Noble and warlike cavalry, brave and fast cavalry, cavalry that swept across the battlefield like a storm for almost 20 centuries!

When the cavalry launched a charge, accompanied by the unstoppable momentum, there was a whirlwind speed and terrifying impact destruction, and even more than once in history there have been miracles of thousands of people being frantically pursued by hundreds of cavalry.

Caesar also believed in cavalry, and even more so in the fact that the cavalry he hired at great expense would not have any cowardice in the face of the same cavalry, and if it was in the case of superiority in numbers, he was even more convinced that he would be the one who would win.

So when he saw his cavalry rushing into the gap between the two armies in front of Montina, he did not hesitate to rush to the front, he believed that his cavalry would be able to block the infantry behind Alexander, and he could completely surround Alexander without any suspense.

The pain in his chest woke Caesar from his stupor, and he felt as if he was still riding on a horse, his body rising and falling with the ups and downs of the horse, and then he was sick with a bout of dizziness, and the pain in his chest intensified as he rolled over and vomited.

"What do you think, sir?" The familiar voice next to him seemed to be far and near, Caesar's eyes were in a trance, he barely reached out to grab the person next to him, and when he heard the familiar voice again, and was sure that it was his retinue Perotto Cadron, Caesar suddenly remembered what had happened before he passed out.

I was charging, and then I fell off my horse after being hit?!

"How! How's the battle going now? Caesar shook his head vigorously, dispelling the discomfort that had made him feel dizzy, and tried to struggle to his feet.

"Don't move, sir," Cadron anxiously stopped, "you're hurt, and now you must lie still." ”

"I know I'm hurt, but I want to know what happened to that Cambrai!"

Caesar roared angrily, which made the pain in his chest suddenly worsen, and he instinctively touched his chest, only to find that the heavy armor had been removed, and even the thick shirt under the breastplate was gone, only a thin undershirt.

There was a burning pain in his chest, and he knew that he should have been shot, which made Caesar a little scared.

The power of firearms has been known in Europe in this era, and no one who is mainly a little sensible will blindly oppose firearms, and in addition to the huge lethality of firearms, the terrible sequelae of lead bullet trauma is what makes the wounded who are unfortunately shot on the battlefield frightened.

Caesar had seen the injuries caused by lead bullet poisoning, and he had seen people who had been killed by lead poisoning due to mistreatment, and his half-brother Louis Borgia was most impressed.

"How am I, getting hit?" Caesar caressed his body in a little panic, and although the pain did not affect his movement, he felt a little relieved, and only then did he notice that he seemed to be in a room.

"Where is this?" Caesar asked in a low voice, vaguely guessing the last thing he wanted.

"Your Excellency, this is Livorno," Cadron reluctantly reported, "You, we have been captured by the Count of Montina. ”

Although he had already guessed, Caesar's words made Caesar stunned for a moment.

At noon on October 18, 1497, Alexander, Count of Montina, met Caesar, Count of Avar, on the outskirts of Livorno.

Less than half an hour after the battle began, Caesar was unfortunately shot, fell off his horse and was captured!

Caesar was half-lying on the bed, knowing that it was the armor on his body that had saved his life, this exquisite armor from Milan was a gift from Giovanni Sforza, and the armor was so beautiful that it was a work of art rather than equipment that fully reflected the amazing skill of the Milanese craftsmen, so that Caesar was once reluctant to wear it to participate in the jousting.

The most peculiar thing is that this armor is surprisingly light while possessing amazing protection, which makes Caesar even wonder if the Milanese have mastered some unknown method of forging armor materials.

Now the cuirass of that armor had been stripped off and thrown crookedly in the corner, and the two places on the armor had been dented after being hit by lead bullets, and there were dents with the scorched black marks of the jet suit all around, which made everyone who saw it secretly frightened.

"Your Excellency, God bless you for your good fortune, neither projectile pierced your armor," Cadron was a little agitated at first, and then whispered in a low voice, "Our army is still outside Livorno, my lord, we need to find a way to get out of here as soon as possible." ”

Caesar was stunned for a moment, then understood what was happening.

It is clear that his army was not routed, but he himself became a prisoner.

Caesar knew that this kind of thing had not happened in history, the armies of both sides had not been defeated, but there had been examples of one of the parties, or even the commanders of both sides, being captured by each other on the battlefield, or simply both of them being killed, but he never expected that he would encounter this kind of thing in his first battle.

"Where's Cambrai?" Caesar had by this time gradually calmed down, and he reluctantly sat up to lean himself against the bedpost, and he had to maintain the necessary dignity when the enemy appeared.

"Their army is confronting our army in the open field," Cadron whispered, "and the Count of Montina has been here before. ”

Caderon didn't tell Caesar that he had come to take care of his master, and when he saw Caesar being shot and falling from his horse, Caderon was completely frightened, and he knew that if something happened to Caesar, the worst end awaited him.

Alexander VI would have let him be buried with his only remaining son.

As for Jeffrey's bear child, Alexander VI had always suspected that his mistress had cuckolded him.

When he saw that the cavalrymen who had turned around and ran away because they were suddenly and unexpectedly attacked head-on, they didn't even care about their own commanders and only thought about running for their lives, Cadron had no choice but to rush forward desperately.

While shouting at the Bohemians who had already come at him with their sabers, he quickly rushed to Caesar, who fell to the ground, and jumped off his horse to protect his master as best he could, while shouting to the enemies who had come up to him: "This is Caesar!" Caesar Borgia, son of the Pope! ”

It was Caderon's bravery that saved Caesar's life, but the hapless servant became prisoners of Montina's army.

"Go and have them call Cambrai, and I will see him."

Caesar stared at the door and said in a low voice, Cadron couldn't see what he was thinking, but it was clear that Caesar must be in a bad mood at this time.

Being captured in the first battle probably doesn't get more frustrating and more devastating than this.

Caesar could even imagine how the Romans would have mocked him behind his back when they heard the news, especially the Constantine della Rovere, who had always looked down on him, and now had enough reason to ridicule him.

As for Alexander, Caesar didn't care much about what he thought.

Not long after Caderon went out, a sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

Despite the slightest movement in his chest from the place where he had been hit by buckshot, Caesar struggled to make his body look erect.

Cadron walked in first, followed not by Alexander, but by a muscular soldier with a wary gaze.

When he entered the room, the soldier first stood in the doorway and stopped, glanced warily at Caesar who was sitting on the bed, and then slowly moved out of the way of Alexander behind him.

"I didn't expect your guts to suddenly become smaller, I'm your captive now."

Caesar looked sarcastically at Alexander, who walked in, and then at Paul Busako, who was standing silent, and he remembered that this man was supposed to be the captain of Alexander's guard, and his guards had a very peculiar name, 'Hunter Guards'.

"It's always good to be careful," Alexander walked to a short distance from Caesar, moved a chair and sat down, and looked at his brother-in-law opposite interestingly, "To be honest, I was a little unhappy with this meeting. ”

"Don't be too complacent," Caesar, who had already calmed down, blushed suddenly, and his chest rose and fell violently because of the faint pain from the rapid breathing, "You should know that you are in big trouble." ”

"That's why I say that this result is unsatisfactory," Alexander's expression gradually became serious, his body sat slightly straight, and his eyes met that of Caesar with anger on his face, "In my plan, I was supposed to negotiate with you after defeating your army, but now that you are here, and your army is outside the city of Livorno, I am not very satisfied." ”

"Do you think it's so easy to defeat my army?"

Caesar was furious, and he felt that if he hadn't been too unlucky, he couldn't have been captured by Alexander.

As for defeating his army, Caesar wanted to ask sarcastically: "You want to eat my 3,000 people with 2,000 people, aren't you afraid that you will become the unlucky ghost Yusher who will be strangled to death?" ”

"Well, now let's talk," Caesar said in a deep voice, "what are you going to do, to let me go back or to imprison me like this?" ”

Seeing that Caesar had calmed down, and even had a slight irony in his expression, Alexander frowned slightly.

As Alexander himself said just now, this result was not what he wanted to see.

Alexander would have liked to see Caesar's army captured after he had been completely defeated, but now that Caesar's army was still outside Livorno, and Caesar himself was sitting across from him, it was a bit difficult for Alexander.

Just put it back?

Alexander didn't even think about it.

But how to use the Pope's favorite son?

"Caesar, you should still be aware of your injuries, so I suggest you recuperate here during this time."

"You're going to imprison me? Imprisoning the Pope's son? Caesar asked, sarcastically, "Do you know what the consequences of doing this are?" ”

"I'm just concerned about your body, knowing that while the armor helps you block bullets, maybe your internal organs have been injured. For example......

As he spoke, Alexander stood up and walked over and reached out and pressed Caesar lightly on his chest.

"Oh~"

A scream burst out of Caesar's mouth!

"What the hell are you doing! Do you want to kill me! ”

"You need to get some rest, that's it, and we can talk about other things slowly."

Alexander tilted his head and touched his chin to look at Caesar in front of him, his slightly playful appearance made Caesar, who was trembling slightly in pain, pull the blanket covering his body slightly.

Somehow, Caesar always found Alexander's eyes very uncomfortable.

"I think you're glad you're wearing a sturdy piece of armor, and you should be thankful that God didn't let the hunter aim at your head, but if you're not careful, you might end up with the after-effects."

Alexander bowed slightly to Caesar.

"Don't worry, it's not for you, it's for Lucrechia, I don't want to see her cry for you again, Giovanni's death is enough to make her sad."

After saying that, Alexander ignored Caesar, whose face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water, and walked towards the door.

As he and Caderon staggered by, Alexander paused to look at the young squire.

If memory serves, Perotto Cadron should have been thrown into the Tiber by the Borgia family at this time.

But now this Cadron is standing in front of him, and he unexpectedly saves Caesar.

Alexander didn't know if he should be thankful for this man, he knew that if Caesar died unexpectedly in this battle, then the next thing he would face would be the monstrous wrath of Pope Alexander VI!

If that is the case, the only thing he can do is probably to quickly take his sister, kidnap the pregnant Lucrezia, if possible, call Barentia, and then send a message to Sophia in Bohemia, and then run away to the New World with a group of men who are willing to die with him.

After all, the anger from the Pope of Rome is definitely not something he can afford now.

Cadron looked at Alexander a little strangely, he could only bow in front of his master, and when he straightened up, he happened to hear Alexander say something very strange: "Thank God, you didn't do anything out of the ordinary." ”

Cadron looked at Alexander in astonishment, but saw only his back as he walked out of the doorway.

Alexander took a deep breath as he walked out of the house, believing that Caesar must be lying on the bed now and doing nothing, which made him feel much better.

Because the battle that just took place was really unexpected by everyone, there was a rather delicate and embarrassing situation on the battlefield.

Across the open space outside the Livorno, the armies of the two sides maintained a tacit understanding of mutual non-aggression.

The Papal Army is setting up improvised camps, and it is clear that they are aware that this stalemate will not end anytime soon.

And the Montina army was repairing the fortifications.

Given the precedent of successfully stopping the Venetian offensive at Pisa, the future master of defensive warfare Gompati was convinced that a good defensive system was the foundation of all victories.

The soldiers of Montina's army became practitioners of Gompati's great military idea.

Therefore, as soon as they arrived in a new place, they had to keep digging pits and fortifications, which became another task in Montina's army after drill training.

Machiavelli curiously walked among the potholed mounds of dirt.

He could see that the soldiers who were doing the work were clearly reluctant to work as if they were doing hard labor, and many of them were even complaining.

To Machiavelli's surprise, while no one deliberately appeared to be active in digging pits, no one was lazy either.

"The Count doesn't like unflattering soldiers, that kind of person will be a nuisance to everyone, and after a long time, everyone will not like that kind of person."

When he heard the soldier explain this, Machiavelli felt as if he had discovered some secret.

This led him to the following conclusions:

"The strict discipline that bordered on harshness made these soldiers come to realize that they were an indivisible whole, and that anyone who was independent and alien to this whole would be ruthlessly ostracized, from the beginning of mere obedience to orders, to the conscious belief that alien behavior was unacceptable or even unforgivable," Machiavelli wrote in his diary, and then after a moment's thought, he added: "Such an army is more reliable than mercenaries, and Florence has the opportunity to build such an army." ”

The Florentine man who wrote these things put away his notebook very carefully, believing that these things would help his city in the future, and all he needed to do now was to observe and record everything he saw.

In the open ground outside the city of Livorno there was a small earthen platform with a slight uplift.

The people of Livorno like to grow some vegetables on this piece of land, which is about a few tens of feet in size, among which lettuce is more planted, and the green vegetable stalks are very conspicuous from a distance.

A makeshift tent was erected on the earthen terrace, where the emissaries of the two armies would meet.

The Papal Army was represented by an elected officer, and the Montina Army was represented by the marching captain Ofleil.

To the intolerable feeling of the officers of the Papal Army, this young officer, who seemed to them to be immature in appearance and obviously immature in his manners, had a rare stubbornness that they had not expected.

From the very beginning, Offrey had no room for manoeuvre to put forward a condition that made the officers extremely annoyed, that is, while the two sides stopped fighting, the Papal Army should send someone to report everything that happened here to the Vatican in time, and the Count of Montina would only negotiate with the envoys sent by the Pope.

For this condition, which was not excessive, the officers under Caesar seemed to be furious.

They all said that if the Count did not release Caesar immediately, they would attack Montina's army, but this threat was completely ineffective in the face of the young marching captain.

He unswervingly carried out Alexander's instructions, and when the representatives of the Papal Army announced the breakdown of negotiations because of anger, Offleiyi stood up cleanly and turned to leave, which made the representatives of the Papal Army, who only wanted to blackmail him again, couldn't help but stay on the spot, embarrassed.

And Alexander, who heard Ofleiil's report, simply stopped sending people to negotiate with the other side.

Although he knew that the reason why the officers were so reluctant to report the news to the Vatican was just to save face and negotiate for themselves before things got worse, Alexander did not want those people to delay his time any longer.

And whether they wanted it or not, the news of Caesar's capture had already spread.

On 20 October, three days after the Battle of Livorno, news of Caesar's capture in the first battle finally reached Rome.

When the news spread, the city of Rome was in an uproar, and the Vatican was shaken!

Not long after, Pope Alexander VI suddenly ordered that the Countess of Cosenza, Jossa Cosenza, be summoned to the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican.

In the afternoon, the Pope and the Sistine Chapel Prayer Hall formally summoned Josa Cosenza.

The next day, 21 October, a negotiating team led by Nomelo, the Pope's private secretary, left Rome.

In addition to the Pope's handwritten letter, in Nomelo's purse, there was also a secret letter from Jossa to Alexander.