The cool breeze from the south gives a little comfort to those who walk on the road, and in such seasons the wind is often referred to by travelers as the mercy of Hermes.

Even in a place like the western shore of the Mediterranean, a fast march in such a hot season is prone to heat stroke, so when the wind comes out, the whole team can't help but hear a cry of comfort.

It's been 2 days since Montina, and Alexandre is wondering where Calgino is.

According to the information received, Kargino's army retreated westward after withdrawing from the battlefield, which led Alexander to wonder if he was preparing to retreat to Orar.

If that's the case, things might be a bit of a problem.

Alexander hoped to expel the Genoese from Romagna as soon as possible, he knew that the longer it dragged on, the more unfavorable the situation would be, and the ambiguous attitude of old Rovere made him feel at ease, although he did not think that old Rovere would give up on him so easily, but if the war dragged on, then it was inevitable that all kinds of things would happen.

According to Alexander's intentions, he was ready to advance all the way to the west, and if Cardino really took Oral, then he would have to take the most drastic approach: march on Genoa!

He hadn't told anyone else about the idea, not even Oflai.

After all, the idea is a bit too risky, even a little crazy.

Alexander didn't think things would come to the point where he needed to do this, and many previous encounters with Calgino had taught him that this man was not simple, or that he was not a pure soldier.

A simple soldier will pursue honor, but will not be willing to pay a large sum of money in order to gain fame.

Because that is completely meaningless, the purpose of obtaining honor on the battlefield is for profit, and pure honor has no profit to be gained, unless it is not intended to be a battlefield.

Alexander believed that if he was forced to march on Genoa, it would provoke a reaction from Cargino, after all, if the war burned on Genoese soil, it would in itself mean his defeat.

But where is Cargielno?

Alexander pondered carefully, and he sensed that Calgino seemed to be engaged in some conspiracy, but for a moment he could not think of what his purpose was.

The Montina army was therefore compelled to abandon the fast march for which they were so proud and instead advance slowly and cautiously in areas where Alexander suspected that there might be an enemy.

So although it had been 2 days since they came out of Montina, they spent most of their time like this, only sometimes when they heard about the Genoese, they would speed up and move towards the place where the enemy might appear.

Alexander was not satisfied with this almost outing march, he knew that he was now passive, although this was not necessarily the purpose of Calgino, but he was obviously being led by the enemy, which made Alexander realize that it would definitely not work if he went on like this.

"Where's that guy?"

Alexander looked at the inaccurate map in front of him again, and he looked up at Ofleiyi hoping to get a revelation from the marching captain, but Ofleiyi was also obviously confused, his eyes swept the map around, and for a moment he could not find a place to attract attention.

"Could it be that the Genoese have already left Romagna, or perhaps they have gone home?" Gompati said casually, but when he saw the eyes of the two people who looked at him, he could only keep his mouth shut.

"Cardino is a gambler, but a very cautious gambler, as can be seen from his performance in Orar," Alexander straightened up and moved himself away from the map, as if to allow him to think about the change in the situation from a higher level, "so it is not impossible for him to return to Genoa, but he must not leave until he has received enough benefits." ”

"So where is the place where he can get the most out of it?" Ofrey's eyes kept scanning the map, he wanted to be able to learn from Cardgino's thoughts, but for a moment he couldn't grasp what that person would think, "If we were Cardino, where would he go?" ”

"That guy isn't in a good place," Gompati stroked the beard at the corner of his lips, "he has a lot of wounded soldiers with him, the losses last time were enough to put his army on the verge of collapse, although he withdrew from the battle in time, but with so much trouble, if he didn't return to Genaya, where do you think he would go back?" ”

Gompati's words caught the attention of the other two, and they couldn't help but ponder Gompati's thoughts, and then the two of them couldn't help but look up at each other in silence.

"He needs to find a city!"

"He's looking for a place to stay."

The two spoke almost at the same time, and then they quickly searched the map again.

"A small village is not good, not even a place like Oral's can accommodate so many of them," Ofleiil quickly dismissed some obvious unsuitable places, and his gaze kept moving west along the Arno until it landed on Pisa.

"God."

Oflaiyi let out a low cry in a voice that only he could hear, his eyes a little flustered, and although he tried to hide it, the nervousness of that moment still caught Alexander's attention.

"What do you think?" Alexander asked in a deep voice.

"It's a terrible possibility, but you must calm down," said Ofleigh in a low voice, "Pisa-sama, the Genoese may have gone to Pisa." ”

Alexander's body stiffened slightly, and he seemed to look at Ofreil with some disbelief, and then at Gompati, who immediately looked down at the map when he heard the sound.

"Are you sure?" Seeing that Offrey groaned slightly and nodded, Alexander looked at Gompati anxiously, "What do you think?" ”

"Chances are, if I'm Calgino, it's a good place to go to Pisa, even if it's to get back to Genoa."

"Pizza!" Alexander let out a low roar and clenched his fists hard, his voice full of annoyance, "I'm going to Pisa, go now!" ”

"My lord, if O'Ofrey did go to Pisa, then he marched at least 1 day earlier than we did, and we delayed for so long, so it is likely that he would have entered Pisa by now."

Although he did not want to provoke Alexander, Ofreil reminded him as the captain of the marching army.

"So if we don't plan to rush into the city at this time, maybe we will be crushed under the city of Pisa, you have to be careful."

"I'm trying to be careful, but Lucrezia and Estelles are in Pisa!"

Alexander angrily interrupted Oflaiil's advice, and while shouting to Busako not far away, he turned back to the two men and ordered: "Listen to me hand over the army to you, and you must quickly approach Pisa, preferably within a day." ”

"What about you?" Oflaiyi looked at Busako who came over, and a bad thought floated in his heart.

Sure enough, Alexander first ordered the huntsmen to prepare immediately, and then said to the two: "I will take the huntsmen to Pisa first, rest assured that I will not do anything stupid, and if there is anything, I will send someone to contact you in time." ”

I knew it was going to be like this!

Offrey complained angrily in his heart, but he didn't stop it, because he knew that the matter had come to this point, and it was futile to dissuade him, and all he had to do was try to find a way to remedy this unfavorable situation.

The neighing of the hunters' horses was heard in the procession, attracting the attention of the marching soldiers, who saw the Bohemians also begin to leave the ranks and assemble towards the road.

"You should bring bohemians, "that's the only thing Ofreil can do" or at least keep them in touch with you at all times. ”

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Alexander had already jumped on the back of Pagasus, and he tugged at the reins of his horse, which was a little excited, and by this time he seemed to have calmed down a lot, and after holding the hovering horse, he bent down and whispered to the two, "Don't panic, I should be more alarmed than you, and I want you to promise me that once you arrive at the battlefield, you will be able to get the army into battle quickly, or at least make the Genoese feel that there is a real threat." ”

"Yes, my lord, I assure you."

Ofleire nodded, he knew that this promise was important and difficult, and it meant that he had to spend the rest of his time trying to maintain the discipline and order of the troops that had to march quickly, to make sure that they at least looked decent when they went into battle.

On the other side, Gompati squinted slightly, and while Alexander continued to command, he turned back to Busak, who was waiting on the side, and glanced at him.

"Listen, man, if the Count is really going to do something stupid, you're smart."

Gompati's words surprised Busako a little, the relationship between the Agri and the Pisa had not been very good, especially after the Caro incident, and the old Agri soldiers were even more out of place with the other factions.

So Gompati's words were obviously a bit beyond Busako's expectations, but looking at Gompati's expression, Busako still nodded slightly.

Alexander had a lot to order, but he couldn't wait, and he couldn't help but admit that both Oflaiyi and Gompati were better suited to run the army.

This also made Alexander secretly annoyed with himself.

He knew very well that he was not actually suited to be a battlefield commander, but several times he was a little carried away by the anticipation of the opportunity, or rather the victory of luck.

Because of this, he thought in his heart that Calgino could not do anything unexpected to him, and even gave birth to the illusion that he was playing with this Genoese in the palm of his hand.

Now Alfreil's words completely shattered his complacent dream, and for a while, the concern for the safety of Lucrezia's mother and daughter, and the chagrin of his blind confidence and even arrogance, made Alexander panic.

It wasn't until he took a few steps to let the oncoming cool breeze blow in front of him that he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He looked back at the two men again, and then waved to Busako.

"Hunters, let's go!"

Bussaco's deep voice rang out, and the hunters began to speed forward along the side of the road out of the group.

Looking at the smoke and dust, Oflaiyi's brows were completely twisted together, and he looked back at Gompati next to him, and let out a soft sigh that was not noticeable to others.

"Don't be so discouraged," said Gompati, with a slight smile on his face, as if he were bidding farewell to the Earl, and at the same time he lowered his voice and said to Ofleiuil, "The Count has said that you are better off as a soldier than a stonemason, and now is the time to see if the Count is wrong." ”

"I'm an Agri," Ofreil said to Agri, "do you think I should be so close to you?" ”

"But the Count chose you over someone else, probably because he knew that you were more suited to be the captain of Montina's marching army than just an Agri."

Gompati's words lifted Oflei's brow slightly, as he had been nervous about the possible strife in the army, in addition to worrying about Alexander's solo rush to Pisa.

Offleiil knew that he was not qualified to command the entire Montina army.

The So-called Montina army was made up of old and new Agri, Bohemians, Pisa, Montina, and newly recruited Genoese.

With the exception of the Bohemian cavalry and chasseurs, Ofley, as the captain of the marching army, could at least nominally command the other armies in Alexander's place.

But he knew very well that the only people he could really command were the old and new Agri, and as for whether Pisa, Montina, and Genoese would obey his orders, Ofreil was not sure.

Oflaiyi looked at the marching procession, and he felt a little excited.

When he used to work with his uncle in the stonemason workshop of his hometown, he never imagined that one day he would put down the chisel and the carving knife, leave his hometown, which seemed destined to stay for the rest of his life, and take up arms and go to war.

A lot has happened since then, and sometimes Oflaiyi thinks she may not make it back home alive.

But now, he has to command an army alone.

Obviously, Alexander wanted him not only to lead the army, but also to be able to quickly put Montina's army into battle in his absence.

Will I be able to do it? Oflaiyi was worried.

He looked over to Gompati and saw him look encouraging.

"Believe me, my artillery is very powerful, as long as everything within the range of my artillery can be blown into powder in an instant, so if there is any difficulty, you just have to remember that my cannon is behind you."

Gompati's words calmed Ofleiil's somewhat nervous mood slightly, and at the same time he couldn't help but quickly ponder the task that Alexander had assigned him.

Although Alexander's actions seemed a little reckless, and even Ofleiyi saw a disapproving look in Gompati's eyes, Ofleiyi could understand Alexander's feelings.

He didn't know if he would be so desperate if he knew that Ashley was in danger.

Either it will, or it won't, but Alexander is clearly the former.

"We must speed up the march," said Ofreil to Gompati, "perhaps your artillery will have to be detached from the ranks, and it is too slow to march with them." ”

Although he felt that even the march that Ofleiyi described as "too slow" was much faster than the other armies, Gompati agreed with Ofleiyi's decision with only a slight groan.

"But you'll have to leave me with enough guards, and if I'm unlucky enough to get to the Genoese, it'll be a problem for all of us."

Offrey happily agreed to Gompati's request, and he knew that Gompati was right, since he had seen the power of those cannons, even the most daring soldiers could not help but feel a chill every time they stood opposite the muzzles of those black holes.

"I'll follow you, but if Calgino really has taken Pisa, do you think the Count will take the city?" Speaking of this, Gompati had a look of worry on his face.

The experience of making a name for himself in the defense of Pisa gave Gompati more knowledge and understanding of defensive battles than anyone else, and he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive about the battle that was about to come when Alexander left.

"I just hope that the adults don't do anything stupid before I get to Pisa."

Oflaiyi smiled bitterly, he could feel that his hope was probably doomed.

Pagasus was fast, or not so desperate in a long time.

This reminded it of those high-spirited days a long time ago, so at first it was stingy and desperately exerted all its energy, but when it gradually began to feel tired, it found that the owner did not seem to want to stop and rest at all.

The sweat that overflowed from the incessant running ran down the back and neck of the warhorse, and the neighing sound of the rhythm in his mouth had gradually changed from crisp at the beginning to dull, and Busako on the side had already proposed to Alexander several times in a row to rest, but what he received was a stubborn refusal.

There were already two deep marks on Busako's forehead, and he remembered Gompati's quiet instructions to him before leaving, and before he had not taken Gompati's words seriously, but now he was not a little worried, not knowing what impulsive things the Count would do if Calgino had really taken Pisa, or if Lucrezia's mother and son had fallen into Cargino's hands.

Alexander didn't have the slightest idea of stopping, he wanted to get to Pisa as soon as possible, the journey would obviously be very hard, but he preferred to use this hard work to completely sober himself up.

Alexander knew that he had been too proud, or rather a little carried away.

The establishment of the Trade League and the initial blockade of Amsterdam made him look down on his opponents, and the victory on the battlefield made him feel invincible.

This pride made him sluggish and sluggish, and he believed that if he had thought that Pisa might be in danger, but now, if it had not been for Ofreuil's reminder, he would have even wandered around the wilderness of Romagna in search of his enemies.

A wave of annoyance haunted him, and the heat and excitement of his whole body made Alexander open his mouth and inhale the dusty air vigorously, followed by a violent cough.

Seeing this, Busacco could no longer bear it, and he urged his mount to catch up with Pagasus, and then ventured out and grabbed Pagassos's reins.

"Your Excellency, you have to stop!" Busako cried out, and since there were only hunters and bohemians around, he had no worries about causing the soldiers to be uneasy, "If we continue on our journey like this, we will exhaust ourselves to death when Pisa does not need Calgino." ”

Listening to Busako's words, Alexander finally had to stop, he looked around, looking at the soldiers who couldn't stop gasping, their nostrils fanning desperately, and the soldiers who were riding on the horses, and the sweat that had soaked the dust on their faces, Alexander finally nodded silently.

Then he looked up at the sky, and suddenly burst out with a helpless roar!

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