Calgino stared blankly at the crimson uniforms that appeared across the stream.

How many of those are there?

1000 or 2000?

But does that make a difference?

Calgino knew that he had failed, or that he had already doomed it when he marched on Montina, for the Montina people clearly had a much more powerful army than he had thought.

Or when he decided to abandon the siege of Montineuv and turn on Alexander's army, he was doomed to defeat, because he obviously misjudged the speed of the march of Montina's army guarding the fortress, and the aggressiveness of Ofleuil, who was the castle's defender.

If it were Cardino, he would never leave the castle easily, which might be disgusted by the monarch, but Cargino thought it was too cost-effective compared to taking risks.

The most important thing, though, was his mistake in calculating the distance of Montina's reinforcements.

Calgino trusted his own judgment, so even if he thought that Offleiil would send reinforcements, he still thought he had enough time to deal with the enemy in both directions.

Defeat Alexander first, and then return to the hastily arrived Oflei, for the sake of this Kalgino did not hesitate to give up the favorable terrain, and took the initiative to attack Alexander, the purpose of which was to fight quickly.

All of this seemed risky, but the decision that Cargino was sure of, was the result of a judgment that was very accurate to him, that is, Montina's reinforcements could not have traveled that long distance in a day.

Because no army has yet been able to do it.

Now, looking at the Montina people who appeared on the bank of the creek opposite, Cargino could only swallow a mouthful of bitter water.

"Retreat, order all troops to move closer to the right flank." Kargino gave the order, and without taking a second look and not even thinking about whether resistance should be made, he gave the order to retreat.

Although the people around him were panicked, they couldn't help but be stunned when they heard the order, and Calgino no longer paid attention to them, but was helped by the servants to climb on the horse, and then shouted to the herald who looked over, "Tell all the troops that their mission has been completed, I thank them for their bravery and sacrifice, and now what they have to do is to leave the battlefield immediately." ”

The herald came to his senses, and he opened his mouth as if to ask something, but then immediately turned his horse's head and galloped away for his life.

The Genoese front faltered, first the offensive inexplicably stopped, and then all the armies began to disengage from the enemy on the opposite side.

Despite the devastating losses and casualties they had suffered, all the Genoese commanders retreated as if they had gone mad.

The first Montina team to counterattack was a surprising group of Agri recruits, almost none of whom were wounded, especially when their captain was killed, and the army was on the verge of collapse almost instantly.

But a bald veteran from nowhere, a bald veteran, held their foot.

The old soldier, who later learned that his name was Danfu, mercilessly knocked over two soldiers who tried to turn and flee with a hammer, and then, with the support of several veterans, they forced the recruits to hold the line with muskets.

As a result, while the Agri recruits thought they might die in the first battle in the wilderness, far from home, the Genoese were suddenly in disarray.

In this chaotic battlefield, people often didn't know what was going on where they couldn't see, so for fear that it would be a trap, these Agri recruits just stood there and watched the Genoese retreat in a panic.

But Danfu discovered this strange change.

The Genoese behaved unexpectedly on the eve of victory, and Danfu immediately realized that something unexpected might have happened, even if he didn't know what was happening.

So Danfu made a bold decision to take the initiative to attack the Genoese with those recruits who were already on the verge of collapse.

Even Danfu himself knew how crazy it was, or rather stupid.

But he also knew that these Agris were actually on the verge of complete collapse, and in the next moment, the Genoese Rees might only need to reach out and give them a gentle push to completely crush their formation.

So when he took the first step, Danfu drew a cross on his chest, and he felt that he was not only brave but also pious.

The soldiers behind them were a little hesitant, but after a long period of training, they were used to following this "uncle" and moving forward.

Moreover, the Genoese did appear to be flustered, and when approaching, the Agri had determined that the Genoese were in fact panicked.

This panic did not come from the fear of the enemy, but from the near-desperate movement of the entire team.

The officers had difficulty understanding Calgino's orders, or when they finally understood what was happening, their panic was heightened by fear, and the panic of their soldiers almost turned into a rout.

Calgino was stationed on a slightly higher slope, and he saw that the advance of Montina's army on the opposite bank had raised their muskets on the shore, and as the smoke rose from the whole line, some of the Genoese soldiers closest to the shore had fallen to the ground.

A group of Genoese attempted to wade across the river, but a stream small but knee-fast stopped their progress.

The soldiers strode hard in the water, but many of them were not destined to cross the stream, which was not deep.

Another volley of bullets came head-on, and a soldier's neck was pierced in an instant, and he knelt down, most of his body soaked in the stream, and the blood on his neck kept flowing into the river, staining the stream red.

Then his body went limp, and he fell to the side, and the stream carried his lifeless body and floated downstream, accompanied by a large stream that had turned crimson.

Calgino looked blankly at what was happening on the river, and at the same time he looked in the direction of the Alexandrian front.

"There's no attack yet."

Calgino showed a smile that he didn't know whether to be happy or mocking, and his expression made the entourage next to him look at each other at this time, and some people even began to wonder if he was deranged.

"My lord, maybe we shouldn't retreat, maybe that ......"

"Maybe what?" Kargino glanced at the man who said this, "Maybe we won't be defeated at once, and maybe even crush Cambrai before we are completely flanked by the enemy?" ”

Cargino's rhetorical question made the man's face uneasy, and that was exactly what he wanted to say, and before he could speak, he even thought about what it might look like in the Parliament.

Looking at the twinkle in the eyes of his men, Cardino seemed to have seen through the man's thoughts, and he slowly turned his horse's head to look at Alexander's army, which had begun to move.

"Even if we win, how many casualties do you think we will suffer, and what do you think will be the consequences of such casualties?"

Seeing that the officers around him had different expressions when they heard his words, a sneer appeared on the corner of Calgino's mouth.

"Probably you think I'm saying that the council might reprimand me for the high number of casualties, but in fact these reprimands will be trivial as long as we can take Montina, and I mean, do you think the Venetians would let go of such a rare opportunity?"

The officers looked surprised, many of them had never thought about the Venetians, as soldiers, they only had the battlefield in front of them, but they had nothing to think about anything outside the battlefield.

"And do you think we can still win in such a situation?" Calgino laughed self-deprecatingly, "All we can do now is take as many troops out as we can, knowing that we may have to face the Venetians next." ”

The officers looked abrupt, and some of them even looked at Calgino with a little change in their eyes.

Cargino may have lost the battle, but in the eyes of some, he won again.

At least through this battle, the Genoese already knew that this young man of the Cargino family had transformed from a mere commander to a politician.

Cargino's response was swift, which even exceeded Alexander's expectations.

So when he learned from the reports he had heard that Ofleuil's reinforcements had arrived, and immediately ordered a counterattack, the entire right flank of the Genoese army was out of the battlefield.

Even a few troops had already built a weak, but unusually important front farther away.

More and more Genoese ran towards the line with the commander's banner raised, and although behind them were Monttina's army, which was beginning to chase after them, and from time to time Bohemian cavalry took advantage of the opportunity to bite like wolves watching their prey, the Genoese stubbornly ran towards the front that seemed to waver at any moment.

Such a retreat undoubtedly became the prey of the pursuers, and the Bohemians began their feast.

Whenever the terrible whistles sounded from far and near, the Genoese looked around in fear.

They didn't know from which direction those terrible hussars would suddenly rush at them, and whenever they did see them, what followed was the terrible light of the saber swing.

The wolf packs of Bohemians hunt for their prey on the battlefield, and it is like seeing a wonderful time open the door to a treasure trove.

Few targets could withstand their frenzied attacks, and the only thing the Genoese could do was form a formation and put up desperate resistance if they were targeted.

The result of this resistance is often that if they are left behind, they will no longer be able to escape the fate of annihilation, and the Bohemians will pass by these self-defending Genoese, but they will have to face the swarming Montina army behind them.

A large group of Genoese leaned close to each other in a large irregular phalanx, spearmen and crossbowmen huddled together in confusion, their weapons facing the enemy who surrounded them.

This force, numbering about 500 men, was the left flank of the Genoese army, which had almost penetrated into the Montina army, and knowing that there was no chance of retreating, they formed a formation on the river beach not far from the hill, ready to make a final resistance.

The sharp-edged spears, the ready-to-fire crossbow arrows, and the shields and swords clenched in their hands relieved the Genoese slightly, while in the middle of the formation, several officers gathered together were whispering.

"Perhaps we can negotiate with them, and don't forget that the Count is Miss Rowley's fiancé."

An officer had just made a proposal and it was immediately rejected.

"No, we don't know if Cardino will fight back, and if he wins and we surrender, that's too bad."

"Even if he wins, it will be a matter of later, and now that we are surrounded, we could be slaughtered at any moment."

"We're a lot of people, and we have weapons in our hands, so you don't think you've been stripped naked like a prostitute."

The sarcasm of the other party made the officer who proposed the negotiation angry, but he also knew that the other party had a point, the chaos made them have no idea what was going on on the other side of the battlefield, and if it was as the other side said, Cargino finally succeeded in counterattacking, then what awaited them was the fate of being held accountable after returning to Genoa.

"We still have enough troops, as long as we hold on, General Cardgino will come to our rescue!"

The officer who advocated resistance said excitedly, his voice gradually increased, and he waved his arm vigorously to accentuate his tone.

Then, his body was torn to shreds by a cannonball that happened to land next to him!

Along with him, all the officers of the remnants of the Genoese left-wing army were killed by the shells, and their bodies were instantly torn apart by the shells, and the blood splattered on the heads and faces of the soldiers around them as if it were spilled from the sky.

"I prefer to use the cannon first to give my opinion."

Standing next to the still smoking artillery, Gompati said to an officer who had just offered to negotiate similarly.

After losing almost all of their officers, the remaining Genoese left flank only hesitated and lowered the only remaining flag.

Unaware that his left flank had given up resistance, Calgino watched as the retreating army along the river, the Genoese, who had just established a line on a gentle slope a little farther away, quickly gathered all the crossbowmen they could find.

"Now I'm waiting."

Cardino muttered to himself, and although he ordered a retreat, he was much calmer than his men, who were panicked by the bad situation.

"My lord, I have brought a whole team of crossbowmen." An officer rushed forward, and not far behind him, a group of soldiers with heavy crossbows were nervously lined up.

"That's great." Calgino patted the officer on the shoulder hard, and he was very happy with the arrival of this crossbow team, especially at this time, which was definitely good news.

"Let's see how the Montina attack goes." Cardino gave his men an order, and then he quickly looked across the river.

Montina's army on the opposite bank did not seem to be in a hurry to cross the river, and Cargino knew that they were waiting for Alexander's troops to attack.

As long as they engaged Alexander head-on, their flanks would undoubtedly be completely exposed to the Montinas on the other side.

"Who is that man," Calgino said to himself, puzzled, for he was not very clear about the command of Montina's reinforcements, or had never paid much attention to it, but he now wondered who was the man in command of the army on the other side.

Kargino did not believe that this was a trap, he could not imagine that Alexander would have made such a careful plan, because there were so many changes in the whole battle that it was impossible for anyone to plan it all in advance.

The only explanation is that the commander of the castle of Montina took the initiative after guessing the change in the situation, and finally turned the battle into the current situation.

And this is exactly what Calgino has always been vaguely uneasy about, but he has not been able to grasp the clue for a while.

"Montina!"

A shout awakened Cargino, who looked into the distance and saw Montina's army, which was driving away the retreating Genoese and approaching their position.

"Your Excellency?"

The officer who had brought the crossbowmen looked at Kargino hesitantly.

"No, no, no," Calgino whispered, looking at the crossbowmen who were also hesitant, and then finally shook his head, "Retreat, there's no point in retreating." ”

The officer exhaled, he didn't know what to do if Cardino gave the order to shoot him, but in the end it didn't happen.

The Genoese had just formed a front and began to falter again, but this time their retreat slowed considerably, and more and more soldiers were gradually concentrated.

The sun was already overhead, and the fiery sunlight seemed to turn into a flaming arrow and shoot it on the earth.

Both the fugitives and the pursuers were out of breath.

The pace had slowed down, and even if it was very close ahead, many Montiners had become too lazy to take a few more steps to hunt down some lone enemy.

Sweat soaked all over my body, and even when I took a step, my feet were sticky.

A Montina soldier ran across the bank of the river and rushed into the creek, splashing cool water on his body, and when he finally stopped, he was stunned to see that just a few paces away, a Genoese was desperately lying on the bank and drinking the murky water.

"That's it," exhaled hard, Alexander, who was riding on the back of Pagassos, looked up at the glare of the sun overhead, and ordered the trumpeter who followed him, "to order the whole army to halt its advance." ”

One horn after another sounded into the distance, and the Montina soldiers who heard the trumpet gradually stopped.

As soon as they stopped, many people immediately sat down on the spot, and many more ran towards the bank of the stream.

There were even some Genoese who didn't have time to keep up with the group.

Alexander came to the bank of the stream, and through the tumultuous crowd, he saw Ofleuil, who was crossing the river with several officers.

Alexander jumped off his horse, and he waded through the soldiers who were shouting and cheering and splashing the stream into the sky.

Offrey also saw Alexander, and he immediately shook off the man behind him and walked quickly.

"Your Excellency." Almost in the middle of the river, standing knee-deep in water, Ofleiil walked up to Alexander.

"You're making me jealous of the marching captain."

Alexander's words surprised the officers who came up around him, and his next words surprised them even more.

"Because this victory is not mine, but yours."

With that, Alexander hugged Ofleiil tightly.