Sforza is a legendary surname, and it was once said that anyone who possesses this surname is born with a soul that is a traitor.

Whether or not this is insulting, the family's history is a story of intrigue and betrayal, and many people find it strange that the family never seems to regard the public seizure of power from others as something to be condemned, but rather a jaw-dropping law of elimination, and the seizure of power is only one of the more intense parts of the law.

Constantine guessed that he would be in trouble, and when the unexpected cannon sound sounded on Mount Appio, he was shocked and took the opportunity to get rid of the stalemate with the Venetians, and Constantine launched the attack first without waiting for the other party to react, and the stubborn character of the Swiss burst out with amazing power at that time, and the Venetians were killed by a group of Swiss mountain mercenaries who kept howling before they could organize a defense.

It's just that Konstantin has some regrets that the Venetian with the eye-catching bright red hat tassel has escaped, he can see that that person should not be an ordinary officer, but Konstantin can still keep a little calm at the critical moment to remind himself that there are more important things to do, so he gave up the rare opportunity to slaughter the Venetians, and quickly bypassed Mount Appio with his Swiss army, preparing to move closer to the French.

But even he didn't expect that he would rush into the gap between the two sides so easily, and even when he had to order the Swiss spearmen to pull apart from the already not so close formation, he still saw the large open space exposed on both sides of his own team.

However, Konstantin was not worried at first, although the coalition forces seemed to be aggressive, but he knew that some of them had even more hatred between them than against the French, so he thought that he just needed to be careful not to make things worse.

Until the Eagle and Serpent Banner of Sforza was seen.

Seeing the procession coming from afar, Constantine looked back at Rocca Lipas, from which he could faintly see a corner of the temple of Diana, and the French knights lined up on the hillside in front of the temple.

Still didn't see Scharlon, but Konstantin wasn't too worried, after all, if something happened to Sharron's identity, it was impossible not to have any news, and so far, both the French army and the coalition army looked normal, and there were not too many riots.

It's just that the appearance of the Sforza family made Konstantin a little worried, because he knew that the relationship between the Sforza family and Savoy was not only not harmonious, but even dirty, and Charlon was precisely the nobleman of Savoy.

Konstantin gripped the spear hard, and the spear did not feel very comfortable in his hands, but he did not care about it when he saw that the army was already approaching Sforza.

When he saw a head that was almost completely covered by thick light yellow hair, Konstantin couldn't help but slightly turn the corners of his mouth into a slight thought, although this casual movement was not noticeable, but he still saw anger in the other party's eyes.

"If I were you, you should worry about your situation now, not giggle." The knight of the Sforza family pulled his horse hard, he looked over the head of the Constantine and looked up the hill, and when he saw the French parked on the slope of the mountain, the knight raised his hand slightly, and with his gesture, the cavalry behind him raised their spears, and the sharp tips of the spears pointed at Constantine's ranks.

There was a brief commotion among the Swiss, after all, the elongated sparse formation had little defense, and the opposing cavalry only needed to rush hard to completely crush them, but the commotion soon subsided, and as a shout rang out from different parts of the ranks, the Swiss soldiers led by their respective squad leaders were sideways, and a row of sparse but still formidable stretches of spear walls were erected.

"Are the Roviers going to be completely devoted to the French?" The knight asked aloud, his mouth covered with a thick beard kept moving, and his eyes under his pale yellow eyebrows were fixed on Konstantin.

"The Rovere family is only loyal to God, but I hope that our friends will not be in danger," Constantine looked at the other man, he knew this man, but he didn't know that it was actually this man who was directing the siege of the French in Rome, "de Charlaon of Savoy is our mutual friend, so I will not allow anyone to threaten him." ”

"But he's not my friend," Sforza's knight stretched his raised hand forward slightly, hearing the sound of the horsemen's hooves behind him, his beard trembling slightly, and a smile seemed to appear on his face, "If you don't want to get out of the way, I can let my people help you decide." ”

Konstantin was undaunted, he also raised his arms, and when he glanced to the side and saw the spearmen at both ends of the feet with steady sideways steps, he nodded: "Then see it, Francisco Maria Sforza, if you are willing to bear all this to your father, then Milan will suffer the wrath of Genoa for your actions." ”

The knight's hand, known as Francisco Maria Sforza, paused slightly, and his eyes were fixed on Constantine, as if to discern from his face how much of these words were bluffing.

The soldiers on both sides were slowly approaching each other, and the Milanese had begun to become agitated, speed and impact were the keys to the horse's power, but now the Genoese were pressing forward and shortening the distance between the two sides, which made the Milanese feel that it was becoming more and more difficult to make the horses run.

Francisco Maria Sforza's heart was beating violently, and he didn't know if Konstantin on the other side was like him, but at this moment he was angry.

Because he knew very well that the anger that came from Genoa was not something to be said casually, but a threat that must be faced.

Francisco Maria Sforl was well aware of the extent of the influence of the Rovere family on Genoa, and the Roverre family was the largest of the city-states that professed to be a republic but had no nobility.

They had the largest chamber of commerce and fleets, and with the influence of the Rovere family in the Church over the ages, they had an army large enough to control the entire city-state.

Do you really have to choose whether to face the wrath of Genoa and to go to war with each other?

Or is that what the French are hoping for?

The knight of the Sforza family looked again at the French army on the top of the hill, and he saw that the French were gathering momentum.

Francisco Maria Sfor, feeling that he was not afraid of the French, had gained the upper hand, and had not only cut off the French from retreating to Rome, but had even faintly surrounded them, and with a little more stability, they would not have escaped from him.

"de Charlaon of Savoy?" Francisco Maria Sforr nodded, "I see, I won't stop him if he wants to leave, but it's impossible for the rest of the French to escape, in fact I can defeat them completely at any time, so hurry up what you want, I can give you time until sunset," he looked up at the sky, and then increased his tone, "Then I'll attack, and if your men haven't left the battlefield by then, then you pray to God for peace." ”

Konstantin slowly lowered the spear in his hand, he secretly told himself to be calm, and then he nodded silently, looking at Sforza's army as they slowly retreated, until he couldn't see their faces clearly, he exhaled with a little difficulty.

Looking back at the sky and looking at the top of the mountain, he frowned again, he didn't have much time and needed to convince the stubborn Frenchman as soon as possible.

At this time, Alexander was on the run.

The explosion on Mount Appio not only caused many casualties to the Allied cavalry rushing to the top of the mountain, but most importantly, not only did it destroy all the gunpowder, but the only artillery that the Allied forces had was almost destroyed in the continuous fierce explosions.

At least the bases of the heavy guns were in tatters due to the shock of the explosion and could no longer support the guns, and the smaller guns were simply blown up, and some of them were completely damaged.

Of course, Alexander didn't know exactly how much artillery he had destroyed in the Coalition army, but he knew very well that the result of his actions was to make others hate him completely.

So after coming down from Mount Appio, he did not rush to rendezvous with Konstantin, but tried to quickly break away from the pursuers behind.

Although they were caught off guard and even the captain was killed in the confusion, the hatred made the coalition heavy cavalry completely hate Alexander and his Agri who had put them in such a situation.

The heavy cavalry, who had finally struggled out of the bombed scorched woods, shouted angrily, looking at the corpse of the captain who had already died when they found it, and the reorganized heavy cavalry desperately pursued in the direction of Alexander's escape.

Soon, Alexander, who had been looking back frequently, saw a thick cloud of smoke rising in the distance behind him, and the smoke seemed so thick that he knew it was not caused by the hunters.

Alexander couldn't help but look back, and when he saw the vast expanse of dust scattered in a row, scattered but stubbornly following closely, he was already sure that it was a sight that would only occur when the heavy cavalry advanced.

"Hurry up, let's get out of here!"

Alexander sweated a little on his forehead.

With the exception of the Bohemians and the Chasseurs, the Agri were all spearmen and musketeers.

It is impossible for infantry to outrun cavalry, even if they are heavily armoured and cannot run long distances.

"My lord, we can't outrun them!"

An Agri cried out in a little desperation.

Previously, all the Bohemians and Chasseurs had been sent out to contain the coalition infantry, but now if the enemy attacked, the only ones who could resist them were these hairy men and musketeers.

"Find a place where there is an obstacle and line up!"

Alexander finally gave the order, and he quickly looked around, and when he saw a rough stretch of bush on a gentle slope not far away, he immediately ordered the group to turn around and move towards the bush whose branches looked a little hideous because it was winter.

"Caro, it's up to you now, you must buy more time."

Alexander said secretly in his heart.

Carlo's current situation is not very good, when he found that the heavy cavalry was actually chasing after Alexander like crazy, Carlo, who was about to join Alexander, had to follow the enemy with the hunting guards, trying to stop their pursuit with constant harassment.

However, although the light cavalry is agile and agile, if it directly confronts the heavy cavalry, it is completely at a disadvantage.

Caro and the huntsmen harassed the heavy cavalry, shooting at them at close range, or the Bohemians approached quickly and slashed with their sabers.

The heavy cavalry was enraged, their thick armor withstood most of the muskets, and even the Bohemians were not much of a threat to them, but they were forced to stop from time to time to deal with the pesky light cavalry.

A small group of heavy cavalry began to move to the side, they lined up in the distance facing Carlo's men, and when a small knight gave the order, the heavy cavalry attacked them.

Faced with an enemy rushing like a flock of crazy bison, Carlo had to give the order to retreat, knowing that his men would never be able to confront the heavy cavalry head-on, and looking at the heavy cavalry that took this opportunity to continue to pursue Alexander, Caro's forehead broke out with sweat.

Behind the groves, the squad leader urged the nervous musketeers to use the clumps of dwarf trees as a barrier, holding muskets and spears to stare at the steaming smoke and dust that was approaching in the distance.

"You are the best hunters in Agri!" Alexander drove his horse forward along the low woods, "As long as you hold the formation, you will not fail, I know you are tired, but those heavy cavalry are even more tired than us, because Carlo has been harassing them with the hunting guards, they have run all the way, and now they have to face your muskets, so don't be afraid, because they will soon be afraid!" ”

"My lord, I'm not a hunter, I used to be a pigger," said a half-crouched spearman, a little timidly, "those heavy cavalry will kill us all, they are terrible." ”

"Then close your eyes and don't look at them," Alexander stopped in front of the spearman, "since you raise pigs, have you ever killed them," and without waiting for the soldier to reply, Alexander continued, "just treat them as if they were a herd of pigs that you had raised before, except that the pigs don't wear armor." ”

The nearby Agri were amused by Alexander's words, but Alexander shook his head affirmatively.

"Don't laugh, I'm telling you the truth," he looked back at the approaching smoke, and a faint shadow could already be seen in the smoke and dust, "Look at the open field behind you, if we continue to run away, the only result will be to be overtaken, and then they will be killed at will, but as long as we stay here, this is when we slaughter them, they have chased all the way and their horses are almost out of strength, remember your training, remember to protect your companions, And remember that you have taught them a hard lesson just now, as long as you persist, you can survive! ”

Alexander's words made the Agles look around them, and in the midst of the jagged spears were the musketeers who had previously shown their might on Mount Appio, and in front of them was a low but wide wood, which looked harsh and rugged because of the dry and cracked climate of winter.

"They can't rush us, we can survive." A musketeer wiped the sweat from his face with his gunpowder-stained hand.

"Yes, as long as we hold on to the woods, we will survive."

"And Carlo and the Bohemians, they won't leave us alone!"

The Agreites grew from their previous fears, and as Alexander had said, the open field behind them made them see greater danger, and they could not help but fear the slaughter they might face in the open when they saw the heavy cavalry charging down the hillside.

And they also understood how much the enemy hated them from the previous attack on Mount Appio, and only by thinking about the outcome of being defeated by the other side, the Agri knew that they had no way out.

"Array! Array! ”

Shouts rang out from behind the groves, and the Agri pressed close to each other, their spears viciously forward, pointing at the jagged groves, while a row of muskets interspersed between the gaps in the spears, and the muzzles of the uneven black holes were aimed at the front through the gaps in the spearmen.

Figures faintly shimmering with armor reflections in the smoke and dust were getting closer and closer, and the sand on the ground was beating gently from the impact of the heavy cavalry.

Looking at the cavalry in front of him, who had already rushed not far in front of the low woods, Alexander raised his arms high!

With a trumpet, flickering fires and thundering gunshots!

The Agri phalanx, Alexander's first roar!