The fire was first lit from the farthest place where the gunpowder was piled up, just as Alexander had commanded.

Since time immemorial, people have been in awe of fire at all times.

When the fire suddenly broke out, and then a series of violent explosions broke out, both the Venetians on the mountain and the Agri and Genoese below, were frightened by the sudden burst of sound and the destruction of the heavens and the earth!

Chaos inevitably appeared, the entire Venetian camp seemed to be suddenly attacked by a tornado, the Venetians' first thought was that the camp was attacked, but they didn't know where the enemy was, and then more destruction made them fall into even greater chaos, especially when they found that the position originally used to defend the corner of the mountain road was actually occupied by the enemy who came out of nowhere, the Venetians were really panicked.

There was another violent explosion, but it was up close, and looking at the soldiers running around in a daze, not knowing what to do, the Venetian commander realized the danger.

He immediately gave a loud order to retake the occupied position, and at the same time tried to get the soldiers to assemble on the mountain road, knowing that the enemy's main force should be preparing to attack the mountain at this time, then they should be on the mountain road.

So as long as they block their way, they can get out of this unexpected attack.

The commander was very calm, and it could even be said that he reacted quickly, but when he lined up on the mountain road with his men who could still keep up, what he saw was a scene that made him desperate.

Muskets, spears, halberds and shields, dense enemy formations were in sight, not at the corner of the mountain road that had caused them heavy losses, but they were already very close to them, and their enemies were as prepared as he thought, so that when the fire in the camp was lit, they were already rapidly approaching the top of the hill from where they had been quietly hiding.

Then, just as the Venetians attacked the Papal army, the Agri took advantage of the confusion of the Venetians to suddenly seize the road leading to the camp on the top of the hill.

The Commander had only time to take a quick glance in the light of the flickering fires around him, and then he and his men were caught in the midst of an unusually dense barrage of bullets and crossbow bolts thrown from them.

The spears lined up mercilessly stabbed the enemies who tried to resist, even if the lucky ones were able to escape the spears, but then the sharp and terrifying halberds and swords slashed.

Chaos and order, when two armies meet on the battlefield, these two completely different situations can often make the battle between the two sides decisive in an instant, and when Venice, which can still organize to resist, encounters a head-on attack, their already wavering spirit because of the attack immediately collapses.

Some people began to blend in with their already panicked companions, and the panicked crowd around them deeply affected the Venetians who still wanted to continue to resist.

"Surrender or flee!" The enemies on the opposite side began to shout, from one person at the beginning to all roaring menacingly while shooting mercilessly assassinating.

"Surrender or flee!"

Louder and louder noises came from the opposite side, and the commander shouted a loud reminder to his men to calm down, but was interrupted by the presence of another musketeer, flanked by spears and halberds.

Two musketeers, less than 20 men in a horizontal row, but with dense firepower, stood in the middle of the spearmen and fired at the enemy, they seemed so calm, even if the enemy rushed up, they did not panic, because when they were not in a hurry to load, in addition to spears and halberds, there were also sword and shield men with shields in front of them.

"Musketeers are one of my greatest treasures, so be sure to protect them as if you were an eye."

This is Alexander's description, although he knows that it is much easier to train a musketeer than a crossbowman, but he also knows that in the future, firearms are the real difference between victory and defeat, and an army with sharp firearms that can face the enemy is the biggest bargaining chip for victory.

Like the Agri musketeers, Alexander's greatest reliance now.

"Surrender or flee!" The roars of the Venetians were still loud on the battlefield, but the Venetians were no longer in the mood to refute or curse their enemies.

The first to flee was long gone, and then more to join the retreating stream.

The Venetian commander finally knew that there was nothing he could do anymore, and after a blank sigh of helplessness, the flag beside him slowly fell.

When watching the banner of the Great Enemy fall, the Agri seemed to pause, and only then did they understand what had happened.

Cheers erupted in both ranks, and the Agris even stopped their attack, cheering and blowing shrill whistles at the Venetians, who also turned and ran away in disorganized disorganization at the sight of their flags, while some of the Genoese simply turned around and pouted their buttocks and slapped incessantly, while shouting sarcastic in the most obscene Genoese native language of the enemy who had fled.

Lowering the flag and admitting defeat, the Venetians began to endure humiliation, and silently withdrew from the battlefield under the taunts of the enemy in front of them.

When Alexander climbed to the top of the hill surrounded by hunters. What he saw was such a peculiar scene.

Alexander's brow furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but admit that this was not the result he wanted to see.

Or at least not the best outcome he imagined.

Just because one side lowered the flag and conceded defeat, and actually let the enemy calmly retreat under his nose, Alexander felt that there was nothing more ridiculous or even stupid than this.

It's just that he knows that this is probably the only way at this time, whether it is the Agri or the Genoese, they are actually on the verge of being very dangerous, and the support for them to launch this is destined to be the last attack, in addition to hope, is the rich reward that Alexander promised them.

As to where the reward would come from, Alexander's gaze looked at the seemingly impressive convoy in front of him.

Alexander had no intention of returning the captured supplies to Giovanni from the beginning.

Or perhaps he would have been left with enough food to feed his army, but looking at the piles of replacement parts for weapons and armor, the artillery ammunition that Giovanni had not yet had time to bring to the battlefield, and the wine that had been sealed tightly in wax and opened to reveal a sweet taste and well-wrapped jerky, Alexander seemed to have enough salt for his army.

So when the chamberlain finally came to the camp, he saw that some arithmetic Agri were busy counting the numbers, and Oflai, the captain of the army, had temporarily taken up the job of accountant, and he kept a record of all the supplies in the whole camp, so that when the chamberlain angrily said that these things "belonged to the Duke of Gandino", he only had time to shake the bare pen in his hand like a fly, and then he got busy again.

"My lord, do you want to encroach on the property belonging to the Duke of Gandino?" The chamberlain angrily approached Alexander, who had already seen that the Agrics could not be kind enough to help Giovanni calculate the losses, so they were in such a hurry to count and load the carts for what they didn't have to guess.

"I'm taking my reward," Alexander replied nonchalantly as he looked at the various counted supplies sent by his men, "don't tell me that this is an obligation between the Alliance, the great losses I have made before must be paid immediately, and I must continue to fight." ”

"But you've taken too much," the servant, knowing that the matter was obviously irreparable, could only try to get a little loss for his master, "You can take those weapons, but you can't take all the food, the duke needs it, and his army is starving!" ”

"I won't do that, even for Miss Lucrezia's sake," Pressure Mountain smiled, "I left him with enough supplies to last until the end of the war, so that he would have no worries about the future." ”

"But how do you know when the war will end? Perhaps the remaining food will soon be eaten up, and by that time once the Duke's army has to retreat, do you think your Montina will be able to keep it? ”

The attendant asked sarcastically, his eyes were not only anger but mockery, and it was clear that this was actually their inner opinion of Alexander.

In the eyes of Giovanni and his men, Alexander was a nouveau riche with no roots.

Such people are either prosperous or fleeting like meteors in today's troubled times, and Alexander is obviously more of the latter in their opinion.

Alexander raised his head and looked at his attendant silently, his eyes made the man feel a little chilly, it was a kind of indifference like looking at a dead man.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you," Alexander seemed to see through the other party's thoughts, "Go back and tell Giovanni that I will join him after some repair, the Venetians are no longer a threat to him, if he wants to attack now is the right time, otherwise ......" Speaking of this, Alexander stopped and twisted his forehead slightly, as if he was thinking, and after a while he shook his head slightly in disappointment, "Just tell him." ”

The squire tried to argue a little more, but was half-forced out of the tent by the hunters, and after a low curse in annoyance, the squire had to leave the camp on Mount Chimone with resentment.

"Looks like this war has to go on again."

Standing at the edge of the camp, Alexander muttered to himself in disappointment as he looked at the ridges that stretched out like claws protruding into the plains in the distance.

Earlier, while teaching his attendants, Alexander suddenly remembered the impending war between Venice and the Ottoman Empire.

The Ottoman attack on Venice in the Mediterranean would be the prelude to a long war between the two countries, which would then be intermittent for nearly three centuries.

What year was that, 1498 or 1499?

Alexander, who had had hoped for some hope, was soon disappointed, apparently hoping that the Ottomans would force Venice to retreat, at least for now, although the two sides were already at sea, but the danger was not so great that the Venetians had to swallow their anger and retreat from Romagna.

Then Alexander had to start thinking about his Montina.

Alexander was not afraid that Giovanni would retreat in anger at his actions, as Alexander VI could not tolerate the Venetians getting their hands on Romagna.

This can be seen from the fact that Caesar later did not hesitate to ask the French for help in order to obtain the title of Duke of Romagna.

Another reason why Alexander didn't have much qualms about provoking Giovanni was that Caesar's challenge to Giovanni's position left him with the only way to behave as well as he could in this war.

As for whether Giovanni will retaliate after that, Alexander feels that he has no time and opportunity left.

But Alexander thought of Lucrezia naturally from Giovanni, but he didn't know what she was doing now.

Alexander himself did not know how to describe the strange relationship with Lucrezia.

Especially considering that Caesar was still in Naples for the marriage of Lucrezia and Alfonso, Duke of Billyselly, Alexander felt that this was really something that many people would find inexplicable but did not know how to deal with it.

But Alexander was certain that he would never be found dead in the Tiber like the young squire who was said to have had an affair with Lucrezia.

It seems that Giovanni also died in the Tiber River, and Alexander suddenly remembered that he really did not know how many secrets were hidden at the bottom of this river.

Alexander thought and shook his head slightly.

Carlo ran excitedly, and he was happy or ecstatic at this time.

Although the previous battle had inflicted heavy casualties on the Agri, Carlo knew that it was from this battle that the Agri had truly become an elite army.

Armies that were able to quickly regroup themselves to attack on their own after a terrible blow were not absent in this era, but they were pitifully few.

Carlo had fought before, and he knew how the mercenaries viewed the war, and how most of them reacted when the battle became intense, just like the army they had just faced for the Venetians, who chose to flee rather than continue fighting.

Carlo knew very well that the Agri, too, were on the verge of collapse, and perhaps if the Venetians held on for a little longer, or with a slight push, the Agri, who had just barely recovered from the brink of collapse, would be razed to the ground like a sandcastle built on a river beach.

But that's only possible and maybe.

The truth is that the Agri persevered, and they survived the toughest test since they came out of Agri!

Carlo was glad he knew he had made the right choice.

Because of that choice, he was able to enjoy this moment of victory, joy with others. You can also enjoy the great wealth that this victory brings to them with them.

The Venetians had disappeared at the foot of the hill, and the Agri and Genoese had begun their revelry in the camp.

The vats of wine are pried open stiffly, and the whole piece of dried meat on the fire gives off an enticing aroma.

The soldiers frantically poured their drinks into their mouths, regardless of the fact that they were completely soaked, while others roared out of tune around the fire and swayed and danced with their feet.

The victory plunged everyone into a frenzied joy, and the joy and excitement of the aftermath filled the camp.

From a crushing defeat with little hope to a victory over their opponents on the top of this hill that heralded victory, Agri tasted for the first time the fruits of victory that their courage and tenacity had been exchanged.

Alexander walked slowly through the camp, and every soldier who saw him, whether Agri or Genoese, greeted him warmly, and some stood up to salute him.

Alexander responded calmly to the soldiers, knowing that it was from this moment that they truly regarded him as their general and not as a lord.

If the lord only made the soldiers realize Alexander's honorable status, then as a general, Alexander was able to make them obey his orders because of their trust.

"My lord, these cannons are right behind the camp, but the Venetians don't seem to be planning to use them against us." A young Agri soldier said excitedly, he had a wound on his forehead, and half of his black face stained with mud and dried blood looked a little hideous, but his eyes were full of indescribable excitement, and it seemed that he had not yet recovered from the previous battle and killing.

"It's not that they didn't think about it, they just didn't have time."

Alexander looked at the cannon body that was blackened by the fire, and secretly rejoiced, he knew that it should be the Venetians' carelessness, or just because not many of those Venetian soldiers could use artillery, otherwise they only needed to build two artillery emplacements on the ridge of the hill a little farther away from the camp, forming a mutual fire cross with the camp, with the number and power of the artillery they used, it was completely easy to suppress his army in this valley, and even if it was a more daring and strong fighting commander, You can simply let your army attack the enemy pinned down in the valley from the camp.

At that point, Alexander will probably not only be waiting for a crushing defeat, but probably he and his Agri will be completely wiped out at the foot of the Chimone.

"But my lord, these cannons are ours now, aren't they," said the young soldier triumphantly, "and perhaps we can use them against the Venetian general named Pittigliano." ”

"I hope so too, but it depends on whether the Duke of Gandino is so generous." Alexander smiled, he wasn't optimistic about this possibility.

Alexander knew that maybe he had embezzled so much material and it didn't matter much, but these artillery Giovanni should not give up easily, especially after following the soldiers to the back of the camp and seeing a few brand new field guns neatly placed on the gun trucks, Alexander guessed that maybe Giovanni would send someone again soon.

Or if the Duke of Gandino couldn't hold his breath, maybe he would simply come and reason with himself.

Alexander couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of this, but he didn't know that when the attendants who finally returned to Giovanni's camp reported to him what had happened, Giovanni, who was furious, was really clamoring for people to prepare horses to go to Alexander for a theory.

And the reason why he didn't make it was because of a surprise guest in his camp.