There is an ancient road from the Cold Hill to Florence, which dates back to the late Roman period, and the cobblestone pavement once led later generations of the Goths to suspect that the road was actually created by God, not the Romans who were wiped out by their ancestors, just as later generations did not believe that in the dark Middle Ages there would have been people who had made those equally great buildings.

Because of this road, the French army advanced much faster than they had thought, much to Louis XII's relief, but his destination was not Florence, so after some time eastward along the ancient road, the French king ordered the whole army to change direction to the southeast.

"Shall we not occupy Florence, Your Majesty?" One of the chamberlains asked a little strangely, he had spent a long time wiping his armor the night before, and now his armor seemed to be used as a dressing mirror, so that he could look much more majestic when he entered the city, so as to attract the Florentine ladies, but now the king had changed direction, which surprised the chamberlain.

Turning his head to look at his close relatives, Louis XII shook his head: "My dear Louis, do you know what is different between the two of us except that we have the same name?" ”

"You have a crown." The attendant pouted.

"No, the biggest difference between the two of us is that I have this one that I can use at any time." The king pointed to his head, and urged his horse forward with a smile in the helpless roll of his attendant's eyes, "Order the army to speed up, we must reach Penlotaire before the Neapolitans." ”

"Where is that?" The attendant whispered to the others who were laughing at the king's joke.

"It's a small town south of Florence," said another chamberlain, lifting up the mask from his helmet to reveal a very young face, "as Your Majesty said, your head is empty, Louis de Bourbon." ”

Although the satirical attendant seemed to be a little unhappy, he did not get angry, he just patted the shiny shoulder armor and said proudly: "Then let's see who gets more honor in the battle, I don't think it will be you." ”

Amid the laughter of the others beside him, the nobleman named Louis de Bourbon urged his horse and chased after the king, who had already gone away.

Looking back at the relaxed laughter of those noble attendants, Louis XII ignored it, he knew that there were not many of these people who really understood their hearts, and if Sharron was here, he might have understood, but he was now in Montina.

The decision not to march directly into Florence was made by Louis XII the day before, for which he had repeatedly told his generals to carry out their orders meticulously, and not everyone agreed with the king's decision.

In the eyes of many generals, the capture of cities and plundering wealth was the greatest goal of the expedition, and the things that could be obtained in the cities were far from being available in the wilderness in the backwoods.

Sweet wine, delicious white bread, soft and comfortable beds, and beautiful women can only be found in the city, but the king forbids them to enter the city, much to the displeasure of many generals.

The mood of the officers was obvious, which made Louis XII miss Charlain a little, and he even felt that even Borwicken could not compare with Charlain in some military understanding, and as for the old count of Brittany, who was originally very optimistic about him, he was unable to participate in this expedition because he had been accidentally injured by his own artillery in northern Italy.

However, the king's majesty deterred the disgruntled officers, and Louis XII lost no time in promising them that if they defeated the Neapolitans, they would have a long enough rest in Florence, which calmed the impatience of the soldiers.

In fact, Louis XII was also eager to quickly occupy the most beautiful and prosperous city on the entire peninsula, but the fact that the Neapolitans did not enter Florence directly aroused Louis's alarm, and he realized that the Neapolitans must have done so for their own purposes, and the remote scouts sent out had not yet brought back the news, which made Louis instinctively choose to stay away from Florence.

A small city southwest of Florence caught Louis's attention, and after sending scouts to confirm it repeatedly, he realized that this small city called Ponlodere was the only way to suppress the Neapolitan side of Florence.

Louis decided to capture the town as soon as possible, so that if the Neapolitans tried to retreat to Florence in the event of a bad situation, he could attack directly from Ponlotelle and cut off the Neapolitan army's retreat once and for all.

In fact, Louis XII did not know that it was here, more than a decade later, that the Medici Restoration army defeated the civilian army commanded by Machiavelli, who was training a new army for Florence at the time, and then used this victory as a threat to force the Florentine government to surrender, and then successfully restored.

Penlotale is a small town on a slightly raised slope, with a few modest walls intermittently surrounding the small city, even if it is a defensive wall, and a gatehouse that has no gates is its wall.

It was already afternoon when the French entered Penlotaldee, and first stormed the town and then went straight through Penlotère, and walked up to the French outpost on the other side of the slope, and after about 1 fari onwards, they spotted the advancing Neapolitan army.

The news made Louis XII instantly excited, he knew that he was right, and it was clear that the Neapolitans were aware of the importance of Ponlotelle, but their luck was obviously not good, and now the little one was their own.

"The queen was a surprise to me, and if it was all for her to decide, I think I should even give her a scepter of command, knowing that even a man may not be able to make a better judgment than she is." Louis XII stood behind a short wall in Penlotal, looking out into the distance, and saw that his words seemed to cause a wave of embarrassment, and the king smiled disapprovingly.

"But Your Majesty, will the Neapolitans really come, they have much less troops than we do." One of the officers apparently thought that he should save some face for the French men in front of the king, so he asked anyway, knowing that it might cause the king unpleasantness.

"No, she has not come to Ponlordale to fight us, but to contain us, so she does not enter the city," Louis looked at his generals, who knew very well what they were thinking, and that was why he felt all the more necessary to remind them, "Everyone, do not regard the city as your only goal, as long as you destroy the enemy's army, the city is within reach." ”

After saying that, the king did not wait for any reaction from the generals, and looked back into the distance again.

A few black dots on the horizon moved rapidly, then gradually enlarged, and Louis knew that it was his scouts who had brought about a new discovery.

Only this time, things didn't go as he had guessed.

"The Florentines stopped advancing?" The scout's report surprised the King slightly, and he couldn't resist looking back at the generals, but continued to ask the scouts, "Are they preparing for battle or are they doing something?" ”

"Your Majesty, they just stopped, and then," the scout continued, pausing a little puzzled, "they're digging trenches. ”

Louis XII looked a little surprised, although he knew that the experienced scouts he sent should not be mistaken, but he still felt a little incredulous: "You mean they are digging those trenches for war, in the wilderness?" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, they don't seem to be afraid of us seeing, and one of us even went very close to the trench they dug to take a closer look, and they were doing this."

Louis XII finally turned his head, but he saw the same bewilderment on the faces of the generals as he was.

Obviously, the Neapolitan army, which was obviously inferior in strength, actually seemed to be going to fight a head-on decisive battle, which really puzzled the French army.

In the wilderness, the gusts of hot wind were not so comfortable on her body, and she had simply taken off her armor, and she felt that there was no need to be angry with herself in order to be angry with the woman who was far away in the Balkans, so she simply appeared in front of the soldiers in a luxurious and cumbersome equestrian dress that would never appear in the barracks.

However, she did not expect this decision in exchange for the whole army seemed to be excited all at once, although they did not dare to whistle at the queen, but whenever the queen's figure appeared somewhere in the ranks, the cheers would cause the other soldiers to be jealous.

The wind and sand in the wilderness were always very strong, and she had to put a veil over her head, and she looked at the soldiers who were digging in the hilly terrain, and the corners of her mouth turned upwards to reveal a slight smile.

She remembered a conversation she had with Alexander in Bucharest, when she proudly asked Alexander to see her grenadiers, Alexander told her not to let those mercenaries blend into her troops, grenadiers could be selected from all over the territory, and even to Agri, but they should never use those who were experienced but full of **.

"Like a person, the temperament of an army determines how far they can go."

Zhisa could not forget Alexander's advice, and she felt that it made sense.

But the most important thing is that this was said by my brother.

The French actually occupied Penlotère, which was something that Jossa had not expected before, and when he heard the scout's report that the French had been found south of Penlotair, Josha's first reaction was to withdraw his troops immediately!

Her army was only a small part of the coalition army, and even if it was all concentrated, it was less than half of the main French army under the command of the French king himself, not to mention that there was one in Pisa.

And the news of the French occupation of Ponlotdere also caused a stir in the Neapolitan army, and while many people didn't know what that meant, everyone knew that it was bad news.

Quickly sensing the uneasiness of the army, she immediately made a bold decision, she had the waitress dress her in the most luxurious dress she had ever brought, and then put on the crown, and appeared in front of the soldiers like that.

Although the queen's composure did not completely dissipate the nervousness, the mood of the soldiers gradually calmed down, and the veterans who had followed the expedition to the Balkans looked at the queen and seemed to see the situation when they faced the Ottomans again, which made them can't help but start singing the song "Salute to the Queen", which seems to have been composed by the Duke of Rome Thesia, and the mood of the Neapolitan army gradually rose in the song.

"We don't need to face them, we have the most terrible and effective weapons, and our soldiers can easily kill them from hundreds of yards away," said Tsusha as she walked along the trenches, to the soldiers who had stopped their work and saluted her, "You don't have bows and arrows that can't even be pierced by leather armor, and I see that some of them have muskets thicker than the chimneys of your house." ”

The soldiers laughed, knowing that the queen might not know what she was saying, but the words did gradually drive away the fear and anxiety in their hearts.

"Right here, we're going to have a fight with the French," said Jossa back to her officers, seeing the worry on their faces, and as she walked up to one of the soldiers, took the musket from his hand and looked at the officers, "Of course, if you feel that you are not up to the task, you can speak now, I will be with my soldiers, just as I did in Bucharest." ”

Jisha's words caused a cheer from the surrounding soldiers, which made the officers' expressions even more ugly.

"Give the money we have brought," continued Zhissa, "and tell everyone that their pay will be doubled after this battle, and that all the spoils except the artillery shall be their own, for they deserve it." ”

Listening to the queen's orders one by one, the officers finally knew that Jisha was obviously serious, and although they knew that this battle was bound to be extremely dangerous, there was no way to retreat now.

In the early morning of July 9, as soon as it was dawn, a long horn sounded from the French position.

Some of the veterans walked out of the tent with their eyes rubbed, looking relaxed and not in the slightest appearance of a life-and-death battle.

Compared with these veterans, the recruits were much more nervous, and some of them didn't even sleep well all night, and as soon as they heard the horn, they immediately rushed to the open space, but they seemed to be a hundred times more energetic, but they couldn't hide their uneasy mood.

Louis XII didn't sleep much that night, but he didn't work all night because he was nervous.

As a king, Louis XII was a very diligent monarch, even when he was in the French court, he always got up early every day to start work, although this is Italy, but this does not mean that the king can give up government affairs, especially some important government affairs that even the queen can not solve and need to send someone to send, it is even more necessary for the king to make the final decision.

This night Louis XII was faced with a headache for him, although the news of the crazy rush on Radia in France had been heard before, but after seeing the queen's detailed letter, Louis XII still realized the seriousness of it.

Especially after the queen told him that there had been large-scale unrest in many parts of France against the diocese because of the turmoil in Ladia, Louis XII could not help but think of rumors that there had also been a riot in Rome.

The idea that the war in Italy must end as soon as possible first came to Louis XII's mind.

Previously, he had not been busy fighting the alliance in a decisive battle, hoping to break up the anti-French alliance through diplomatic means, but now it seems that what he needs is to force the alliance to make peace with him with one or several major victories in a row.

When the second wave of trumpets sounded, Louis XII, who had washed his face and sobered himself, stepped out of the tent, his splendid armor shining golden in the rising sun, and cheers rang out in the barracks as he mounted his horse and raised the flag standing high behind him.

"The weather is nice, which is a good sign." The king raised his hand to his forehead to block the sunlight and looked at the brilliant and intoxicating golden color on the horizon in the distance, and then he nodded to the generals not far away.

Louis XII also believed in the belief that "professional work should be done by professionals", so after defining the strategy, he handed over command to his generals.

The French army began to advance towards the front line, and although they knew that the Neapolitans were still a little farther away, the French generals cautiously formed their formations in advance, and advanced in the direction of the Neapolitan army, albeit slowly but rigorously.

Louis XII watched with satisfaction the army that had entered the position in an orderly manner, against an enemy army of 3,000 men, he certainly did not press all the troops up, and in fact, after receiving the queen's letter about the domestic turmoil, in order to settle the war in Italy as soon as possible, he had already ordered a French army to march to Florence after early morning the night before.

Louis believed that as soon as the news of the Neapolitans' defeat came, Florence would not surrender.

And the reason for his decision, in addition to the determination to occupy Florence as soon as possible to fight the anti-French alliance, was also the fear of the Roman Thesian army.

The previous signs and intelligence led Louis to believe that the anti-French alliance seemed to be trying to find him for a decisive battle, which made Louis very wary, and the unusual behavior of the Neapolitans aroused his war.

The attack on Florence was to ensure the safety of the French army's flank.

The golden morning light gradually became hot, and even in the morning, the July sun was still so hot.

The French flag appeared far away at the foot of the low slope ahead, and then groups of soldiers gradually appeared in the sight of the Neapolitan army along the edge of the low slope like thin black lines with no end in sight.

"There are so many French." A grenadier lay in the trench and looked at the enemy in the distance through a row of rejecting horses from a tree not far in front of him, he licked his tongue and looked at his companions a little nervously, and saw that some of them, although they seemed to be calm, actually showed uneasy expressions similar to him, which made him even more flustered.

Suddenly, the soldier felt a commotion among his companions, and before he could turn around, a nice voice came from behind him: "Don't panic soldiers, sometimes the enemy is too fierce just because they are more fearful than you. ”

When the grenadier heard this, he immediately turned his head to look over, and saw the queen standing on the ground behind him, looking at him condescendingly, and the grenadier instantly let out a grunt in his throat from nervousness.

Jisha smiled at the soldier, and then his eyes fell on the French formation that was spreading out in the distance: "Trust me, because my brother told me this sentence." ”

In the early morning of 9 July, as Louis XII launched an attack on the Neapolitan army, a French army appeared near the famous mangrove villa outside Florence.

It was an army of about 4,000 men, and they had two missions, to occupy Florence, and to monitor the northern legion of Roman Thesia, which was monitoring the direction of Montina.

The presence of the French army caused panic among the Florentines, and even with Machiavelli's best efforts, the Florentines easily abandoned the fortress of the mangrove villa, which had a very favorable location, and retreated to the city.

Standing on top of the fortress of the mangrove villa, the magnificent dome of the Duomo del Fiore in Florence looms in the distance.

A nobleman in full armor had a smile on his face and ordered the secretary next to him: "Write down, on July 9, 1501, the French army led by the Duke of Louis de Bourbon occupied Florence. ”

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