The generals laughed and agreed. Jonathan slapped Marcus on the shoulder: "I can't see that you guys still have this hand." Everyone felt that this plan was very feasible, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of relief in their hearts. It seems that he has successfully escaped from the encirclement of Lierao.

Marcus smiled and said: "It's a pity, those three mongrel prison troops will inevitably intercept us on the way back, otherwise we will return quickly, although we are defeated, we will not be destroyed, but now we must not return to Venice, but in addition to the direction of Venice when we came, the other three directions, not more than a hundred miles, there are mountains along the way, we only need to choose a mountain to defend according to the danger, with the strong combat strength of our army's 70,000 brothers, even in the face of the full attack of the 400,000 army, the most conservative estimate, I believe it can support four!" In these four times, if we really have reinforcements, then we must have already arrived! If the reinforcements have not arrived by then, then there is no need to count on it, and we will simply fight to the death with France!"

The crowd agreed. Alger thought about it for a long time, but there was really no other way, and at the sound of an order, the generals performed their duties and were ready to act according to Marcus's plan!

Although Marcus was a good general, he was only a very good general, and he was never a real strategist! Moreover, in his calculations, he made a huge mistake! The combat strength he held according to the danger was calculated according to the current combat strength! He even ignored the fact that under the siege of 400,000 troops, especially when he had to face the strongest and most powerful enemy later, how many of Alger's 70,000 soldiers could successfully follow the army to break through! Do the remaining forces have enough ability to seize the hill and defend against the danger before falling into the enemy's trap! Can they do it, and how long can they support it? But one thing is certain, that is, the plan will not support the fourth!

On the battlefield, the arrows of the two armies flew all over the air, and there were screams without interruption. The Venetian army is dragging its feet, and so is the French army, and both sides seem to be on the same mind...... On the French side, Charles VIII said with some doubts: "Sir, the cavalry assault of the right people has suffered heavy casualties, but it is difficult to shake the foundation of the Venetian army, so the gains outweigh the losses." "Seeing those cavalrymen screaming and falling off their horses, it was just a charge, and there were actually four or five thousand casualties! Charles VIII's heart was dripping blood.

The cavalry that was the first to charge was the elite of the French army! It has always been the key to victory, and under the command of that young man, he actually pushed all of them to the adjacent line in the first engagement, and the young man once said: "Alger's army was abandoned by the country, and it was precisely because everyone was flustered and had no intention of fighting! And they were betrayed by their own friendly troops, and they had no fighting spirit! At this point, I believe that our elite cavalry can break up the enemy's line with a single charge, and will minimize casualties!"

Charles VIII felt that this was too reasonable! Not to mention the great merit and glory of a man who charged to defeat the Venetian god Alger! So Charles VIII agreed to this proposal without thinking. How do you know that when a charge comes down, instead of crushing the enemy camp, his elite cavalry has lost nearly one-third!

At this moment, the young man was also muttering to himself in his heart: The combat strength of this Alger's subordinate soldiers inevitably does not match the crossing, it seems to be too bad? This time, it is clear that he will give you a big gift first, which is equivalent to a group of elites who stretch their necks and rush up for you to chop, but they actually ate such a little! It is really disappointing!

If the young man has great ambitions, how can he keep this most elite descendant of Charles VIII, and will it not become the greatest obstacle to his own seizure of power in the future? As long as the number of elite soldiers with firm conviction and loyalty under Charles VIII decreases sharply, then the latest recruits will either have milk or mothers? He will cry and shout and follow himself when he throws away some benefits? What a thing, Charles VIII? What a master? What a joke!

Hearing Charles VIII's question, the young man sneered: "It seems that His Highness is really heartbroken?"

Charles VIII snorted, but said nothing.

The young man's face sank: "Your Highness, you must know that this is a battlefield! This is a war! Without sacrifice, what is the victory? Just as the so-called success of a general is a thousand bones, and the king wants to dominate the industry, it is all piled up with the bones of Rao, if His Highness can't see through this, and there is still a woman's kindness in his heart, then, fight for hegemony, don't talk about it!"

Charles VIII said: "I am naturally not a woman's kindness, and I am not a reluctant sacrifice, but sir, the sacrifice of these 5,000 soldiers before is really a bit inexplicable! We can first advance slowly with infantry, and consume a few with the other side, and naturally we can win......

The young man's face showed anger and interrupted him: "Your Highness is accusing me of improper command? Do you know that if you hadn't suddenly ordered a retreat just now, the battle situation would have been completely changed, the cavalry was originally a few feet away from the Venetian army, but it was your kindness that put all the previous efforts into waste, if Your Highness does not approve of my command, you can command it yourself, I will never mind!"

Charles VIII hurriedly put on a smile on his face, and hurriedly said: "Where is it, sir, don't be careful, this king knows that my brother's battle formation technique is alone, and just now it is just that, and there is no other meaning." "Since he knew the origin of this young man, how could Charles VIII dare to offend the other party in the slightest?

The young man's face paleled slightly, and he said slowly: "The previous attack, although you made your own decisions and ruined my overall plan, but I did underestimate Alger a little, and in the face of this desperate situation, I was especially able to command, and I really lived up to the reputation of 'God of War'." ”

The young man paused for a moment and replied: "I don't know, our army's military strength has the upper hand, and Xu Xutu's talent is the best policy, but I have got the latest news, that Alger's son Nangong Yu, I don't know where to find the news, has led tens of thousands of elites, thousands of miles to help! So Alger's side, we must fight quickly! Even if we spend a lot of elite military strength, it will be terrible!"

Charles VIII's eyes flashed, and he said: "I see, then no wonder Mr. would arrange it like this." In fact, with the suspicious surname of Charles VIII, it is natural to hear that the words of the young man are mostly just an excuse, but the current time is really not the time to pursue this. Although he knew that he might have suffered a big dumb loss, he had to say nothing.

The young man's eyes flashed, and he slowly ordered, "The matter has come to this, and the next plan must be advanced." Immediately pass on my command, attack on three sides, leave the southeast line alone, and force Alger to flee from here!"

Charles VIII was taken aback: "Sir, the Spanish ambush is in the northwest, why should the sir leave the southeast? There is no ambush over there, so wouldn't it be to let the tiger return to the mountain? If Alger is allowed to escape, there will be endless troubles!"

The young man sighed in his heart: "This super fool!" asked patiently: "If you are Alger, what will you do if you see our army attacking on three sides, only the southeast has a gap and no strength?"

Charles VIII was stunned for a moment, and blurted out: "Around the three and one, there must be an ambush!" The words suddenly came to his senses, and he patted his head: "I see, the truth is false, the virtual is real, Mr. is really a wise man, and there is no last resort." ”

A hint of ridicule flashed imperceptibly in the young man's eyes, and he shouted to the herald next to him: "Raise the flag order, and attack with all your strength immediately!"

The rumbling drums of the march rang out! All the soldiers of France shouted in unison, and they swooped down.

On the Venetian side, the archers in front of the battle had been changed six times, and the dead and wounded were all carried down. As the drums of war sounded again in the enemy's formation, Alger gave an order, and the arrows on the strings of all the archers immediately turned into rockets wrapped in tarpaulin, and at the same time, they burned like hideous torches!

"Shoot!" The red flag fell sharply in the hands of the officer!

......"Shh But instead of shooting at the body of the French army, it shot at the rolling logs that had been thrown out earlier before the battle. As soon as the rocket landed on it, it burst into flames, and in an instant, within a radius of 20 zhang in front of the Venetian military formation, there was a sea of fire!

From time to time, the sound of "Shadow Zila Zila" sounded, it was a fire that burned the corpses of French soldiers between the rolling logs, and with this tooth-sour sound, an indescribable stench and scorching smell suddenly diffused.

The corpses of many French soldiers who had been lying frozen on the ground were burned by the flames, and their bodies twitched, and the corpses actually sat up from the ground suddenly, as if they were cheating corpses, and the situation was extremely strange! The soldiers of both armies could see that cold sweat broke out on their heads, and their vests were cold and wet!

"Kill, ......" The French soldier shouted the trumpet, and rushed wildly with a big knife in his hand, who knew that he had just run half the distance, and a sea of fire suddenly appeared in front of him! Many people couldn't hold back at all, and they broke in, and there was a miserable scream to the extreme, and even more, the front had obviously stopped, but the comrades in the back still rushed wildly, knocking the sergeant in front into a row! In front of the two armies, countless French soldiers covered in fire rolled wildly in the flames, or suddenly folded and ran, miserable. The French soldiers on the side saw that their companions had suffered this fate, but they could not do anything, and they turned their heads away, unable to bear to look at them again.

Those tens and twenty zhang of space, how did Shura Purgatory descend on the world!

On the French side, the war drums are still beating non-stop, looking at the huge sea of fire burning in front of them, the French soldiers suddenly felt that the war drums behind them were directly the drums, and many people couldn't help shouting: "Stop beating the drums, there is a sea of fire in front, do you want to force us to be burned to death?"

The young man sat high on his horse, his expression was cold and hard, and he gave an expressionless order: "Fear the fire! Kill! The whole army continues to attack! Destroy Alger's army with all your might!"

Charles VIII's face twitched fiercely, and his handsome face suddenly distorted as he watched his soldiers struggle in the sea of fire.