While the eastern side of the Bruini Valley was completely shrouded in darkness, there was still a lingering glow on the slope tops higher on the western side of the valley.

So when the French appeared at the top, the figures on their horses that could not stop shaking, stretched out in the light of the setting sun behind, looked like ghosts that had suddenly emerged from hell.

The Frenchmen, apparently scouting light horsemen, lingered on the slope for only a short time before disappearing behind it, but even that caused a commotion.

The mercenaries were better, although the pretense of relaxation could not completely hide the nervousness in their hearts, but compared to the recruits who were so nervous that they couldn't even hold their spears because they were on the battlefield for the first time, they were somewhat better.

It was the bohemians who really didn't see the nervousness.

Although it was far away, the people in the convoy were somewhat surprised to see the Bohemians on the hills and slopes on both sides of the distance urging the horses to run back and forth, as if the men and horses had moved their muscles and bones in advance, and what made them even more strange was that some of the bohemians even played tricks in a leisurely manner.

Some of them rolled back and forth on horseback, some grabbed the saddle and quickly flipped from side to side, and some threw up their sabers and swept their horses very close in front of the chariot, and then, in the midst of the exclamations of the people, they slashed at a small tree that passed by.

The Bohemian movement somewhat infected the soldiers in the chariot formation, and although they were still trembling with nervousness in their spears, they were still panting and staring uneasily at the dimming valley slopes to the west.

Alexander was just as nervous, but he knew that he couldn't expose his emotions to others, and he had to be sure to be victorious, even if his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Alexander resisted to let himself turn back, he knew that Joanna's carriage was not far behind him, so Sophia must be with the queen, and he told himself that he could not turn back, because if he looked back and saw Sophia, he might never have the courage to hold on.

He may lose confidence in his ability to hold on to the car, and then only think about taking Sofia away from the oncoming Frenchman.

Alexander knew that even the slightest hint of such thoughts could never be erased.

And the only result of this idea is failure.

Alexander listened carefully to the distant sound of the valley, where there had been only the sound of the wind, and then he landed on one knee and reached out and pressed lightly against the wooden spokes of the wheels of a carriage clinging to the ground.

A faint vibration came from the spokes, and feeling the friction between the spokes and the palm of his hand caused by the vibration, Alexander immediately stood up.

"Agri!" He gave the first order: "Remember your previous training, as long as you obey the order to hold the chariot formation, you will not die here, now listen to the order, spearman raise the spear!" ”

The Agri soldiers, who had also heard the faint sound at the top of the slope, gasped nervously, and the spearman, who had looked like an old soldier and seemed to be quite relaxed, had now pushed the half-new leather helmet on top of his head, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and when he saw the first Frenchman, the soldier immediately pulled out the cross hanging around his neck from his collar and bit it in his mouth.

"Didn't you say that the French would not attack us at night?" The companion next to him trembled a little because his lips trembled violently, "But they came directly now." ”

"Don't ask me, I don't know what's going on," the soldier yelled angrily, his lips trembling as he looked at the growing number of Frenchmen on the top of the slope, "No, we have to get out of here, there are too many of them, we will die here." ”

"But where do we go, we can stay here for a while longer, and if we run out, we will die faster." The young soldier who was scared to death before seemed to be out of the way, clutching his spear and looking at the figure swaying in the distance from the gap between the two carriages, "Lord Lord, what he said is right, as long as we don't die here." ”

As he spoke, he raised his spear tremblingly, struggling to poke the tip of the spear through the gap.

In the darkness, two horsemen on horseback slowly marched out of the ranks of the French opposite, and they stopped at a great distance, one of them urging the horse a few steps forward.

"In the name of the King of France," the other knight said in a loud voice, and although the accent sounded a little strange, the people in the chariot could still hear it clearly, "report your banner and origin, and let us know whom you are allegiated." ”

By the time the man shouted, Alexander had completely calmed down, and he was thinking about the day.

October 4, 1496.

He remembered being told that today was the martyrdom day of a certain saint, but there were so many martyrs for more than a thousand years that he didn't remember who it was commemorating today.

But Alexander knew that this day was destined to be of extraordinary significance to him.

"Her Majesty Joanna de Aragon, Queen of the Kingdom of Naples and ruler of Naples and Aragon Tyroa, is going to Rome to meet the Pope." Alexandre also cried out, knowing that it was because of the abundance of forces in Italy today, and the fact that each of them had larger groups and alliances to which they depended or allied, that even the French, who were now in deep trouble, could not be sure whether they were facing enemies or allies that were already rare.

But it was evident that his answer surprised the Frenchman, and at the time of hearing Joanna's name, the knight slightly further back of the two had already urged his horse forward, and at the same time his right hand was raised high to show that there was no hostility.

"I am the Viscount of Gronob of France," the Frenchman shouted to the convoy as he walked slowly and parallel not far from the edge of the convoy, "I have noticed that you have brought food, and as a sign of respect for the House of Aragon, I may consider letting you go, but you must keep your food, and in exchange I will order my army to respect the Queen and all her retinue." ”

Alexander heard a slight commotion behind him, and he knew that the Queen's men had apparently heard the French, and he could imagine that they must have been encouraging Joanna to accept the Frenchman's suggestion.

Sure enough, as soon as the Frenchman's words fell, a man from behind him was already hurrying from the queen's procession.

Alexander shook his head secretly in his heart, whether it was Joanna's meaning or the thoughts of her entourage, he had fully understood why the two generations of kings of Naples would be so quick to let the French beat the farts so quickly, and then simply let Gonzalo take away the military power, and even Frederick, who now seemed to have some skills, Alexander did not see any ability worthy of making people feel bright.

The footsteps had reached behind him, and at the same time the person behind him also spoke: "Take Naples ......"

"In the name of Naples!"

Alexander didn't let the man behind him finish speaking, he raised his arm, raised the musket that had already been loaded with ammunition and pointed it at the Frenchman outside the car, with a roar, the muzzle of the gun spewed sparks and smoke, and at the same time the war horse under the Frenchman's crotch let out a terrible neigh, and then the war horse rushed forward two steps, and then fell to the side suddenly!

The Frenchman, in full armor, fell to the ground with his horse like a huge bloated terracotta figurine, his body crushed under the wounded and struggling horse, and the people in the carriage could even hear the creaking and grinding of his armor.

"Prepare for battle!" After the first shot, Alexander had already drawn his sword, in fact, even he did not understand why he took the initiative to provoke the battle, but he could clearly feel that when the musket was fired, something seemed to burst out in his heart with the projectile that was ejected

"What are you doing!" The queen's retinue screamed in horror, he never thought that this Agri or Sicilian bun would be so bold, although the French were defeated by the coalition forces, they were still so terrible, he couldn't know why this person would go crazy enough to take the initiative to provoke the French.

But it was too late, and when Alexander shot down the horse of the Viscount of Gronob, no one expected that the battle would begin so unexpectedly.

Seeing the Viscount fall from his horse, the Frenchmen who had shouted before rushed towards him like crazy, and at the same time, a burst of angry shouts broke out in the French army behind them, and a group of French people pushed and rushed away without understanding what was happening, or did not know what to do, towards the Viscount who fell from his horse!

"Carlo!"

Alexander shouted, ignoring the queen's attendant who was screaming at him frantically, and at the same time as he shouted, the hunter who had been waiting suddenly burst out through the gap between the two carriages.

The hunter couldn't stop running forward, he held a sharp short knife in his hand, the blade swayed with his arm and whistled in the wind, and just as he was about to rush to Viscount Gronob, who was struggling to get out from under the horse, a black shadow suddenly slashed down at his shoulder from the side!

Carlo didn't even have time to see who was attacking him, his body slamming to the side, his legs sliding and rolling to the side on the dry grass.

The hollowed sword slashed through the air, and the knight's body shook on the horse because of the excessive force, but even then he still grabbed the reins with one hand and pulled hard, and when the war horse neighed because of the tightening of the mouth cage, his feet could not help but hover and tightly protect Viscount Gronob on the ground.

Carlo was rolling on the grass, and he felt the pain of the previous wound on his back make him tremble every time he collided with the ground, but he immediately struggled to jump because the Frenchmen had rushed towards him.

"Raise your gun!"

Carlo heard the familiar shouts ringing from the train, and he almost didn't think about throwing himself headlong into a puddle, and just as he plunged into the puddle and splashed a cloud of muddy water, a deafening roar rang out from the car.

At the same time, a large black shadow whistled over Carlo's head.

The knight who protected Viscount Gronob felt as if the church bell was ringing in his ears, but before the deafening sound could stun him, he felt as if he had been hit by countless crossbow arrows and was shaking, and with the last blow as if he had been smashed by someone, the knight could no longer sit still on his horse, and he staggered and fell from his horse, when the edge of the sturdy shoulder armor poked into the belly of the horse that was still struggling on the ground, With another shout from Viscount Gronob, who was crushed under the horse's belly, the horse's limbs immediately rose high into the sky.

The French soldiers who rushed to the front were hit before they even knew what was happening, and their bodies rushed backwards as if they had hit an invisible wall, and one of the most unlucky Frenchmen was undoubtedly taken care of because he was wearing a brightly colored waistcoat, and there were several more blood holes on his body in an instant, and when he fell, half of his ear torn off by bullets flew directly to Carlo's shoulder, who was lying in a puddle.

The feet of the French could not help but stagnate, but for a brief moment, the French had already rushed to the two men who had fallen to the ground, and several shields were raised.

At the same time, the muskets of the French finally roared!

The clearing was suddenly covered in thick smoke, and the whistling of muskets and the crackling of bullets on the car or shield came and went.

Carlo was crawling on the ground, he was not far from the convoy, and the French were much closer, and even the nearest one only had to rush a few steps forward to cut him to the ground.

There was another jumble of gunfire, and Carlo felt that at least it sounded completely different from his usual training, except for the neatness of the first firing, and the subsequent gunfire of the Agri was no longer in any order.

The threat to the French, which was sometimes hurried and sometimes scattered, apparently waned, when a Frenchman spotted Carlo, who was crawling from a puddle towards the convoy.

Sensing the dangerous beast, Carlo jerked back and saw the Frenchman raising his crossbow against him.

Carlo's body froze, he knew the crossbow, he had seen Kesel shoot through the stomach of a wild boar at close range with this terrible weapon when he was still a young master of the Kosenza family, when he was hunting with Kesel!

And the distance between him and the Frenchman was closer than the boar, unless the Frenchman was an idiot, and Carlo knew that he could not escape.

Carlo even seemed to hear the sound of a crossbow string bursting out, and the bolt flew towards Carlo at an unrecognizable speed through the dim clearing.

With a "poof", Carlo heard the muffled sound of a crossbow bolt piercing the ground, and at the same time he felt a hot pain coming from his forehead!

Missed?!

Carlo could hardly believe his luck, but when he saw that the Frenchman was falling backwards with something in his chest, he realized that it wasn't entirely his own.

At this time, the Agri soldiers in the chariot formation were poking their spears out of the gaps, and the whole chariot formation finally turned into a big hedgehog that looked a little hideous.

After firing the first shot, Alexander jumped onto the roof of a truck that was higher than the others, and it happened that Ulliu was also on the same car, and he also placed several muskets on the piled up grain bags.

When the Frenchman stood up and aimed his crossbow at Carlo, Alexander and Ulliu grabbed their muskets and opened fire on the man almost at the same time, although he didn't know who saved Orion, but seeing Carlo finally crawl out of a car and into the formation, Alexander was slightly relieved.

By this time the French had already rescued Viscount Gronob and his entourage, but they had no way to return to their ranks, but could only hide in a slightly raised mound.

All this happened so fast that Alexander did not even remember what had happened from the moment he fired the first shot, and at that moment there was a trumpet sound from the ranks of the French.

The French, in the distance, began to move.

"The French are coming, get ready!" Alexander looked at the French cavalry who were gradually running, his heart tightened slightly, he knew that what had happened before was only a prologue, and the real battle or real test had just begun.

"Master, can our people stop them?" Uliu licked his lips and asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to prepare horses for you and Miss Sophia?" ”

"Don't mess with Ulliu," Alexander snapped to stop, and then he got up from the carriage, "Agri, prepare!" ”

"It's cavalry!" A mercenary shouted, poking his long axe out of the car with a barbed axe, and shouting in a hoarse voice to the people around him, "Don't back off!" Whoever retreats will die! ”

The ground rumbled under the trampling of horses' hooves, and the sky was dark, but the French cavalry armor still shone with a chilling sheen, and as they passed by the infantry, they heard the shouts of the infantry, and as they crossed the mound, they heard the incessant shouts of Viscount Gronob, "Kill them, these bad Neapolitan bastards!" ”

The chariot formation was in sight, but the cavalry were not afraid, they were going to ram the chariot with their sharp spears and strong armored horses, and as long as they rushed into the convoy, all that awaited those in Naples was death and slaughter.

Alexander's eyes narrowed, he didn't know when he learned this movement of Sophia, and when he raised the musket, he felt the weight coming from his arm, and at the same time felt the blood in his heart that made him swell.

Getting closer, the muskets mixed in the swarm of spears had been flattened.

"Musketeer, aim ~" Alexander elongated his voice, and then when the first Frenchman who came into his sight clearly appeared, he let out a loud cry "Shoot!" ”