early years, is not so common today, but it is still enjoyed by some people, especially after the improvement of the tip of the sword to be wider than before, and the penetration is more terrifying, this two-handed sword has become a favorite weapon for many veterans.

"Aren't you coming with us?" A slightly younger soldier spat into his hands like a veteran, then looked back as he gripped his dangling spear and walked into the formation of a dense formation.

"I'm not going, it's your young business, I'm just going to be with those guys who like to sneak around."

The veteran let out a presumptuous laugh after speaking, he knew that this little soldier didn't know what would happen next, and it was obvious that although the formation of the Neapolitans on the opposite side looked strange, it seemed that the loose front would be torn apart if he rushed at the slightest stroke, but the years of experience made the veteran feel that things were not so simple.

The young soldier glanced at the veteran, he knew that the sneaky guys that the veteran said were all very old ** people like this person, these people are always wandering around the battlefield, once they see the opportunity, they will pounce on it like a hungry wolf and tear the prey to pieces, this kind of guerrilla soldiers in all armies are experienced soldiers, they can always find loopholes on the ever-changing battlefield that ordinary people can't find.

But he couldn't speak, and the four rows of spearmen began to advance at the sound of the horns.

"I'm leaving, watch out for yourself!" Although he was not his own son, but thinking that his wife told him to take good care of him when he was about to leave the house, the veteran shouted to his stepson.

"I'll go home with loot that I can't hold!"

The young soldier shouted to his stepfather's back, then walked a few briskly steps to catch up with the group in front.

The Papal army army began to approach the Neapolitans.

Caesar found a slightly higher place to watch, and when he finally saw the whole formation of the Neapolitans, the doubts in his heart were even stronger.

Caesar could clearly see that the Neapolitan formation was a little strange, and even unreasonable.

The entire Neapolitan army was lined up on the slopes of Rocadipas in a narrow formation, though they were not perfectly parallel, but diagonally in a strange way with the right wing in front and the left in the rear.

Caesar clearly saw that in the right flank of the Neapolitan army sticking down the hillside, several columns of heavy troops formed a decent-looking heavy group, and their line was also very long, but it was obviously much thicker than the left flank, which was only a few rows deep on the hillside and almost completely stretched into a straight line of three rows.

Behind the soldiers lined up, he vaguely saw some sturdy-looking carriages, and although he didn't know what they were, he still had the officers at the front line alert to the strange vehicles.

The Neapolitans also seemed to be moving, their formation gradually moving diagonally from left to right towards the bottom of the hill, some spearmen had reached the middle of the right flank, and then formed a conspicuous formation of spears in the middle of what appeared to be a group of soldiers with short spears or swords.

It was clear that the Neapolitans were trying to use this reinforced right flank to hold back the Papal army's attack.

But even so, Caesar believed that with nearly a third of the enemy's troops, he would be able to destroy the enemy on the other side.

And once the left wing collapses, which will be the first to be hit, then the relatively weak right wing will not need to care at all.

"That woman doesn't know how to fight," Caesar shook his head slightly, he deliberately paid attention to the left flank of the enemy's hillside, and after making sure that the Neapolitans did not seem to have many cavalry, he gave an order to the herald next to him, "Tell the guerrillas that if they want to get enough of them, it is best to move closer to the left side of the Neapolitans as soon as I attack, and tell them that there will soon be a hole in the battle line." ”

After Caesar finished speaking, he turned back to look at the Papal army, which was almost approaching the middle line of the two sides, he took a deep breath of the air mixed with the smell of earth and grass ash, and then nodded to the trumpeter next to him.

The trumpeter puffed out his cheeks and took a breath, then raised his horn and blew the trumpet of the march with all his might.

"Here we go."

A large soldier standing in the line of spears muttered, then shook the jingling bits and pieces that hung around his body, grabbed the spear that poked into the ground, and began to follow the procession.

Beside him, the young soldier followed his example and raised his spear, because the shaft of the spear was too long and shaky, and the spear in his hand struck the helmet of the man in front of him with a muffled "thump", which immediately caused a curse from the man in front.

"Don't be too anxious, if you're so nervous right now, you'll be too tired to kill anyone when you get there," the big man said, and then laughed.

Sitting in the chair, one elbow resting on the arm of the chair and supporting her cheeks, her body leaning slightly to the side, although her body was wrapped in a cloak, she could still see the graceful curves from the silhouette.

This caused an officer who had just come to prepare a report to be slightly distracted, but he quickly came to his senses at the warning of the attendant's stern eyes.

"Your Majesty, Caesar's army is closing in on our right flank."

The officer's voice seemed to wake up Jisha, she turned her head slightly to look at him, then nodded slightly on her lips with her elbow-length gloved hand, and then gave an indifferent order: "Give the order to go down, wait for the opportunity to fire." ”

"Your Majesty!" The officer shouted in response and turned to run.

Looking at his back, Ji Sha shook her head interestingly, and then she suddenly whispered to the waitress standing aside, "Dear madam, do you know why I love my brother so much? ”

The waitress had a look of surprise on her face, and she wanted to ask why but she didn't dare to speak, so she could only look at the queen with a bewildered look.

"Because only my brother knows me best in this world," Josha slowly stood up from her chair, "as if I were the only one who knew him best." ”

The Papal army was approaching.

Looking at the figures on the opposite side that were becoming clearer and clearer, the figures, and finally the faces that could almost be seen clearly, the Neapolitan army was enveloped in a thick tense atmosphere, especially looking at the papal flag opposite, some soldiers couldn't help but start to draw crosses on their chests.

To their surprise, the soldiers in the troops who wore short armor and held muskets in their hands did not care so much, when they heard a sharp whistle, the troops called grenadiers raised their muskets in their hands, and the officer standing on the side of the team had already raised his sword in his hand, he looked at the team, looking at the whole row of barrels like a forest, the officer showed a strange smile.

Then his arm slammed down, and the sword sliced through the air, sending with a wind that could not be heard.

Because as the sword light flickered, an earth-shattering roar had suppressed all the sounds, resounding through the sky on the slopes of Mount Rocadispas.

The 1st Neapolitan Grenadier Company was the first to start the battle of Monte Roca di Pas!

Rows of bullets instantly crossed the distance of less than a few tens of yards, and with a large screaming sound, the projectiles flew in all directions mercilessly broke into the queue at the front of the Papal Army.

It was also at this time that the screams rang out.

Most of the shouts were in the front rows, some were in the middle of the line, and some of the unlucky ones were hit even in the middle of the dense formation, and some were even killed by stray bullets that were ricocheted off by their armor.

The big man had been such an unlucky man, and when he skillfully raised his spear and prepared to start a spear-pushing battle with the enemy as before, a stray bullet flying from the side flew into the cheek of the young soldier on the side, slashed a spark on his helmet, and then shot directly into the big man's cheek.

In an instant, scarlet blood spurted out of his face as if he had opened another mouth, and a shattered tooth and several torn gums flew out from the other side, and the big man's entire face was completely torn in half!

The young soldier shouted in horror, but no one noticed him, for before the ranks could be confused by the sudden blow, the second row of bullets was already flying in front of them with the sound of gunfire and the drifting smoke of gunpowder.

"Grenadier ~ Shoot!"

"Grenadier ~ Shoot!"

A hoarse roar rose and fell on the battlefield, accompanied by a burst of earth-shattering gunfire that resounded through the hillside, the pungent smell of gunpowder and the splashing sparks filled the ranks, and some soldiers screamed in pain because they were splashed by the gunpowder star.

But even then they reloaded, tamped, struck under the iron buckle plate under the iron buckle under the command of the officer, and raised the musket!

"Grenadier ~ Shoot!"

The sound reverberated from hillside to hillside, and became a nightmare for the Papal Army as projectiles rained down on the enemy on the opposite side.

And on the mountain, looking at the battle that had begun, Jisha frowned slightly.

"That Caesar," she said slowly, slowly removing her gloves and undoing her cloak, revealing the shiny and ornate armor inside, "I wanted him to stay." ”

With that, Josha smiled mischievously like only Alexander had ever seen.