When the continuous shells passed overhead, some of the two sides who were fighting in front of the barricade involuntarily stopped to look at the sky, because of this, some people even lost their lives.

But it's always a good thing that the shells didn't fall on their heads, and many people were relieved by this, and then they heard a barrage of bombardments coming from the direction of the church not far away.

The Venetians didn't care, but some of the Milanese thought that their cavalry was there.

Some people couldn't help but run in the direction of the square to see what was going on, but both what awaited them and what they brought back were terrible news.

The tragic appearance of the Milanese cavalry made everyone who saw it not only frightened and even vomited because the scene was so bloody, but even those who had been on the battlefield for a long time were almost mad because they were stimulated by the terrible scene they saw.

White flesh and red blood, as well as various colors of internal organs and large patches of feces splattered on the ground after drowning, the previously proud heavy cavalry in the square suddenly turned into a disgusting pile of rotten flesh and debris stuck to the ground and walls, which made everyone who saw this scene shocked because they could not accept it.

A Milanese general stood at the edge of the square, staring blankly at the large pile of stumps and severed arms piled in front of him, and he saw half of what he could barely recognize as a human head, buried in the belly of a horse corpse that had been shattered by broken stones, and he could not even tell where it was a human corpse and where it was a horse if he didn't look closely.

"What's going on, what's going on," the Milanese kept asking, and finally he turned around and grabbed a person passing by and dragged him to the front and asked word by word, "Tell me what's going on, don't leave anything behind." ”

The man looked straight at General Milan in front of him, and after a long pause, his blank gaze slowly gathered a little energy.

"My lord, I know you, I know you," the man looked at the general in front of him and suddenly shouted a few times, and then let out a broken cry, "It's terrible, my lord, those people are devils, they killed so many people, our captain was killed by them with artillery, and I saw him with my own eyes and his head was smashed off with a stone at once." ”

The Milanese didn't speak, just listened to the man in front of him cry, and then he slowly let go of his hand and let the man slide to the ground, lying in a red mud mixed with human and horse blood and weeping.

Then the Milanese roared madly at his men, most of whom were pale: "Revenge! Kill the damned Neapolitans! ”

This suppressed roar made the man's face red, and the bruises on his face bulged out his head, and the bloodshot in his eyes seemed to squeeze out his eyeballs.

The trumpets sounded in the Milan ranks, but unlike the previous trumpets that were always slightly soothing, this time the slightly rapid trumpets permeated with a thick killing intent.

Many of the Milanese troops who were approaching Cargino's Genoese army outside the town first stopped with some confusion, and after confirming that the horn was heard correctly, they began to slowly change their formation and move in the direction of Oral.

"What happened, where are they going?"

The Venetian general who led the army asked the people next to him strangely, and a Milanese who had been sent to his side couldn't help but change his face when he heard the sound of the horn.

"God, I don't know what's going on, but General Michiro is giving out a call for conscription, and he's rallying all the Milanese to attack the town."

The Venetian general looked back at the town of Oral in astonishment, he also saw the terrifying barrage of shelling, and now heard that the Milanese had issued a conscription order completely ignoring the fighting with the Genoese, and the Venetians vaguely guessed what had happened.

But looking at the groups of Milanese who left the battlefield without permission, the face of the general of the Vesni people became extremely ugly.

Even without the Milanese, he was confident that he could win with his opponent's strength, but the Milanese's self-indulgence made the Venetians feel indescribably angry.

And while it was guessed that the Milanese might have done so because they had suffered a heavy loss in the previous series of shelling, the Venetians still thought they had gone too far.

After all, 5,000 men had already attacked the town before, and as far as they knew, the Count of Montina had less than 3,000 men at most.

But now the Milanese are actually going to transfer all their troops, which makes the Venetians feel that they are simply fooling around.

"We're going to have to deal with that Cargino, you know, this guy is quite slippery," said the Venetian general, who was disgruntled, "and tell you that wayward Milanese, I also need men here, and defeating Genoese is what we need most now." ”

After saying that, he turned blue and no longer paid attention to the Milanese, but turned his eyes to the Genoese army opposite, which had always kept a short distance from him.

Cardino was waiting, and although he had made up his mind to retreat when necessary, he knew that the timing of the retreat was important, and if he retreated too late, he might be surrounded by the enemy, but if he retreated too early, he might become an excuse for some people to attack him when he returned.

"Be careful of the movement in the direction of Oral, as soon as we find out that the Milanese have defeated that Cambrai and occupied the town, we will retreat," Calgino instructed his cronies, "I will not be stupid enough to engage an enemy who cannot win, maybe I will find other opportunities in the future, but this time the situation is very unfavorable for us, so waiting for the opportunity to retreat is the smartest choice." ”

Kargino admits that this judgment is not wrong, especially after seeing the enemy rapidly spread out outside the town, seemingly trying to cut off his retreat back to Oral, Kargino has already made the decision to abandon the retreat to Oral.

But suddenly, the continuous shelling of the town attracted everyone's attention, first the enemy troops who were advancing towards them could not help but slow down, and then not long after, a strange phenomenon caught the attention of Cargino.

He was constantly reported that the Milanese seemed to be giving up on approaching them, and that their battle brigades had changed direction before they could be formed, and some had even turned around in front of the line, and then the Milanese had pounced on the town of Oral.

Calgino was surprised, the Milanese's actions had already struck him strangely, and now when he stepped on horseback with the support of two squires, and saw that the Milanese were rushing towards the town of Oral, as reported by his men, Cargino's heart jumped.

"How many Milanese are there across from us?" Cardino blurted out, and then with a wave of his hand, he stopped those men who were about to speak, "They have at least 6,000 men, and now if they all go to attack Cambrai, how many enemies will we have on the other side?" ”

"8000, or more?" An officer who usually doesn't study much said hesitantly.

"No, stupid, we don't have that many across from us!" Calgino suddenly turned his head to look at the Venetians who were approaching him, "They originally had the idea of encircling us, so their left flank was almost to the edge of the town of Oral, and now the Milanese, who had been advancing with their left flank, have abandoned them to fight Cambrai, which means that the entire left flank of the Venetians is almost exposed." ”

Calgino's face turned red with excitement at this moment, and he knew that there was a good opportunity in front of him that he had never dreamed of!

7,000 beats 15,000, and an opportunity to make him a household name overnight is just around the corner.

"Pass my order, and the whole army will turn to the right!" Calgino excitedly gave the order: "Tell our captains, whoever can crush the left flank of the Venetians first, I am willing to share my share of the reward with him!" ”

Calgino's orders were instantly spread out to the entire Genoese army with the rapid cavalry, and at the same time, the Milanese had begun a retaliatory attack on the town of Oral.

Wave after wave of Milanese rushed towards the main road, and under the guidance of their respective flags, the Milanese swarmed and gradually "squeezed" into the town along the main road that was slightly bent away.

The town of Oral is indeed huge, at least much larger than other towns that can only accommodate a few hundred people.

But even so, when thousands of people suddenly poured into the town at the same time, all the streets and alleys seemed to become unusually narrow at once.

Some streets are blocked by houses that have collapsed by some "chance", and in some alleys there are simply cavalry that will suddenly attack them, and the main road in the middle of the town is undoubtedly the smoothest.

And their enemies are also at the end of this road, so there is nothing wrong with following their companions along the road.

This is how a group of Milanese was chosen, and then more Milanes followed behind the front team, and gradually more and more Milanese troops gathered on the main road in the center of the town.

Like a torrent pouring in from the entrance of a huge funnel, and then venting down towards the exit, the Milanese army rushed towards the barricades that were about to be overwhelmed by several attacks.

"Forgive me, O Lord, for my sins, and I will act at your command, and I will consider you my Maker, and at the last moment pronounce my sins, and then all glory be to my Lord."

Gompati knelt on one knee, his hands caressing the still lukewarm cannon in front of him, his forehead pressed tightly against the back of his hand, and between his fingers, a cross shook slightly on the barrel with an imperceptible soft sound.

The sound of a distant cry getting closer and closer filled his ears, and Gompati looked up to listen, then kissed the cross in his hand.

Gompati made a cross over the cannon with the sharp end of the cross, and then he walked over to the muzzle, and as his fingers were released, the silver chain slipped through his fingers, and the cross fell into the muzzle.

"God forgives my sins and punishes my enemies." Gompati read silently, and he carefully checked the angle and direction of the gun's fire.

From the mesa at this time, you can already see the Milanese rushing not far in front of the barricade.

The Milanese, with their thick shields and sturdy armor, didn't take care of the enemy this time, and the damn barricade in front of them really looked crumbling.

"Watch out for the houses on both sides!" Some of the soldiers who had suffered before reminded their reinforcements that "those dastardly Neapolitans will sneak up through the windows above!" ”

The barricade was in front, and at last with a shout from one of the officers, the steps of the Milanese began to quicken, believing that the distance was enough for the enemy not to fire a second round of bullets.

Closer, closer, the enemy did not shoot, and no sneak attackers appeared in the houses on either side.

The barricades are right in front of you!

The first mercenary brave to climb the barricade let out a roar of surprise, and he seemed to have seen the promise of a good reward coming his way, making him forget even how terrible the Neapolitan muskets were.

Then more mercenaries poured up the barricades, and when one of them turned back and shouted to his companion behind him, "It's empty, there's no one!" At that time, many soldiers who were originally so nervous that their faces turned pale finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, many of them had seen the terrible scene in the square, and when they were asked to attack the barricade, many of the mercenaries were afraid and even thought of deserting.

Now that the enemy was not behind the barricades, some of the mercenaries even cheered.

Gompati couldn't hear what the Milanese were shouting, and he could only vaguely see the vague figure of the first to climb the barricades.

Then Gompati gave the order to the gunners who were staring at him: "Fire!" ”

"Boom~"

When the first cannon roared, Gompati's eyes immediately became sharp, staring at the afterimage of the projectile that flashed in front of him, and as the projectile crossed the curve in the air, until the cannonball landed on the roof of a house, and with the same loud bang, the whole house seemed to be trampled by an invisible giant foot, and the roof suddenly collapsed downward with thick smoke.

The powerful stone projectile then smashed through the wooden floor on the second floor, and as the smoke and dust flew through, the projectile landed on the ground on the first floor, and the flying stones smashed the door, and the fragments hit the Milanese mercenaries who happened to pass by, causing a scream.

"Off," Gompati muttered, and he did not pay attention to the Milanese in the street, who had suddenly become chaotic because of the blow to the house, but carefully adjusted the cannon in front of him to the side according to the sign of a wooden disc with a fine mark engraved on it.

"According to what the adults said, you only need to adjust it by two points," Gompati whispered to himself, and then he took the torch from the gunner next to him, gasped slightly, and lit the fuse of the medicine pool.

At the same time as there was a muffled sound, the whole body of the cannon jumped violently!

Gompati's gaze followed the curvilinear black shadow once again to the distant street.

In an instant, the cannonballs flying through the air seemed to be out of shape, and what had been a mass began to disperse in the air, and a large black shadow like a hornet flying out of a beehive disappeared into the middle of the street.

It was only then that Gompati removed the cloth from his ears, and he faintly heard the sound of a dense projectile hitting the ground, which was obviously not as shocking as the previous stone projectile when it smashed through the house, but Gompati turned back and waved his arm at the gunners next to him.

"Move, move, listen to my orders, and shift the muzzle from left to right for 1 to 2 minutes," Gompati's shout sounded on the mesa, "Ready~put!" ”

The artillery fired in unison, and in front of the first barricade, which Alexander had ordered to abandon, terrible shotguns again fell from the sky.

Flesh and blood were scattered, and the fragments that were not as terrible as a solid bullet landed, but with a more brutal and ruthless lethality, poured directly into the Milanese who gathered in dense formations on the streets of the town.

The Milanese were so crowded with each other that almost every fragment of a cannonball tore a terrible hole in the crowd, and a swept scarlet mist of blood rose into the air and scattered in all directions.

Many people's heads and faces were drenched by this terrible rain of blood, but before they could react, more shotguns had already smashed down their heads and faces.

Because of the calculations in advance, Gompati's shot was obviously much more accurate than before, and the first barricade was closer to the mesa.

This time, even on the street, you can clearly see the smoke rising from the mesa with the sound of cannons.

"It's those guns!"

Some of the Milanese pointed to the distant mesa and shouted, and then the shouts grew louder and louder, until finally even the Milanese general in command ventured forward to look at the distant mesa.

There was another cannon shot, and it was the shot of the gun that had been tested for the first time before it had been reloaded.

I don't know how to hide, there is nowhere to hide, and even if I escape into the houses on both sides, it is difficult to ensure that the roof will not be penetrated by the shotguns.

When another piece of shotgun exploded at the back of the group, the Milanese finally realized that they were completely exposed to the range of those guns, and it was too late to retreat!

Seeing the large shrapnel that emitted a sharp whistling once again tearing a big hole in the crowded mercenary, someone among the Milanese finally roared uncontrollably:

"Kill those artillery, who's going to kill those damn artillery!" 、

At first, one person shouted, and then more and more people shouted wildly!

"Kill the artillery!"

The Milanese general in command also realized the terrible threat posed to them by artillery, and with a command, the Milanese began to desperately attack the direction of the mesa.

"It's finally getting started."

In the distance, Alexander took a musket from Paolo Busako beside him, and as he leveled the barrel, a line of muskets pointed at the oncoming Milanese.

The battle, which was dominated by the struggle for artillery positions, began.

At the same time, outside the town of Oral, the Genoese of Calgino also launched an attack on the Venetians, who had suddenly lost the protection of their flanks.