The candles in the Olympic Theatre flickered in the wind.

It was a cloudy day, and the sun had not been seen since the morning, and it was very late, and when the first morning prayer bell rang in the church, it was still dark and there was no light in sight.

Rondoba Barbareg woke up early, perhaps because of the sweltering heat of the early summer, or even more because of the nervousness that he didn't know why, and he woke up early, and immediately called for the servants to help him get dressed.

He was going to inspect the Palladivoo cemetery on the southern outskirts of Vicenza.

Like the Olympic Theater, the Palladivio cemetery is one of the oldest sites in Vicenza and was a scene for its inhabitants before it was officially recognized by Venice as the city of Vicenza.

The Dormition Chapel, which was later built here, became a landmark of the cemetery, where many of Vicenza's most prominent figures are buried.

These included such great figures as the famous early painter Paolo Sen'ou and the two later Doges of Venice.

The Palladíluo cemetery is located on a hillside less than 1 fati south of the city of Vicenza, from which you can directly overlook the whole of Vicenza.

Continuing south from the hillside, you will find the exit to the south of the Vale de la Vale.

Vicenza is located in the Valenona Valley, which is not a steep valley, but because of its difficult location and the fact that any attempt to make a detour could be cut off by the Vicenza from behind, this valley is the key to the Veneto region from the north.

If it weren't for the Goths directly capturing Lombardy and then invading Veneto from the west to the southwest, Vicenza would have been able to buy Venice some more time.

Because of this, the vast majority of the fortifications in Vicenza were at the entrance to the north of the valley, and to the south, because Venice was behind them, and much fewer fortifications were built.

When Rondoba Barbareg arrived at the cemetery, it was almost noon, and he took his retinue around the position, although it was inevitable that there would be a lot of dissatisfaction because the troops were temporarily concentrated, but the little Babareg still barely felt satisfied.

At least the army he was able to use now had about 5 combat brigades, and looking at the flags fluttering on the hillside was enough to make little Barbari secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Rondoba Barbaregue had his own plans, but he certainly didn't want to anger the House of Lords, so he was ready to send his troops to flank the Roman Thesian army with the Venetian defenders as soon as the time came.

He believed that with the right timing, he would not only be able to inflict heavy damage on the enemy army in one fell swoop, but would also make the Venetians see him as the savior who had pulled them out of the brink of destruction.

However, despite no movement, Korondoba Barbareg's men ordered the troops stationed on the heights of the Palladiluo cemetery to be put on standby, and ordered scouts to be sent to reconnoiter where the valley entered the Veneto plain.

For some reason, he always had a vague sense of uneasiness, as if something was going to happen.

The sky was still overcast, the air was damp and dreary, as if it would rain at any moment.

The weather was already very troublesome, and Rondoba Barbaregg's orders made many soldiers curse secretly.

Several scouts wandered at the exit of the valley, about 2 fathom miles from Vicenza to the southern entrance to the Valle de Valeona, which was already far away, and scarcely any army of scouts would have been placed in such a place to test the enemy.

In fact, in addition to observing possible enemy tracks, these scouts also had the task of meeting the Venetian defenders who were on their way to Vicenza.

And they really didn't believe that the Roman Thesian army, which was besieging Venice, would somehow come to attack Vicenza.

After all, compared to the feat of conquering Venice, the capture of a small city called Vicenza is really of little value and meaning.

So when they saw an army in the distance, the scouts were accustomed to taking them for their own, knowing that the cavalry at the front of the other side had stopped far away, and then at the same time raised their guns and fired a volley at them.

The scouts who were lucky enough to survive were instantly beaten into a sieve, and their comrades who were planted on horseback with blood sprayed all over their bodies immediately turned their horses' heads and ran back.

The enemy, apparently not wanting to let them go, threw a clear identification mark along the way, followed by the fleeing scouts, in the direction of the Palladiluo cemetery.

Rondoba Barbareg's inspection was over, and he was quite satisfied with the state of the army, or at least he felt that with such heavy vigilance, the Romantesians would not have a chance to attack him by surprise.

Then, even if the Romantesians did appear, with the location of Vicenza being easy to defend and difficult to attack, he was completely sure to hold this place.

Even before the enemy could approach the Palladio necropolis, he could take advantage of this high ground and inflict a large number of casualties on the Roman Thesians.

So after a few words of advice, little Barbareg prepared to leave the Palladiluo cemetery and return to the city.

But at this moment, he heard the shouts of several soldiers in the distance.

This abnormal situation immediately shook little Babaregg's heart, and the inexplicable uneasiness that came back to him when he first woke up in the morning, he didn't understand that the officers around him asked what was going on, so he hurried to the sentry posts of the guards.

As he climbed the ladder into the distance, he happened to see several soldiers who had run to the edge of the woods not far away.

Little Barbareg recognized it as his own soldier.

He immediately realized that something terrible might have happened, but before he could give the order to pick up the scouts, Rondoba Barbareg saw something unbelievable as several galloping figures sprang out of the woods.

A cavalryman wielding a terrifying Ottoman saber suddenly appeared beside a scout, who appeared so suddenly that the scout was slashed off by the horseman before he could even react.

The ownerless horse immediately ran forward in a frenzy, but the killer ignored the horse and turned his horse's head and immediately rushed towards the Venetian, who was being entangled by his companions on the other side.

Then, to the exclamation of the people on the watchtower, the cavalryman suddenly slashed at the horse of the Venetian mount, and his companion took advantage of the fact that the scout's mount was injured and jumped wildly, and immediately stabbed the scout in the ribs.

Rondoba Barbary looked at the scene in front of him with a gloomy face, he didn't expect that what he was worried about had not only happened, but was right in front of his eyes.

"Prepare for battle!"

Londoba Barbareg shouted orders to the soldiers below who were still watching the scene.

He didn't know if the sudden appearance of the enemy cavalry was followed by the Roman Tescian army, or if these people were just long-range scouts of the enemy, but he knew that it was unfortunate that what he had been vaguely fearing had happened.

The Roman Thesian army actually really gave up the fat of Venice and came to him.

"It doesn't make sense!"

However, this thought only flashed through Barbarig's mind, and he immediately knew that although he had never despised his opponents, he had finally underestimated those Roman Thesian opponents.

With the sound of rapid drums and horns, the Venetian soldiers hurried around, either looking for their own troops or carrying weapons and equipment that they didn't know what to do.

For a moment, Rondolba Barbareg had the feeling that the entire Venetians on the heights of the Palladiluo necropolis didn't know what they were supposed to do.

Patches of smoke and dust appeared on the hillside in the distance, and the little Barbareg was sure that it was the Roman Thescian army.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the army's march to become clearer, and looking at the enemy's seemingly slow but steady advance in formation, little Babarig somehow suddenly felt a sense of relief after worrying about it for a long time.

"Don't panic, they can't attack immediately, they should have been on the road for a long time, at least they need to rest for a while, this is enough time for us all to prepare."

Rondoba Barbareg shouted to the people around him, and his words somewhat relaxed the somewhat flustered men.

But despite all that, Rondoba Barbarig didn't intend to give the enemy a respite.

"Order the artillery, wait for the enemy to stop and start firing."

"My lord, this distance doesn't seem to be of much use." An attendant whispered a reminder.

"I'm not trying to fight them off."

Rondoba Barbareg said with a gloomy face.

He watched the enemy forces gradually appear in the distance of the valley, and looked back at his own army on the high ground.

"I just want our people to know that this battle has just begun."

"I don't want this battle to drag on for too long."

Meanwhile, on the avenue outside the Valle de Barenona, a tired, dusty Ofleiuil was speaking to a group of officers who had not had time to dismount because of the rapid march.

"Listen, the Venetians are right behind us, and if they find out that they have been fooled, they will probably catch up, and we don't know what is going on with Gompati, so if you don't want to be surrounded and wiped out in this place, I want you to take Vicenza in the shortest possible time at all costs!"

Ofley's voice was excited, but not nervous, which calmed the officers, who were still a little apprehensive about his plan.

But they didn't know that as soon as they left, Oflaiyi grabbed the water bladder from the hands of the attendants next to them and held it high and poured it on his head.

"It's all up to you."

Ofleiil watched as a group of Bohemian cavalry galloped past a short distance ahead.

It was the only Bohemian cavalry in his Western Legion, and the rest of the Bohemians were deployed in the Eastern Legion.

Alexander handed over the Bohemian regiment to Gompati, apparently in order to cope with a possible conflict with the French.

After all, the power of the French knights on the battlefield is not to be underestimated, and the Bohemian light cavalry, equipped with a large number of mounted muskets, happens to be the natural enemy against the French knights.

However, in this way, the Bohemians of the western army were naturally greatly reduced.

Of course, Ofleiil hadn't thought of this before, but now he regretted that he hadn't managed to keep more light cavalry in the first place.

I heard that the Grand Duchess of Wallachia had a cavalry unit composed entirely of musketeers, called Dragoons, and I wondered if I would have the opportunity to see it in the future.

This thought flashed through Oflei's mind, but it was quickly thrown out of his mind, he knew that Sophia should not like him, and from the descriptions of the soldiers who returned from the Balkans, he secretly realized that it was not himself who followed the duke on the expedition to the Balkans, otherwise with Sophia's vengeful character, perhaps he would have died at the hands of the Ottomans before he would have been killed by the Bohemian woman.

Secretly shaking his head and putting aside these completely unbounded thoughts, and watching the army advance towards the valley, Ofleyi tried to suppress the anxiety in his heart.

At this point, there is no room for hesitation.

The first attack, or charge, took the Venetians of the Palladio cemetery by surprise.

This was due not only to the suddenness of the enemy attack, so that many Venetians were drawn into the battle without even knowing what was happening, but more importantly because the enemy did not come from the high ground, but in a wooded area almost parallel to the high ground of the Palladio necropolis.

When the Bohemians suddenly appeared from there, the Venetians, who had been watching the enemy army down the hill and talking about it, were immediately caught off guard by the sudden attack.

They hastily prepared to change formation, but the Bohemians didn't want to give them this opportunity.

Sabre and spear attacks are not as powerful as artillery, and spears and cavalry spears are terrifying, but when the enemy suddenly appears and sweeps the side of the position like a whirlwind, even the most elite troops will inevitably falter.

The Venetians were shaken, and before they could even put up a decent resistance, the Bohemians were driven from the flanks to the hillside of the cemetery, and it was only after they had retreated into the cemetery that the Bohemians rushed very close to the cemetery.

When Rondoba Barbareg arrived, he saw such a scene.

The bohemians shouted and whistled and roared past the cemetery with their sabers carrying the hats they had captured from the Venetians, and if it weren't for the Venetian musketeers, who had knocked over a few men in a flurry of fire, the bohemians might have run around the cemetery.

"Your Excellency!"

Rondoba Barbareg ignored the officers who came running, he stood behind a tombstone and watched the figures rushing by from time to time outside the cemetery, secretly surprised by the completely unreasonable behavior of the Roman Thesian army, and at the same time couldn't help but rejoice in his previous foresight.

"Defend the cemetery," Rondoba Barbareg ordered dryly, "they want to provoke us, so anyone who attacks casually will be punished." ”

"But my lord?" The officer looked around, "This is Palladiluo, I mean, if we fight here, we risk destroying the cemetery of our ancestors." ”

"So do you think it's better for our ancestors to be disturbed, or for us to be wiped out?"

Londoba Barbareg glared at his men angrily, feeling that he had been wrong in his belief that the Romans could be defeated as long as there were enough troops, and that perhaps there was something between the two armies that he had not yet fully understood.

"Hold the cemetery," Rondoba Barbareg repeated in a low voice, and then he remembered something and said slowly, "you ought to be glad that the Roman Thesia did not bring their cannons in order to get on their way." ”

As if in response to his words, a howl pierced the air from far and near came from above, and Rondolba Barbaregg, who heard the voice, slowly turned his head to follow the sound, just in time to see a cannonball smashed into the vineyard next door to the cemetery.

With the smoke of dust rising, the rolling cannonballs overturned a bunch of trellises along the way.

Rondoba Barbareg immediately sensed a commotion among the nearby soldiers, and he knew that a series of sudden moves by Roman Thesia had caused panic among his soldiers.

The Bohemians were running non-stop, and the Palladidio cemetery was not very large, and they were sprinting back and forth along the vicinity of the cemetery, and from time to time shooting in the direction of the cemetery.

And their actions were exchanged for an angry counterattack from the Venetian musketeers.

Rondoba Barbareg was the first to notice something unusual about the Bohemians' actions, but when he noticed that the Bohemians seemed to be trying to attract their attention, the shells that whistled again made him suddenly understand the enemy's true intentions.

"When we appeared, the enemy naturally thought that we needed to occupy Vicenza, but in fact we always had only one aim, and that was to destroy the main force of Venice," Offleiu said to Macioni, who was following him, "so Nikolai I need you to do to buy me enough time." ”

Marcheni couldn't remember how he had agreed, and now he looked at the Venetian army surging in the distance.

Although he had already occupied a sufficiently favorable terrain beforehand, looking at the enemy, who were obviously outnumbered by his own troops, Maceni began to think that he might have been a little too stupid beforehand.

It's just that now everything is over, and on the opposite side is the Venetian army that finally followed after discovering its own retreat, and behind it is the main Venetian army that is fighting with Ofleiuil.

There is no way back, and this situation is precisely caused by themselves.

"Ofrey, you owe me a staff."

Maccheni exhaled helplessly, and as he ordered his troops to prepare for battle, he felt that this wish was probably impossible to fulfill.

Coincidentally, like Marcheni, Ofleiyi was complaining at this time.

"Gompati, why haven't you come yet, you pizza bastard, I really can't hold on."

Looking at the obelisk of the Cathedral of Vicenza not far away, Ofleiil gasped for breath.

It was the afternoon of April 29, and not long before the Palladíluo necropolis had fallen to the Roman-Thescian army.