When the first cannonball fell, Cardino's hand as he reached out to catch the glass paused as his eyes fixed on the direction that burst into a cloud of crimson mist.

The originally tight formation was like a piece of butter that had suddenly been pressed into a deep pit. The splattered body fragments are actually invisible, but the shadows flying everywhere are terrifying.

Calgino's hand was retracted, and just as he was about to say something, the first cannon followed the sound of the cannon.

The first cannonball was lucky enough to go straight into the ranks of the Genoese, so that the next few cannons almost did not need to be corrected, and the shells were directly poured out towards the enemy below the mountain.

Second, third, fourth......

Cargino watched as the cannonballs landed in his ranks, followed by patches of flesh mixed with something that didn't know what to fly.

"Artillery?!"

Calgino looked back abruptly over the hill, and he thought of infantry or Bohemian cavalry, but not artillery.

This was so because he knew that Alexander was from Pisa.

He didn't think that Pisa would have enough artillery for Alexander, and even if it did, it was unlikely to be portable.

The first round of artillery fire came suddenly, and the shells that fell in an instant brought complete panic and fear to the Genoese.

The screams did not stop as the shelling stopped, but when the rumbling sound finally died down, the terrible screams in the formation were heard in all directions.

It was only then that Calgino seemed to have finally come to his senses, and he urged his horse forward, ignoring the obstructions of those around him, and rushed forward with a shout as he caught up with the rear of the team in front of him.

Only by this time the whole group seemed to be slowed down by the sudden bombardment, so when he finally crossed the last rank, and was about to cross the creek towards the attacked rank, with a muffled sound, a familiar roar came again.

"My lord, it's dangerous!" One of his attendants, who had followed closely, threw himself at Cargino, and the two men fell off their horses, and the weight of his armor weighed down on his back, and Calgino's back was barely able to lift his head in the knee-high stream.

"Boom!"

This time, because of his proximity, Cargino felt the vibration of the cannonball as it landed on the ground, and the stream poured into his armor again, causing his body, which had just struggled to get up, to fall into the water again.

A mouthful of salty water poured into Calgino's mouth, causing him to cough.

The bombardment ensued again, and when Cargino was dragged back to the other side of the stream by the desperate tugging of his retinue, he saw that the entire stream had been dyed a terrible crimson color, and several torn and tattered mutilated limbs were rolling in the stream and colliding between the legs of the disorganized soldiers and drifting downstream.

"Take that mountain!"

Calgino almost roared and gave the order.

He was not afraid, but angry, and looking at the soldiers who had fallen in the stream, Cardino felt that he was being ridiculed.

"My lord, they don't have a lot of artillery, I noticed that it shouldn't be more than 10 guns." An entourage of anxious reports.

"Less than 10 guns, right? But they're slaughtering my soldiers! Calgino angrily shouted to his side, "Order the brigade on the left flank to attack that hill, I don't want to see their shells fall on my soldiers again, at least drive them down the hill!" ”

"Yes, my lord!"

Seeing that some of his men hurriedly rode their horses, Cardino immediately looked to the other side.

It was then that he heard again the sound of musket firing.

The whole row of rising smoke was enveloping the other side of the river in patches of white smoke, and before the first layer of smoke had dispersed, it was accompanied by another burst of gunfire, and under the rain of flying bullets, some of the Genoese who had stopped because of the shelling were shot and fell.

"Don't stop, keep going!" Kargino felt that something was wrong, he knew that it was too dangerous, especially when he was squeezed in the creek like this, and he couldn't help but clench his fists as he watched the team panic.

"Forward, forward!" A Genoese captain kept urging his men, the halberd in his hand slammed the helmets of the hesitant soldiers in front of him, and when he saw that the soldiers seemed to be at a loss because of the sudden attack, he snatched the flag from the flag bearer's hand, and kept shaking it while pushing the soldiers in front of him to rush frantically towards the other side of the stream.

"Don't stop, rush over!"

The captain shouted to the soldiers who had already stepped on the bank of the stream, but had become panicked by the sudden shelling of the team behind them, and he saw that the soldiers in front had already taken off their crossbows, but the sudden attack made them forget for a moment what to do next.

"Rush over, rush in front of them and you won't be afraid of artillery!"

The captain's words alerted the Genoese, and they began to desperately charge towards the opposite shore, while the soldiers at the front, who had enough distance up, raised their crossbows.

"Bang bang!"

The jagged twisted strings sounded one after another, and one after another black shadows instantly swept towards the Montina people on the opposite side, and in an instant, a miserable scream came from the opposite side.

"Ready, spear wielding!" The captain yelled as he heard the same order coming from the other side.

"Spear wielding!"

The Genoese spears protruded from the formation, the sharp, straight spears of the front-line soldiers glowing with cold light, and the most determined and experienced warriors were placed in the first row of the formation, and they were the first to attack the enemy's formation, which also consisted of spears and shields.

"Steady, they're coming, but they're all stupid, do your own thing, you're a hero!"

An "uncle" stood at the back of the formation, also holding a halberd in his hand, but with a musket hanging from his waist.

Agri's veteran looked at the enemy on the other side through the edge of his hat and helmet, and when he saw that their feet were stable, but the spear in his hand seemed to be shaking and rushing forward, the "uncle" suddenly let out a loud laugh.

"They can't see us clearly, they see them, and come up!"

With this shout, the first Genoese finally rushed to the front of Montina's formation.

The spear stabbed forward, and the shield squeezed desperately!

The clashing of weapons, the screams of soldiers, and the sound of countless pairs of feet trampling on the ground suddenly mixed together.

The hand-to-hand combat that the Genoese had been waiting for for had finally begun!

Montina's formation fluctuated instantly, and some places were retreating, so that some places were prominent, but then the retreating parts quickly surged in and mixed with the prominent places, and for a while, the two sides collided with each other like two huge waves, crushing each other!

"Rushed up." Cargino finally exhaled, and he looked up the hill again.

By this time the left flank of the Genoese was approaching the hill, and their captain knew that Calgino was furious, and knew that he must take it at such a time, or face the wrath of the commander.

"Hurry up, it's not difficult," the captain encouraged the soldiers who were following him, "We just need to rush up the hill before the Montina can help, and then you will be paid enough." ”

The captain's words seemed to encourage the soldiers, and they let out a burst of cheers, until a strange noise suddenly flew past the captain's body, and with the pain of the scorching heat, the captain saw a sudden hole in the chest of one of the soldiers beside him.

Then there was a strange whistling, and a continuous scream rang out from behind him!

The captain felt as if someone had been punched in the back, and the sheer force of the thick armor hitting his back sent him lunging forward, all the while he heard more of that strange whistling sound.

Gompati stood next to an eagle cannon, which he had personally measured and controlled, and the other four guns had landed exactly according to the point of his shells.

The Genoese people below the mountain were not very far away, and if you looked closely, you could even faintly see their looks, which was a little closer to Gompati.

But he wasn't worried, he knew he was going to face this situation when the first shell went out.

"Don't waste it," Gompati instructed the gunner beside him, referring to the kind of cannonballs he had shown Alexander before, and he had only brought two boxes of them, but he felt that perhaps he did not need to use them all, and that everything would already be in order.

Victory or defeat, there is no third outcome.

Cleaning up the slag marks, the shells with strange grooves were pushed into the chamber and then tamped.

The stench of the twisted wire of the medicine bag when it burned made people cover their noses, and with the green smoke rising, the twisted wire burned rapidly, and then with a muffled sound that seemed to come from the ground, with the cannon slamming backwards, the two round wheels supporting the cannon body instantly plowed two deep trenches in the shallow pit dug in the ground.

Gompati could not see the trajectory of the cannonballs, but he could feel the trail of the air waves, and his eyes were fixed on the mountain until the air wave stirred up a red mist among the Genoese people below.

If anyone's eyes can keep up with the speed of the cannonball, they will find that when the cannonball falls, the groove engraved on it will suddenly burst, and then all the fragments will fly in all directions with the direction of rotation of the groove, and the sharp fragments will sweep around in a form like a spreading vortex under the action of the huge centrifugal force, and in an instant everything within the range of these fragments will be ruthlessly torn through.

The flesh seemed so fragile at this moment, when the flesh was torn open, and the blood vessels were squeezed by the tearing and blood gushing out, the shell fragments still refused to stay, they broke the bones that stood in front of them, or stuck directly into the human body, and when there was armor to block the attack of the shell fragments, those fragments would fly in all directions, or simply collapse upwards, directly tearing the throat of some hapless man, or shaving off his jaw.

The Genoese who fell to the ground let out a scream of pain, clutching their wounds or half-missing limbs, and the horror of the sight made their companions shudder.

The captain felt a blur on his face, he wiped it and it felt slimy, he knew that it was not only blood, but also the shredded flesh splashed by the soldiers next to him, which made him a little nauseous, but he still couldn't help yelling: "Don't stop, rush forward!" ”

The Genoese charged again, fearful of the terrible slaughter caused by the artillery, but also aroused their anger, and the Genoese began to rush towards the mountain in a frenzy as they watched the smoke rise from the mountain.

"They're going to rush up!"

One of the gunners shouted to Gompati a little nervously, he knew very well what would happen if his people fell into the hands of the Genoese, although the gunners were rare talents in this era, but if the damage caused to the enemy was too great, then once captured, it was very likely that they would be slaughtered on the spot by the angry enemy.

"Then they need to be able to stop Agri." Gompati waved his hand to the trumpeter standing beside him.

The horn sounded, the figures swayed, and a neat line slowly walked out of the tall grass on the side of the hill.

"Let me see how you train." Gompati whispered as he looked at the group of Agri musketeers who were slowly approaching the Genoese from the side.

It was a group of pikemen, in addition to the front row, followed by a group of musketeers, marching in order, even on the rugged hillside, to the rhythm of the drummer in the center of the line.

"Peacock Army......

One of the gunners muttered, then shouted at the two deputies to pull away the deerskin-wrapped wooden staff.

Another shell was stuffed into the chamber, the gunners did not know the origin of the shell, Gompati was careful to keep it a secret, but when the first shell was fired, the gunners already knew what they were doing.

They're making death!

Below the slope you can also hear the strange drum beat of the Agri ranks, a tune that makes you instinctively want to move to the rhythm.

Stand, hold a gun.

From the hill, the Agri could be seen doing all this in order.

The Genoese had been rushing towards the hill because of the group of Agri that appeared on the side slope.

Their formation began to move sideways, and the soldiers looked at their captain.

"Why hasn't anyone noticed a team of hillbillies here?"

The captain roared in disgust, and he wanted to order his troops to continue charging up the hill, but seeing the strange-looking group of Agri, who were watching them from a distance on the side slope, the captain hesitated and decided to deal with the enemies first.

Like his companions on the front, it took only the shortest time for him to make the right decision to melee with the enemy as much as possible.

The Genoese began to turn quickly, knowing that they had to rush as far as possible before the enemy artillery could fire again, so that the enemy artillery would not dare to shoot because of their scruples.

The captain had made the right decision, and as the team quickly changed direction, he noticed that the enemy artillery on the hill was also busy adjusting its angles, which led him to believe that if he was fast enough, he might only need to withstand a single round of enemy artillery fire at most to rush into the Agri formation.

The peculiar beat of the drum sounded again, but this time the beating was fast, as if urging.

This made the Genoese people unhelp but speed up their pace.

But the Agri, apparently, did not want to give them a chance.

A row of muskets mounted on the branches of short spears stretched out from the bush of spears, the muzzles of the black holes pointed at the Genoese down the slope.

No one shoots, but the cold muzzle of the gun is terrifying.

The Genoese were still moving closer together and turning around, and then, the team on the right that they had turned to first came into range of the heavy muskets!

A shout came from the slope, and the captain couldn't help but look up, and then he heard a deafening thunderous salvo of heavy muskets.

The nearest formation on the right was hit by a whole group of heavy muskets, and the whirling projectiles streaked in the air in unseen waves of air towards the soldiers who were huddled together as they turned.

The bullets from the powerful muskets flew through the crowd, and when one person was hit, before he could realize that he had been shot, the bullets had passed through his body and landed on another.

The Genoese were startled by the screams of a group of soldiers who had been shot down from the right side of the line, and the formation they were turning towards was suddenly thrown into disarray, and at that moment they heard the terrible sound of drums again.

The Genoese could not see what the Agri were doing on the slope, but the strange movement that could be seen faintly made them know that it was not a good thing, and when they finally turned around at the urging of the captain, a burst of gunfire, though less roaring than before, but more dense, rang out from the slope.

The Agri musketeers, who had taken over the heavy muskets, opened fire on the left team that happened to be in range!

The captain felt the pain in his ear, and he knew that he was injured, and although it was not serious, his heart sank.

The two blows were devastating to the Genoese, but they were not fatal.

What was really fatal was when he saw the terrible cannon port on the hillside.

The captain stopped, and he didn't understand why, but a voice seemed to tell him, "It's here." ”

The captain exhaled, he raised the sword in his hand and pointed forward, as if to direct the army to charge, as if to say something to someone, and then he was torn to pieces directly by a flying cannonball.

A fierce cry came from very close, and then Alexander was pushed to the ground with all his might!

He felt a rush of heat coming from his arm, and he groaned as he groaned from the pain that had nearly dislocated his entire arm from the impact.

Alexander looked at his arm, and a dent in his armor that had been grazed by a crossbow arrow came to mind.

"Your Excellency, you have to stand back."

Busako whispered as his hunters raised their shields, and from the occasional thumping sound from the shields, it was clear that the Genoese crossbow arrows had begun to threaten the front of him.

"If I step back, then we'll lose."

Alexander said as he stood up, but he soon realized that the situation had gotten worse in just a few moments.

Another wave of onslaught, and a corner of Montina's army began to waver, first a little, then into retreat.

"That's it," Calgino said, holding out his hand, his finger pointing to the barely noticeable place, "the Montina people are gone, tell our people that that's where they collapsed." ”

With Cargino's order, the situation on the battlefield changed abruptly, and the Genoese rushed like a tidal wave towards a gap in Montina's army.

Finally, with a burst of cheers, the gap opened!

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