In front of the ramparts, under the porch, behind the suddenly open doors, the Venetians fought to the death against these enemies hidden in the fortifications.

The Venetians, who had never encountered an enemy in this way, felt that they were being tortured, they did not know what to say about their current enemy and the battle, and it was even more difficult for them to imagine that this kind of near-sneak attack came from an army like theirs.

There were no formations, no orders, and no brave charge and tenacious defense against a strong enemy, all the enemies tried to hide behind the walls and door panels, they were willing to stick their spears and muskets out of various gaps and attack the Venetians on the main road, and when the Venetians were ready to engage them, they either immediately retreated behind the bunkers they had taken refuge from, or if they saw too many enemies, they would retreat from the forks in the alleys.

But the Venetians who catch up will soon find that there are often also barricades that have been erected at the end of these alleys.

The retreating enemy would not continue to fight the enemy once they had retreated behind the barricade barriers, and they would continue to fight the enemy by relying on these impregnable but vital obstacles.

And in front of even a temporary obstacle with debris, the Venetians had to pay much more in the face of these prepared enemy forces than on the field battlefield.

Another Venetian bravely rushed up the barricades, which caused a cheer from behind.

This was the first time that the Venetians, who had begun to retreat at the slightest setback, had been inspired by the previous officer, who had miraculously not died under the musket, to charge the enemy again and again, but the effect was obviously not very good.

When they first stormed the barricades, they thought they had seen victory, so much so that the commander, who was standing in the street behind the line, had ordered the flag to move forward.

But no one expected that the enemy, who had been driven off the barricades, had only retreated slightly, and that the soldiers, who had just climbed the barricades and were still cheering loudly, became the targets of the enemy hiding in the houses on both sides of the street.

The soldiers, who had no cover at all, were bloodied by the projectile crossbow arrows and even the short spears thrown from both sides, and they planted themselves on both sides of the barricade, and those who survived jumped out desperately, not caring that the people behind them were rushing towards them.

The next thing that rushed up was the sharp spears of the enemy sticking out of the wall to meet them again, and for a time the two sides fought to the death on the border of the barricades.

There was another loud sound of artillery coming from behind, and even in the heat of battle, there were still people who involuntarily looked up at the sky, they didn't know where the shells above their heads would fall, and few people thought about it at this time.

Until the cannonballs fell from the sky with a strange sound and smashed directly into the street, smashing the originally flat stone road into a large crater, and the splashing gravel pierced directly into the chests of several nearby soldiers, and the cannonballs did not stop, but kept beating along the street like pinballs playing with children, plowing a terrible red alley in the crowd!

The Venetians dodged in terror to both sides of the road, not knowing how to dodge the shelling, but the low eaves of the roadside made them feel at least safer.

But shortly after the first shell fell, more whistling began to fall.

A house was struck with a huge impact directly through the roof from top to bottom, and thick smoke erupted from the doors and windows, mixed with the remains of various smashed furniture.

The Venetians standing under the eaves of the porch were screaming at the collapse of the masonry, and they had to run towards the road again and again, and those who ran later were buried directly under the collapsed houses.

"Not accurate!"

Standing on the terrace, Gompati yelled at the gunners in a rage, his face blackened by this time, and his whole body looked as if he had just crawled out of the coal kiln.

"Don't hit those houses, it's useless, hit the street, can't you hit such a long street?"

Gompati's thunderous cries were about to catch up with the roar of the artillery, and he ran around each of them, helping the gunners to correct them, and then gave the order in a loud voice after another hopeful one.

"Shoot! Shoot at the Venetians on the street! ”

The cannon roared, and the huge recoil shook the cannon and then slammed back, and the smoke from the muzzle of the gun also rose into the air.

"Come on, give me a good beating of those Venetians!"

Gompati laughed at the black shadows falling on the straight streets, and he beckoned to the deputy gunners to clear the muzzle of the gun, and then ran to the first gun to start re-correcting.

Alexander's eyebrows furrowed slightly as the whistling sound of cannonballs passed not far away, and his eyes were fixed on the street opposite, and from his direction he could clearly see the Venetians crowded in the distance.

The Venetians did have a lot of troops, and if it was in the field, Alexander knew that he might not be able to last even an hour.

But this is in town, and it happens to be in Oral.

The funnel-like terrain of Oral limited the Venetians, and in the face of narrower and narrower roads, there were not many soldiers who could really make a difference.

More people have to sit idly on the crowded streets and watch the people in front of them engage the enemy, and if they want to take a detour, they will find that the obstacles on the narrow alley roads other than this central road will be their greater nightmare.

In those places they had to face the enemy behind the front obstacles, and they had to be ready to deal with attacks from the houses at both ends of the narrow streets, and sometimes a narrow alley could be defended with only a few spears and heavy ballistas, while the Venetians who were blocked in the alleys were often the target of attacks by the Genoese who were always ready to help them.

"It's an urban war you haven't experienced, Cardino." Alexander muttered softly, he had already heard the rumbling of shells falling on the street and the screams that followed.

"It's not enough to go to Gompati to beat them to the fire." Alexander looked over the mesa, where the smoke from the muzzle of each shot was clearly visible, but Alexander doubted that the Venetians could notice it too.

Alexander's gaze looked farther away, and when he faintly saw a swaying figure near the wreckage of the collapsed church, he gave orders to Ofley, who was beside him.

Offrey was a little stunned, he thought that maybe he had misheard, and when he wanted to confirm again, he happened to hear Alexander whisper to himself: "Since it has been blown up, it doesn't matter." ”

Ofleiyi knew that he had heard correctly, and although he was suspicious, he immediately beckoned someone to bring his mount and quickly ran towards the terrace.

When O'Ofleyi arrived, Gompati was gleefully complimenting his gunners.

Nearly half of the shells had landed on the road and nearby houses, and looking at the swaying and apparently panicked enemies, Gompati felt like the messenger of death in Greek legend.

"What?" But the order that Oflaiyi conveyed to him made Gompati a little strange, and he asked a question, as the captain of the army, before looking in the direction of the church that he had destroyed in the distance.

"Oh, really." Gompati muttered in a low voice, from which he could only roughly see the upper part of the church, and as for the small square in front of the church, it was impossible to see because there were many houses blocking the corner.

But that's nothing, all towns have churches, don't they, and all churches have a small square in front of them.

"I've been there," Ofleiyi took out his little notebook with a lot of terrain from his pocket, "the square is not big, and you can't see it, but ......" Speaking of this, Ofleiyi scratched his forehead and hesitated before continuing, "You just have to target the church as you did before, but only a little further when the time comes." ”

"Do you mean to increase the elevation angle of the muzzle?" Seeing Oflaiyi's dazed look, Gompati nodded a little arrogantly, he didn't have much affection for these Agri who had followed Alexander for a long time, at least in his eyes, these farmers in the countryside were still very tender, "I know what to do, but you have to go and tell the adults, I hope he can protect the safety of my artillery." ”

This time it was Oflaiil's turn to show pride on his face, and as he looked at Gompati, the young future stonemason straightened up and said in a proud tone:

"Rest assured, the Agris never flinch."

Kargino looked at the town in the distance with some suspicion, he didn't know what was happening in Oral, but he noticed that things seemed to be a little different from what he had imagined.

The Venetians seemed to be remobilizing their army, and a group of Milanese who had been preparing to flank him were slowly turning around, looking in the direction their flag was pointing, as if it were Oral.

Coalition forces sending reinforcements?

Cargino thought it was a bit ridiculous, but in fact a Milanese army was turning around on Orar.

Could it be that Cambrai really resisted the Venetian attack?

An army of less than 2,000 men mixed in several different places could resist more than twice as many Venetians, and Cargino felt that there could be nothing more absurd than this.

Something must have gone wrong, Cargino thought.

But the news from the flank let him know that things were not as delusional as he had previously thought.

From the flanks came a request for whether to attack the Venetians, because "the Venetians seemed to have stopped."

Calgino looked at it closely, and soon he saw that the Venetians seemed to have changed due to the movement of the flank army, especially a group of Milanese cavalry was running along the road that was supposed to be occupied in the direction of the town of Orar, and they were so fast that they even ignored the stragglers in front of them, and rushed directly to the edge of the Genoese team.

It seems that something strange has really happened in the town of Orar, and Kargino can't help but wonder.

Just as he was considering whether to take the opportunity to let the army tentatively attack the left flank of Venice, a huge cannon roar came from the town again!

Calgino looked up, and somehow he felt that this shelling seemed to be a little different from the previous one, but as for the reason, he couldn't say why for a while.

Calgino stared in the direction of the town, and soon he understood why there had been that kind of reversal before.

Originally, a large cloud of smoke rose from the direction of the church at this time, and people could be seen running around in a hurry, and some unmanned war horses were frightened and desperately galloped towards the outside of the town.

"Is that Cambrai crazy, he shelled the church?"

Calgino looked at the place where the smoke was rising, he was sure it was the direction of the town's church.

If the first shelling can be said to be a mistake, then this second round of shooting is clearly deliberate.

What Calgino did not expect was that just as he was guessing what Alexander was going to do, after a while, the third round of shelling in the direction of the church sounded again!

This time, no one will ever think of it as a coincidence.

Perhaps having mastered some skill in the previous two shots, most of the shells in the third round of shelling hit the intended target with more or less accuracy - the small square in front of the Oral Church.

Even from outside the town, you can see billowing smoke from the vicinity of the Oral Church, as well as a raging fire that ignited the flammable materials in the house from the fire source in the collapsed building.

"That Cambrai is really crazy," Cargino roared through gritted teeth, he did not expect Alexander to be so bold as to bombard the church with artillery, but what shocked him even more was the enormous damage caused by the artillery.

Cargino was not unaware of the terrible power of artillery, he had heard from the Greeks who had escaped from Constantinople about the power of the Ottomans' terrible urban cannons, but those were always hearsay.

Now, when he saw with his own eyes a centuries-old fortified church turned into a pile of ruins in an instant under the bombardment of artillery, Calgino was finally completely shaken.

Billowing smoke in the distance covered most of the town in an instant, and the ruins of collapsed churches and bell towers loomed into view.

However, because it is separated by most of the town, although Calgino was shocked by the tragic sight of the church that was hit by the shells, he did not know what kind of hell it was in front of the church, which was continuously hit by shells.

The square, which was supposed to be a day of prayer, was now completely unrecognizable, and the ground of the square was littered with shallow craters that had been smashed by shells.

A pile of wrecks from what had been a carriage leaned crookedly against a corner of the square, and vats of wine flowed from under the smashed horses mixed with blood in all directions.

There were corpses and smashed limbs everywhere, some of them could tell who they were, but many more couldn't tell who was who, and they couldn't tell who the rotten and broken torsos belonged to.

Human corpses, horse corpses, and severed limbs scattered around the square surrounded by fragments of armor filled the square, and it was clear that the fine and sturdy Milanese armor had done little to protect it.

On the other hand, some people were suffocated by suffocation after being stuck in the armor because of the deformation of the splintering stones.

Unbeknownst to Gompati, it was the heavy cavalry that the Milanese were gathering that had almost been wiped out under his artillery bombardment.

After the first accident that directly destroyed the bell tower of the church, Gompati's artillery never fired a single shell near the church, which made the Milanese heavy cavalry think that they had found a safe place.

They were unhurried to prepare their horses and armor, and the pride of the heavy cavalry made them order their servants to polish their armor even before going into battle.

It was at this moment that Gompati, as Alexander had commanded, spoke in the small square in front of the church with all the artillery in his hand!

When the cannonballs fell, some of the Milanese knights had just stepped on their horses with the help of their servants, while others were on one knee and praying before the battle, while one of the knights was searching for letters and phrases for his mistress.

Then, the next moment, large pieces of solid shells fell from the sky, and the whole square turned into a terrible hell in an instant!

The knight on the horse was dropped to the ground with his horse, and then the cannonballs that flicked forward along the ground like water hit the ground, and the men and horses turned into a pile of broken bones and flesh in an instant in the terrifying stirring of the huge stone projectiles.

When the praying knight heard the strange noise, he thought that his piety had been inspired, so that God had given him some miraculous revelation, but what befell him was that half of his body was directly cut by a broken log that swept by, and the lower half of his body, which still maintained a kneeling position, was stubbornly supported for a while before falling softly.

At this time, a broken quill was floating in the air, and its owner, who was still worried about how to please his mistress, was smashed into a pile of mud by the cannonball in the shallow pit on the ground.

The terrible attack came so quickly, and when the Milanese finally understood what had happened, many people immediately ran in all directions, some of them running out of town, others for their lives in the nearby streets and alleys, leaving only the screams of the people in the square who had not yet died in agony, screaming for help from them.

The wounded kept screaming and screaming for help, some of them struggled to get up and fled out of the square, some of them found that their legs were already missing when they tried to stand up, and some of them were crushed by the ruins of the collapsed houses and screamed in despair.

The surviving Milanese were completely stunned, they were terrified, they had never experienced such a thing, and the accident of being so struck before they even saw the face of the enemy made them completely unsure of what to do next!

"Master, please save my master, he is crushed under the stones, I can't move those stones, please save him, I promise you for my master, I will repay you!"

A young squire grabbed the arm of a cavalryman and shook it incessantly, seeing that the cavalryman was just staring blankly ahead, the squire was unwilling to run to the next person, he kept running and begging among those who survived, until he was finally grabbed by a strong cavalryman.

"Aren't you my cousin Mark's retinue, what are you kid running around, what about Mark and the others?"

"I know you, sir, and you are a relative of my master," cried out the attendant as if grasping at a life-saving straw, "please save my master, who is crushed under those stones." ”

"God, how is that?" The strong man's face turned pale, "I have to go and save him." ”

"You're crazy," a cavalryman next to him grabbed the strong man, "Look at the way you look over there, you might die if you run over like this." ”

"No, I have to save my cousin, who has just been married, and will be a groom in a few months." The strong man shouted to the man next to him, "Those damn artillery guns have already been fired twice, didn't they come back after a long time last time, we can save a lot of people by taking advantage of this opportunity." ”

The strong man shouted and ran towards the square, and the heavy cavalry looked at him in horror, and when they saw that the cavalry had run unharmed to the ruins that were pressing down on his cousin, and began to move the rubble with great difficulty, and the cries for help on the ruins became more and more terrible, at last someone could not help but cry:

"There was no cannon, those bastards didn't shoot us, take advantage of this time to save people!"

The shout finally struck the hesitant Milanese, who began to run towards the ruins of the square when they looked at the wounded in the square, among whom they knew well.

People began to run back and forth in the square, trying to save those who were still alive, or seemed to be saved.

At the same time, they didn't know whether they were comforting each other or just to embolden themselves, and many of them kept shouting while running: "No cannons, no cannons." ”

Obviously, the Milanese, with their excellent armor and skilled swords and guns, did not understand what intermittent fire and artillery reset were.

Then, when they heard the terrible sound that seemed familiar to them appear overhead again, the second round of shells had already been smashed down on them!

On the afternoon of May 3, 1497, the army of Alexander, Count of Montina, inflicted a near-devastating artillery attack on the Milanese heavy cavalry.

In a short period of time, the army of the Count of Montina bombarded the Milanese heavy cavalry assembly in turn, inflicting great casualties on the Milanese.

Thus setting a precedent for the centralized use of artillery on the battlefield in the first place!