At noon on May 3, 1497, the Venetian lieutenant Pietiglino made a midday prayer in the church of Ciudad Realo.

His pious appearance was praised by the church priest, especially after he promised to make a large donation to the church, and the priest asserted that the pious Venetian would have his wish come true.

Pittiliuno only laughed at the priest's prophecy, knowing that it was all just the money he had given to the church, but he did need such a good name, especially after he had decided to take advantage of the war to regain the trust of the governor, and he needed this seemingly unreliable but important public opinion to most people.

Pittiglino needed to make him remembered by the common people of Venice, and this could not be done only by military exploits, after all, for ordinary citizens, sometimes miracles such as miracles were more appealing to them, and as long as he could establish his prestige among the common people, Pittiglino believed that he would have a chance to get Doge Barbarig to reuse him.

After all, for the Venetians, sometimes a controversial hero attracts more attention than a conformist general.

Believing that he could win by God's grace, Pitiglino knew that this was no longer the time to rely on unreliable and frequent miracles to deceive people, but on careful planning and accurate judgment of the enemy.

Pitigilino dared to divide his forces in two, guessing that Giovanni would not attack him on his own initiative, and now it seems that his guess was correct.

The Papal army did not take the opportunity to march on the Rearo after leaving the Chimone, but took a rather strange route towards the east of the Reialo.

Pittiglino did not doubt that Giovanni's purpose in doing this was to cut off his retreat and cut off his contact and supply lines with the Venetians if he had the opportunity, but he also knew that this should not be Giovanni's real purpose, and it was obvious that Giovanni wanted to make the Genoese and the coalition army consume each other, and then take advantage of it when both sides were defeated.

Pittiliano walked outside the church, the sunlight above him glaring, and after putting his wide-brimmed hat on his head, he looked at the adjutant who had been waiting outside anxiously.

"My lord," the adjutant called, his voice a little hurried, and he paused again at the sight of Pittiliano's gaze, "Oral, there must have been a fight." ”

Pittiliano nodded slowly, he knew that the adjutant would be so nervous because of the battle on Oral's side, if that battle went well, then they didn't even need to start a real battle with the Holy See army, and it was possible to force Giovanni, who had become alone, to choose to retreat.

The adjutant knew that the battle of Oral was too important for Pitigliano, because he wanted more than just victory, but more importantly, victory at a small cost.

One of the important reasons why Pittiliuno was not appreciated by the governor Barbarig after winning the Battle of Fornovo, and even was neglected at home for a time, was that the Venetians suffered huge losses in the Battle of Fornovo.

Because of this, Pitiglino needed a near-complete victory to prove that he was still the best general in Venice.

"Don't worry, Giulio, we're going to win, don't forget we have 15,000 men in Oral, unless that Calgino is an idiot, then his only option is to retreat."

Pittiliano comforted his lieutenant as he looked in the direction of the outside of the city.

"Maybe we should now think about what to do with that Duke Gandino, after all, he is the great enemy we have to deal with in this war."

Pitigliino's judgment of the enemy was indeed accurate, and Cargino was not an idiot, so he chose to let his right flank retreat slowly towards the edge of the road.

He did not even wait for his army to engage in even a brief battle with the Venetians on the opposite side before ordering the army to give way to the side of Olaar, but at the same time Calgino gave the order to retreat his left flank to the north of the town.

The Genoese began to move, and groups of Genoese soldiers moved along the edge of the town to the north, no one cared about what would become of the south of Oral Town, which was gradually exposed to the Venetians as they abandoned their positions, and even laughed mockingly as the Venetians retreated along the main road towards the edge of the town.

"That Count Montina is in big trouble this time," said a mercenary who walked slowly in the field with a spear, and there was a small noise in the bag of his clothes, which was all his belongings, and the soldier even threw away his half-body armor for the gold and silver, "The Venetian will let him know what is great." ”

The soldier said as he walked a few briskly steps forward to catch up with his companion in front of him, and then struggled to climb a slightly raised low slope.

Although the low slope is not high, you can still clearly see the scene on the plain in the distance.

The soldiers saw the Venetian flag of the winged lion and began to move closer in front of an abandoned parapet that had been erected earlier in the town, followed by the Venetian army that gradually poured into the open field.

"What a big problem," the soldier shook his head, "those poor creatures from Naples are so unlucky this time to be on an errand under such an unlucky fellow." ”

"But it's good to have this Count Montina, otherwise it would be us who would be unlucky," the other mercenary shook his head slightly with his shield in his hand, "Those Neapolitans are finished, the Venetians will occupy the south of the town as long as they keep advancing, and it will not be easy for them to get out of the town now." ”

The Genoese standing far away were talking, and some experienced veterans even pointed out the novices next to them from time to time.

"So in the future, we should be alive, and when we see that the situation is not good, we will run away quickly, you must know that we earn so much money as soldiers for the lords, but there is no need to put your life into it, you must know that making money can only be spent by life," a veteran instructed the two mercenaries who looked very young next to him, "Look at those Neapolitans, they are not smart enough, and they still refuse to leave the town, you must know that the Venetians can completely surround them as long as they follow the town south, and at that time, Their money became the spoils of war for the Venetians. ”

The old soldier shook his head as he spoke, he seemed to have seen the Neapolitan deaths, but his sigh seemed a little too mindful, and he didn't know whether it was for the fate of the Neapolitans, or for the spoils that ended up in the hands of others.

Calgino sat on his horse with a blank face, the armor of his helmet had been lifted, but the look on his face at this time was no more amiable than wearing a mask,

"My lord, the Venetians seem to have slowed down," one of his men reminded Calgino, "and their left flank seems to be in formation." ”

Calgino nodded silently, already noticing that the Venetians were slowing down in their closing on him, letting him know that the enemy seemed to understand his intentions.

Even if there is an irresolvable feud, it is not something that can never be compromised.

The Venetians may think that the 7,000 men facing him this time can win more or less, but if Cardino refuses to fight, the Venetians may not be able to completely defeat him for a while.

Since they couldn't win quickly, perhaps another seemingly easier prey became a target for the Venetians.

Alexander stood at the end of the road, not very far from the southern end of the town, which happened to be the apex of the main road in the center of Oral that turned slightly to the north, and from here he could clearly see the coalition forces marching towards the town of Orar.

Although the enemy ranks looked dense and compact, it was not difficult to distinguish between Milan and the Venetians.

The light jackets of the Milanese were very different from the dark coats of the Venetians, and the Milanese cavalry in shining armor quickly interspersed through the gaps of the infantry formations.

"It seems that you are in a bad situation," said Orgara, who was standing beside Alexander, in a tone of slight pity, "if I go to their side at this time and make conditions for you, I may be able to help you through this." ”

"Madame, this battle is indeed a difficult one for me," Alexander did not pay any attention to Orgara's words, and nodded back to the beautiful woman, "and I do want to avoid this fight if I can, but we all know that it is impossible. ”

"Why can't it be?" Orgala looked at Alexander's eyes and narrowed slightly, "We all know that in fact, this war has little to do with you, if you want, you can stay out of it." ”

"But my fiancée is Barentia della Rovere, and I am the Count of Montina, and that alone is enough to make it impossible for me to get out of this war."

Orgala's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she reminded Alexander of the proud and pampered purebred cats in the Persian palace, but Orgala looked more seductive than the beautiful and charming Persian cats.

"Or maybe you don't want to shy away from this fight, in fact, I have a feeling that this is the moment you've been waiting for."

After Orgala finished speaking, she looked at Alexander's face earnestly, as if trying to prove her judgment right from his subtle expression.

However, Alexander put down the mask on his helmet at this time.

His gaze looked at Orgara through the gap in his mask.

"Madam, it's time for you to leave, the next town of Oral will be something you don't want to see."

Olgala obviously didn't want to leave so easily, but Alexander's words were quickly fulfilled.

When she saw the first group of Venetians in a dense formation along the main road within sight of her, a loud but deafening sound of gunfire suddenly poured into the ears of Lady Olgala!

The young lady instantly opened her mouth and screamed hysterically, but she soon found that she could not hear herself at all.

But then, the loud sound, which seemed to pierce the ear piercing, swept over Lady Olgara again before she had time to let out a second scream.

At the same time, with the harsh smoke enveloping the choking and intense smell of the medicine, Lady Olgala felt as if her throat was suddenly filled with soot, and she could not breathe at all!

But it wasn't the smoke and gunpowder that were really terrifying, for in the distance Orgala heard faint screams faintly audible in the echoing sound of gunfire, followed by a breath of disgusting blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder that filled the town.

Orgala only sniffed it and felt a tightness in her chest and almost vomited, she reached out and grabbed Alexander's cold arm, her lips trembled, and she said with a pale face: "Oh, no, I have to get out of here, I really can't stay any longer." ”

Alexander raised his hand and embraced Lady Olgala, and looked at the embarrassed beauty at this moment, and Alexander smiled at her.

"Madame, tell your master that I look forward to the opportunity to meet him again," Alexander certainly knew that it was no coincidence that Orgala appeared in Orar at such a time, and considering that he had not seen Grogenin from the Low Countries since he left Naples, he believed that the Low Country merchant was probably a little impatient.

"Let me send you away, ma'am."

Alexander did not look back at the scene on the battlefield, in fact, after the start of a battle, it was often a long time after it was no longer under the control of the commander, when he heard the sound of muskets that began to ring behind him, and the shouts of the Venetians who had regrouped after being hit and began to charge, Alexander put down a stone that had been hanging in his heart.

It's finally getting started!

Alexander told himself this in his heart.

Olgala's entourage was on the south side of the town, and the attendants were visibly relieved when they saw the presence of the hostess.

When Alexander helped Orgala to the carriage, Orgala hesitated for a moment, and suddenly leaned over Alexander's helmet and kissed him gently.

"I know you won't care about my blessing, but I wish you victory."

With that, she shook the bell vigorously, and the horse took a step in the loud shouting of the coachman.

When the carriage had traveled some way, the valet who was sitting beside Olgala finally asked, "Madame, do you think the Count of Montina can win?" ”

"I don't know," Orgara said, turning her head to look at the town of Orar, which was now completely obliterated in the sound of fierce shouts and fierce muskets, "that man, like Master Groganin, is becoming more and more incomprehensible. ”

Olgala's party soon left the town of Orar, and as the carriage was just driving up the road leading to Genoa outside the town, an earth-shattering roar suddenly came from behind them!

The roar came as if it were a volcanic eruption, and the horses began to gallop with a neighing start, and the coachman could not control his strength.

The loud noise made Orgala, who was sitting in the car, instinctively cover her ears with her hands, and the maid next to her turned pale with fright because she was defenseless, and her forehead hit the wooden board in front of her in a panic.

"What's that?!"

The maid screamed in horror, and Orgara suddenly looked back at the town of Orar, where there was still a loud noise.

And on the terrace south of the town of Oral, watching the coalition forces pouring into the town like a tidal wave, Gompati shouted to the gunners standing behind the fanned cannons: "Target, town center road, fire!" ”