The cavalry on the opposite side moved forward vigilantly, and Carlo noticed that the gap between the two rows of cavalry on the other side began to gradually widen, which was a prelude to the imminent attack, in order to prevent confusion caused by the small distance between the front and back during the charge.

"They're going to attack."

Carlo immediately urged his horse forward, and he drew the strangely shaped long sword, which he already knew from Nashan that it was a cavalry heavy sword that had been handed down from hundreds of years ago, and was originally used against heavy knights on horses, but now it was used less and less.

Alexander looked back again at the convoy at the foot of the hill in the distance, and when he was sure that the convoy was not in danger, he slowly led his horse forward to the middle of the Bohemian lineup.

Cavalry charges in any era are full of infinite passion and romance, even after the popularity of firearms in the future, in the face of bullets, the heroic posture of cavalry holding up their chests and bravely running against the enemy will still shock the souls of countless people.

But Alexander didn't want such a romantic, but somewhat inexplicable cavalry battle on the outskirts of Rome.

Because he had a feeling that the other party did not expect to suddenly encounter an enemy who suddenly appeared, and although according to Carlo, the other party was ready to charge, but looking at the two rows of obvious wings bent backwards, as if they were protecting the enemy of something important behind him, Alexander felt that maybe things were not as they seemed.

"Don't attack," Alexander ordered Carlo, who was running back and forth, "we're in the mountains, and it's not good for them if they're going to attack." ”

As he spoke, Alexander came out of the group and slowly led his horse forward, but he did not take a few steps before he stopped, and he calculated in his heart that there should not be any projectile weapon at this distance that could threaten him.

Seeing Alexander's move, the team, which seemed to be charging at any moment, stopped slightly, and then a man galloped out of the group.

The other party was obviously much bolder than Alexander, and even came all the way to the middle line of the two armies before stopping.

Alexander looked closely, and noticed that the man was dressed in black, without armor, and although he had a sword at his waist, he did not look like a threat.

Alexander descended from Rocadispas slowly, not caring that others might think he was cowardly, and he had no need to prove anything to the others, although he seemed to have a mocking smile on the other man's face when he approached, but he only smiled the same way.

When he got closer, Alexander found that this was a very typical Italian, that is, he had black curly hair, black eyes, and a beard that was not thick under the chin, this was a young man who was not very old, not more than 30 years old, and it could be seen from the look in his eyes that this was an arrogant and somewhat conceited person, for this kind of young man who was often of noble birth and had a prominent family background, the display of strength was not reckless, or it was a complete manifestation of identity.

"God willing," the young man on the other side stretched out his hand to make a cross in the air, his movement was natural, as if it had been a reaction over the years, and as he made the cross, Alexander noticed a rosary wrapped around his wrist and a cross encrusted with rubies as his hand shook incessantly, "I am Clermont de la Rovere of Genoa, and I want to know who I am talking to." ”

Listening to this person's name, Alexander raised his eyebrows, he had a vague impression of this name and surname, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had heard of it, but from the other party's style, he could see a certain kind of condescending posture.

Especially when he said his surname, the arrogance that was common to prominent nobles because of the glory of the family was naturally revealed.

Della Roverere?

Alexander suddenly remembered the origin of this surname.

The secular surname of Pope Sixtus IV, who died a few years ago, is this, della Rovere.

This family is a well-known wealthy family in Genoa, and it has a pivotal and important position in the Holy See, and there are several popes produced under the manipulation and influence of this family, so to speak, in the Holy See, the influence of the Rovere family is not inferior to the Borgia family, and in the whole of Italy, even if it is a strong party like Medici and Sforza, it must be cautious when getting along with the Rovere family, and dare not be sloppy.

No wonder it sounded so familiar, Alexander muttered to himself.

"I am Alexandre Giuliante Cambrai, from Sicily, and lord of Agri of Naples," Alexander replied calmly, and then he smiled slightly in the arrogant eyes of the young man, "The Rovere family of Genoa?" ”

"That's right," the young man seemed to nod, as if satisfied with Alexander's reaction, "I wonder why you are showing hostility, I note that your army is very unfriendly to us. ”

"But your army is in attacking formation," Alexander pointed at the cavalry behind Rovelle, "and, if I'm not mistaken, those men are the French." ”

The arrogant smile on the young man's face slowly disappeared, he looked at Alexander coldly, and after a while he spoke: "If you can, I hope you can make your army make a way, I promise that there will be no hostility, I just want my people to enter the city of Rome smoothly." ”

The young man's words caught Alexander's attention, and he could not help but look at the procession in the distance, and only then did he notice that behind the semicircular procession, there seemed to be several carriages.

"It seems that I misunderstood, but we just had a fight with the French," Alexander nodded, he noticed that there seemed to be a few figures walking around the stable, although they couldn't see clearly, but they should be women, "It's just that I remind you that the road ahead has been sealed off, and the Confederate army is confronting the French." ”

Hearing Alexander's words, the young man's face showed an arrogant smile again, and he turned his horse's head and smiled at Alexander, saying, "Don't worry about this, the door of Rome will always be open to the Rovere family. ”

With that, he urged his horse to run towards his team.

"The doors of Rome are always open to the Rovere family." Alexander whispered this domineering sentence, he knew that this Clermont de la Rovere was just repeating other people's words, but he didn't know if the person who said this sentence would be in the carriages behind.

Pope Sixtus IV was one of many popes, and Alexander could not remember any particularly noteworthy deeds of this pope, and even though he made the Rovere family one of the most influential families in Italy today, it still did not impress Alexander.

With the death of Sixtus IV and the subsequent accession of Alexander VI to the throne, the Rovere family was excommunicated not only from the Holy See, but also from Italy.

Therefore, it is difficult to remember this Sixtus IV among the many popes of the Holy See.

What really made Alexander remember the family's reputation was another person in the family.

Giuliano della Rovere, nephew of the previous Sixtus IV and future Pope Julius II.

It's just that Alexander remembered that if he wasn't mistaken, the man should have been in the army of the French by now.

Alexander VI was a very greedy man, and unfortunately he didn't seem to get along with many people.

Giuliano della Rovere is one of them.

During the reign of Syxtus IV, like other popes, the pope worked for the benefit of his family, especially to his favorite nephews.

Giuliano de la Rovere was in a high position at an early age, and the dioceses under his jurisdiction were not only generally wealthy, but also numerous, especially because of the French roots of the Roveret family, Giuliano de la Rovere also owned several dioceses belonging to France, which made him close to the French from a very early age.

As his authority grew, Rovere inevitably clashed and contradicted the Borgia family, who came from Spain and also had deep roots in the Holy See.

Because his uncle Sixtus IV was too old to see God at any time, and he did not have enough capital to compete for the papal throne, Giuliano della Rovere hoped to support a pope who would be in the interests of Roverere's family, which was in great conflict with the Borgia who was a cardinal at the time, who had long coveted the title of bishop of Rome.

So when Sixtus IV died, Borgia, who became Pope Alexander VI, was ready to eradicate the new head of the Rovere family.

Giuliano Rovere, who had already sensed that something was wrong, fled Rome immediately after hearing the news, and fled all the way to France.

Few people know what happened in France in the years that followed, and even those who returned from France only said that Giuliano had taken good care of his dioceses in France, and seemed to have given up on returning to the Holy See.

But when Rome had almost forgotten about the family, Giuliano della Rovere suddenly returned to Italy, where he had been absent for several years, with Charles' French army in the Apennines.

Now seeing the young man he had just met claiming to be surnamed Lovelle, Alexander was immediately sure that this team should be the future Pope Julius II, Giuliano della Rovelle.

The opposing team gradually closed, but a small group of soldiers still stared at Alexander's side vigilantly.

Seeing the Bohemians get out of the way, they broke away from the group and ran a little forward, then stopped closer to the Bohemians.

Alexander's heart moved.

Apparently they were trying to prevent the Bohemians from attacking the procession as it approached, but if the Bohemians did attack, the soldiers would be able to stop them a little and then be cut to pieces.

It was impossible for the soldiers not to see this obvious danger, but they did not hesitate in the slightest, and seeing this scene, Alexander couldn't help but look at the carriages in the procession.

Who could make these soldiers so fearless in their protection?

Could Giuliano della Rovere himself be in those carriages?

Slowly but vigilantly, the procession marched along the side of Mount Rocadispas, the blue background of the golden oak coat of arms fluttering in the wind.

At some point, Nashan came to Alexander's side, and looking at the team, Nashan had a vague look of interest in his eyes.

"It seems that he is a rich man whose family is no less than that of the queen," said Nashan, who carried a large number of carriages, "and I can bet on a good horse that it must be loaded with gold." ”

"You ought to be a robber," Alexander shook his head, "but I have no objection to you being tempted by these people. ”

"Oh?" Nathan looked at Alexander strangely.

Along the way, Nashan kept an eye on the bohemians, preventing them from taking their hands on Joanna's property, and even executed a daring guy for it.

But now, right on the edge of the city of Rome, he suddenly agreed and even vaguely connived at the Bohemians to rob the sudden appearance of the team, which made Nathan a little more wary.

"Tell me what you want to do," Nashan said, looking at the carriages carefully, "though it looks like a piece of fat, but I'll have to figure out your mind first, and the lad will tell me what you're going to do." ”

"I just want to know who's in that car."

Alexander gave a reason why a gypsy would never believe it, even though he was telling the truth.

"And if these wagons do have as much money in them as you say, I don't want them to be sent to the French."

Alexander said again.

"You think the money was given to the French?" Nashan asked, and then reached out and twisted the whisker on his lips, "In this case, we can't let them pass smoothly, you must know that Her Majesty hates the French very much because of her mother's family." ”

Alexander knew that the queen of Nathan's was not Joanna, but the queen of the Kingdom of Bohemia.

Nathan's hand reached for the side of the saddle, where his saber hung out.

Just then, a carriage in the line down the slope suddenly stopped.

As the carriage stopped, the whole team immediately stopped.

"What's going on?" Nashan muttered under his breath.

The young man Clermont, whom Alexander had seen before, immediately rode up to the carriage, bowed his head and said something to the carriage.

After a while, Clermont reluctantly gave way to the side.

The door opened, and an old man got out of the car, and then he looked up the slope.

Alexander was a little surprised to see the old man, he did not expect to meet the old man named Fiche next to the Duke of Orleans outside the city of Rome.