Della Roverre's family wore the same pair of trousers as the French, and everyone knew about it.

After Juliano de la Rovere had to flee Rome to escape the persecution of Alexander VI, he did not even return to his hometown and diocese of Venice, but fled directly to France to seek refuge from the French king.

This stay was 6 years, until Charles invaded France, and Rovelle took advantage of the situation to follow the French army back to Italy, so for the people of Rome, if there is anyone who wants the French to defeat the least, it must be the Rovelle family, at least for now.

However, even if everyone knows about it, due to the complicated relationship between the French and the nobles of those city-states for many years, no one blames the Roveret family for this matter, after all, no one knows what kind of relationship they will have with the French in the future, and even does not know if they will one day become another Rovere family.

So even if Giuliano de la Rovere himself followed the French army all the way back, as long as he did not appear on the battlefield, people would still not be able to do anything.

But if he does go to war, it's two different things entirely.

The letter that the archbishop gave him in Alexander's hand now clearly meant to take a walk around the battlefield.

This made Alexander wonder if De la Rovere wanted to send him a letter to kill him with the sword of the coalition army.

After all, at this time, anyone with a little brain knows that with the news that they have returned to the city, the resistance of the French will not last long.

"Konstantin will go with you."

The archbishop's next words made Alexander stunned, it may be possible to say that Rovie wanted to pit him, but it is not reasonable to say that he even pit his own son, unless Konstantin is not his own son.

However, this idea was only a little flickering in his mind, after all, judging from the fact that the archbishop later spent a lot of money for his son after becoming the pope, Konstantin should still be his own.

"The situation of the French is not good," the archbishop, of course, did not know that his future son-in-law was considering the color of his bishop's crown, and looked at the shape of the table next to him with something randomly arranged, he knocked on the table, "The French army on Mount Appio is almost driven down, if they retreat from there, the defenders on the hill of Rocadispas will be completely unsupported, and even if the Romans will not directly enter the battle, they will be completely isolated and surrounded, and it is not the outskirts of Piedmont, There was simply nothing to defend, and they couldn't last long in this weather. ”

It was only then that Alexander faintly noticed the seemingly chaotic furnishings on the table, which in fact seemed to be the opposing armies, and now it seemed, as the archbishop had said, that the situation on one side seemed to be very unfavorable.

If others say this, Alexander may not think so, but Giuliano de la Rovere was a real soldier, and even many years after he became pope, he was given the title of "the best pope of war" for personally planning wars as pope, so Alexander did not doubt his analysis.

What's more, there is Constantine going with him, but he doesn't quite understand the purpose of Rovelle, what the French are destined to do is actually known to everyone, if it weren't for the complicated relations between the parties on the northern battlefield and the mutual constraints, with that Gonzalo's ability, he might have driven the French back to his hometown last winter.

The archbishop shook a brass bell, and as a servant came in to obey his orders, Konstantin was called in a few moments.

"I know you fought de Charlain at the Loire Valley, I remember the time you were beaten by him," seeing his son's proud nod, the archbishop tapped his finger slightly, "I hope you still have a chance to win back the honor from him, but before that you can save this Frenchman." ”

"Father, de Charlaon is a real knight, he may not be willing to flee from the battlefield," seeing the slightly surprised look of Alexander next to him, Konstantin said disapprovingly, "Don't be surprised, there is nothing to be ashamed of being defeated by de Scharlon, that man is a real knight, so I doubt that he is willing to run away like this," said Konstantin shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "If he really doesn't want to, no one can force him to leave." ”

"So I want you two to go with me," said de la Roveré, pointing his hand at his son and son-in-law-to-be, "it is important to hear this de Charlon, so bring him back safely whether he wants it or not, as long as he leaves the battlefield he is not in danger, so you must set off as soon as possible, the defeat of the French will be much faster than you think." ”

Although many knew that the French would be defeated, when Alexander and his wife came south of Rome, the news proved that the situation had fully fulfilled the archbishop's prediction, and that the French had fallen into a terrible situation much faster than many people had thought.

When Charles entered Rome with great strength and asked Alexander VI to crown him with the Neapolitan crown, Alexander VI, who had to submit to the situation, played a small trick, although he did put the crown on Charlemagne's head with his own hands, but did not follow the custom of Leo III after Charlemagne's coronation, and announced in an oral way that "God recognizes the right of this devout believer to inherit and wear this crown", which seems simple, but actually contains deep meaning.

At that time, Charles did not understand this trick played by Alexander VI, and because of this, when he left Rome, Charles unceremoniously took Caesar, who had just become a cardinal for a few days, as a hostage.

It's just that what Charlie didn't expect was that although the young man was famous for messing with flowers all day long, he was a very shrewd guy, so it didn't take long for him to find an opportunity to escape from Charlie back to Rome.

At that time, because of Caesar as a hostage, Charles was quite confident that he could control Rome, so he had very few defenders left in Rome, but because of the importance of the city, the defenders he stayed in Rome were not a simple person.

"De Charlain was not only a brave knight, but he was Charles's cousin, his mother was the cousin of Louis's wife, Charlotte of Savoy, and he himself was known for his bravery." Konstantin looked at the chaotic flow of people on the road in the distance, his face darkened, and although his father had warned them in advance that the situation was very bad, he did not think that it would be such a bad way.

There were already a lot of deserters scattered on the road, and if you didn't open your mouth to look at them, you could tell them to be French, and if you looked carefully, you could see a few of them who seemed to be of good status.

"Did even the officers escape?" Somewhat annoyed, Konstantin ordered his men to immediately grab a few guys from among those people who should know something, and at the same time he looked at the Agri soldiers behind Alexander with some suspicion.

When he knew the purpose of Rovelle, Alexander understood the purpose of the archbishop.

Obviously, now that the French are about to lose badly, as a French comrade, whether it is Rovier or Modillo, life will definitely be difficult all of a sudden, and the only thing that can save the situation at this time is to ensure that those French nobles stationed in Rome will not be uprooted by the coalition forces, at least so that they can pay some price in future negotiations.

As for de Charlon, he was clearly the most important of these Frenchmen in need of protection.

Of course, Rovelle did not necessarily want to take the opportunity to make a profit from the French, as for why he wanted to mix himself in, this is because as the nephew of Modillo, the famous leading party in Naples, he is destined to get rid of the hat of "bringing the second generation" for this alone, not to mention that if you want to find de Charlain from the chaotic battlefield, you need an army, and now in addition to the Swiss guards of the Rovelle family, The only people who could use them were Alexander's Agri and his few bohemians.

However, looking at those Agri, Konstantin felt a little doubtful that these soldiers could accomplish such a difficult task.

Sophia's departure deprived Alexander of his beloved girl, and Nashan's departure deprived him of the bohemian power.

Although Nathan took only the Bohemians he had gathered on the road, and the Bohemian cavalry he had brought out from Agri remained, it was enough to affect Alexander's overall strength.

Looking at the Agri musketeers who followed behind, Alexander's heart was not calm.

The previous battle with the Sanroni in the valley of Bruini had transformed the Agri from a group of peasants into a group of soldiers, who had dared to face the enemy from the opposite side, who would not be afraid when they raised their spears, who had no longer been disorganized by the roar of their muskets, and who had tried to make a group of peasants eager to fight.

But those were only small battles, and now the Agris will face a war they have never experienced before!

You could feel the agitation mixed with nervousness and excitement permeating the soldiers behind them, and compared to the Swiss soldiers of Constantine, the Agri seemed a little worried.

As if sensing Constantine's suspicious gaze, Alexander could only shake his head helplessly, whether the Agri people can withstand this test is indeed very important, but now the real important thing is to find de Scharlon, as for letting the Agri directly face the coalition army, Alexander couldn't help but look at Konstantin next to him.

"You're looking for our friends, not fighting the coalition, and don't forget that I'm still the Archbishop of Genoa," della Rovere had instructed them before coming, "and it will be enough to find the knight and bring him safely back to our home for protection." ”

It was a simple matter to find that man and bring him back, and Alexander smiled bitterly and had a vague idea that the archbishop insisted that he go to the Frenchman with him, not necessarily to tie Modillo's ally a little more firmly.

Sure enough, none of them were fuel-efficient lamps, Alexander muttered to himself, and then he saw several soldiers come by grabbing a man covered in mud from the side of the road.

"My lord, I didn't do anything!" As soon as the man opened his mouth, the peculiar accent betrayed his French identity.

"But you are a deserter," Constantine pulled the axe from one of the soldiers next to him, and slammed the Frenchman on the shoulder with the long axe shaft from his horse, knocking him down in the mud of the ground in one fell swoop, "Tell me where you fought, and take us back, or I'll have you hanged now." ”

"You're not a coalition?" The Frenchman struggled to get up and looked at Konstantin in surprise, and the muddy water with ice slag was still flowing down his head, but he didn't dare to wipe it and just looked at Konstantin nervously.

Speaking of the fact that the French didn't even know how many enemies they were fighting after the battle, maybe the number of enemies was not as large as they thought, but the situation at home was so bad from the beginning that many French people collapsed with the cry that "the commander has been killed" came from nowhere, even before they could organize their formation.

"My lord, our commander was killed, it was the cannon of the coalition army, he saw God with the first shot, we have no choice but to retreat, I heard that the defenders on Mount Appio have completely retreated, we can't stop the enemy at all."

"Dead? De Charlain was killed by a cannon? The Frenchman chattered in frustration, but his words startled Konstantin.

"You misunderstood, it's Count Durand, our front-line commander, he's so unlucky." The Frenchman hastened to explain, and seeing that Constantine seemed relieved, the Frenchman said tentatively, "I have heard that Lord de Charlaon has arrived on the battlefield, but it seems that he has gone to the defensive line of Monte Rocadispas, and once Mont Appio is lost, the side of Monte Roccatipas will be in danger, so he went there." ”

"Oh that's true," Constantin finally breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that there were still quite a few French troops around Rocca Lipas, which made him less worried about de Charlon's safety, and then he shook the Frenchman with his long axe, "You, take us to the knight de Charlon, or else I will hang you." ”

The Frenchman, who was rudely pushed to go, could only secretly admit that he was unlucky for the mouthy just now, looking at the army that followed behind, the French couldn't help but feel anxious about whether he could still live for a while, but he could only turn around and walk towards the battlefield where the roar of cannons was heard from time to time.

In the distance, a slowly rising slope was rising behind a puff of smoke, scorching the cold air with a pungent smell of burnt and unusually disgusting.

Faintly audible from behind the slope and the chaotic sound of no distinction as it was, Alexander took a breath of uncomfortable air and followed Konstantin as he urged his horse forward up the gentle slope.

Between the rolling hills, several flags fluttered in the cold wind.

Under the banner, a close-knit line of soldiers was gathering under a visibly high hillside at the end of the hill.

On both sides of the hill, cavalry moved rapidly to and fro at the edge of the ranks, and between the gaps in the infantry ranks, a group of heavily armored knights, though of very different styles but completely wrapped in armor, was advancing slowly but surely.

A dull roar suddenly came from a distance, and as a faintly visible black dot fell rapidly from the high slope in an arc, and in an instant, a wave was set off in the ranks that were marching below!

At the same time, a shrill trumpet sounded from the back of the procession, and the long formations of spears like forests began to advance towards the hillside.

Alexander took another deep breath, and a disgusting but instantly heart-pounding sensation hit him!

On January 21, 1497, Alexandre Giulian Cambrai arrived on the battlefield outside Rome!