As soon as he saw the rioters, Alexander knew something was going to happen.

Apparently, because of the pattern of the ring on Lucrezia's finger, the people in the tavern had discovered their origins.

From their conversation, Alexander had already guessed that whether it was the fact that they had happened to strayed into a tavern where opponents had gathered, or whether the mediocrity of the Pisan government had caused the dissatisfaction of many ordinary people, the mercenaries and citizens in the tavern had obviously a deep dislike for the government of the Republic of Pisa.

When they came out of the tavern and heard the shouts coming from inside, Alexander guessed that something might happen, but he didn't expect that the people in the tavern not only moved so quickly, but also that they were so noisy that they only heard the loud noise coming from the direction of the city gate before, and they seemed to have used cannons.

Now the mercenary's shout instantly attracted everyone's attention to Alexander and Lucrezia on their horses.

The faces of the Pisa officials were full of surprise and horror, Machiavelli was stunned and angry, and Zoloni instinctively drew his sword in astonishment.

"Catch him, he's taking the lead!"

The Pisa soldiers beside him had already drawn their weapons, and as one of them shouted, they rushed towards Pagassos!

The rioters were still far away, but the Pisa soldiers were already rushing in front of them, and the nearest Pisa official was holding an accessory and stabbing Pagasus in the ribs!

Lucrezia's shout rang in Alexander's ears, and she hugged Pagassos' neck and exclaimed loudly at the flickering sword light.

The face of the man who stabbed Pagasus showed joy, he knew that he could capture the leaders of the two mobs by stabbing the stabbing mount, but at that moment he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the cloak covering Alexander's body suddenly bulged, and before he could react, with a slightly dull but deafening sound of gunfire and a ball of sparks jumping, Alexander's cloak was suddenly blown open with a large hole, and at the same time, the man who rushed forward seemed to have been punched head-on, his face was covered with blood, and he fell backwards.

"Be careful!" Zoloni shouted and bent down, he didn't expect this man to carry a musket, and what he couldn't understand was when and how this man had quietly lit the arquebus under his cloak.

Seeing that the man had been shot by a shot, Machiavelli, who was not far away, also bent slightly, and then he saw Alexander turn his horse's head while the people were too frightened by this shot, and he was accustomed to raise his hand to stop it, but before he could speak, Pagasus had already taken a step, and as his sturdy four hooves stepped the grass and lifted the green turf, Pagasus hissed and ran towards the large crowd of people who were coming back in their direction.

Although he knew that once he ran over, there would be no chance to defend himself, but at this time, there was no chance to explain at all, and looking at the crowd that had already rushed to the grass, Alexander's heart quickly flashed an excited thought.

Since there is such a rare opportunity, why not take advantage of it?!

Pagasus kept running, its sturdy figure drew a crimson mark on the grass, and the Pisa soldiers who were originally in front of him were easily left behind by it, and when the rioters looked at it and just cheered again, Pagasus had already rushed in front of them, and at the same time, because of the inertia of the weight of the two people on his body and Alexander's hard tugging on the reins, his front hooves cut two shallow grooves in the grass.

"God forbid!"

Another shout of cheer erupted among the people, who raised their weapons and cheered for the return of their "leader" safely, and the people rushed towards Pagassos.

The scene made Alexander who stopped unspeakably annoyed, he felt that these Pisas in front of him were simply brainless, and actually stopped to celebrate the so-called victory at the critical moment when they were about to succeed, while their enemies were preparing to flee.

"Don't stop, Pisa!" Alexander did not care to accept the welcome of the people, he saw that the tribunes were fleeing in the direction of the town hall in a hurry, and at the thought of the trouble that the unusually strong structure of the Pisa town hall would cause trouble for the attack, he immediately shouted, "The officials are going to flee, and they must not be given a chance to regroup their army." Pisa, drive out the officials who have afflicted you, His Majesty the Pope has sent us to help you. You see, this is Lucrezia, the Pope's favorite daughter, who has come to save the poor Pisa! ”

Alexander's shout silenced the people around him, and then even louder cheers!

"Long live the Pope!"

"God bless Miss Lucrezia!"

"Long live the princess of Rome!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, and the mercenary who had been in the lead before had turned purple with a red face, his spear in his hand shaking, and at Alexander's loud urging, he led the charge towards the officials who were trying to escape through the cathedral to the town hall.

"Don't let the rebels escape," Alexander said, having put away his musket, and he did not know which one of the people passing by snatched a long sword, and as he waved his arm, the sword sent a wind in the air, and the tip of the sword was pointed at the Pisan dignitaries who were fleeing in a hurry.

Vaguely, he saw Machiavelli's shadow among them, but in the panic Machiavelli's figure disappeared, and the rioters chased the Pisa officials around the grass like wolves driving sheep.

The Pisan officials had tried to escape through the meadow back to the town hall, where there were not only fortified buildings but also a large number of weapons stored inside, but the rioters seemed to have guessed their intentions, and some people were already running in the direction of the town hall

At the front was a young and sturdy tribune, but when a mob rushed from the side to try to stop him, he stabbed the man to the ground without hesitation, but before he could draw his sword from the man, a harpoon with a barb had already stabbed him in the shoulder, and at the moment the tribune screamed, more weapons of all kinds had been struck down on his body.

Soon, the tribune fell to the grass, barely a single piece of flesh could be found on his body, and his whole body was beaten into a mess of flesh as if he had just been trampled by a herd.

The tribune's horrific appearance frightened the others, and the officials who followed them fled in terror, and some of them tried to storm the church for refuge, but the priests, who had discovered their intentions, had closed the doors of the church, and they were left to no avail of begging and beating outside.

Then the officials who were turned away were quickly overwhelmed by the angry populace.

Others, desperate and desperate, ran to the bell tower behind the church at the sound of their reminders.

When Alexander rode through the church to the famous Leaning Tower, he found that the Pisan officials had run up the Leaning Tower and had closed the door from the inside.

"They went up to the bell tower!" The mercenary excitedly squeezed through the crowd and came to Alexander, looking up at him, "My lord, what should we do now?" ”

What to do?

Alexander looked at the pizza people around him who were cheering excitedly because he had surrounded the enemy, and he really wanted to scold at this time!

Although it was an impromptu uprising for which it was unprepared, it turned into a rare opportunity for all those who tried to rebel because the officials were gathered together and they were all outside, without tall and sturdy buildings and well-guarded guards.

But it's such a godsend, which has turned these unreliable pizza people into the current situation.

Looking at the pispers, who were screaming and some had simply begun to pour wine into their mouths, Alexander wondered how the Zaloni family had been ousted by the same unrebellious crowd in the first place.

"Send someone to occupy the town hall at once, and announce to the whole city that in the name of His Majesty the Pope, we have taken Pisa." Alexander tried to suppress the carnival-like shouts around him as loudly as he could, "Let people contact all the mercenaries in Pisa and let them negotiate with us." Speaking of which, Alexander asked the mercenary, "What is your name?" ”

"Alain, Alain Gompati." The mercenary said his name with some excitement: "It is my honor to serve the emissary of His Majesty the Pope. ”

"Okay, Alain, I will now appoint you as the captain of the city defense of Pisa," Alexander threw out an official position without hesitation as soon as he opened his mouth, looking at the red face of the mercenary in front of him, he knew that he had used the right trick, "Immediately gather all the mercenaries in the city, and tell them that no one will owe them their salaries, and if they obey the order, they will receive an additional reward from the Pope, so they should come to the town hall immediately to listen to the order." ”

The new captain of the city defense immediately cheered, and the dissatisfaction that had been brewing precisely because of the arrears of salaries of the Pisa government was completely vented at this moment.

"And those officials who have been caught, don't hurt them," said Alexander, looking at the bloodstains on the weapons in the hands of some of the people around him and the looted jewels looming out of their pockets, Alexander waved his hand helplessly, "I'm talking about those who are still alive, and they are still useful." ”

"So, is there anything else?" A young man, dressed like a scholar, asked curiously, "What about those people?" I mean these people in the bell tower? ”

Looking up at the Leaning Tower in front of him, at the Pisa officials peeking out of the windows on the tower, Alexander, on horseback, looked around condescendingly, and then pointed to the large pile of stone that was being prepared not far from the Leaning Tower for the restoration of the public cemetery.

"Use those stones to block the gate of the bell tower, and then send someone to guard it."

With that, Alexander turned his horse's head and marched towards the town hall amid a crowd of cheering people who had been cheering all the time.

Lucrezia sat silently on her horse, silent except for the screams of fear as she rushed out of the Pisa.

Her silence seemed so noble and graceful to the people of Pisa around her, but it was not a good sign for Alexander.

Alexander was already a little accustomed to the 17-year-old woman who would have a little temper tantrum with him, but such a quiet Lucrezia made him a little uncomfortable.

The town hall was in front of him, but the closed doors and the heads of people peeking out of the windows and immediately retracting from the windows gave a sense of trepia to the building, which was supposed to be the highest power representative of Pisa.

When the team reached the street not far from the gate of the town hall, a heavy footstep suddenly came from the intersection on the other side of the street, accompanied by a group of black crushing people, and several mercenaries with weapons appeared in front of the group.

"Outlander, who are you?" One of the mercenaries, who was old but still strong, stepped out, first shouting to Alexander, then looking at the people behind him, "Are you going to attack the town hall, we won't agree to this." ”

"What do you want to do, Daddy," cried Alain Gompati, who had just become captain, "we just want to owe us our salary, we haven't been paid for two months, aren't you yourself?" ”

The old mercenary, who was called Daddy, looked at Gompati and let out a "snort".

"I knew you must have instigated this," said 'Daddy' angrily, "You think it's enough to get rid of the pispers, and who's going to pay us?" ”

"I can." Alexander said, then placing his hand slightly on Lucrezia's shoulder, "Or this lady or her father, believe me to be rich enough to pay your arrears, but I can only guarantee that those who will stand with us will be paid." ”

"How can you be sure who you are?" 'Daddy' asked sullenly.

"He is Alexandre Giuliante Gombray from Agri, Naples."

Lucrezia, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, her voice was calm and there was a hint of majesty, although because she was in Alexander's arms, it somewhat damaged her graceful and calm and vague momentum that did not match her age, but even so, as soon as she spoke, everyone's eyes were still involuntarily focused on her.

Only Alexander frowned secretly, for he noticed that Lucrezia did not mention his identity as Count Montina when introducing him.

"And I," Lucrezia continued, "is Lucrezia Borgia, the Pope's daughter. ”

After saying that, under the surprised gaze of the mercenaries, Lucrezia turned to look at Alexander and smiled, turned back to those people and said, "Also, he is my fiancé. ”

Hearing this, Alexander almost fell off his horse.