Piazza Ravenia is one of the most famous places in Bologna, with its oldest fountain in the city and two towers that have maintained their highest height for centuries.

One of the large bronze bells on the tower on the right is still in the early years when the old city of Bologna was expanded, the locals used the remaining copper to cast, has a history of almost 500 years, whenever there is a variety of emergencies in the city, people will ring the big bronze bell on the tower, at this time the bell with great penetration will ring over the city, in order to warn the Bolognese.

But in August 1499, the bell was derelict in its duty, and not only did it not give any warning, but even when many of Bologna, who had been sleepy all night of revelry, did not leave their homes until noon, they saw from afar a strange-looking, or rather ugly-looking, flag fluttering from the towering tower.

Busako actually wanted to make a decent Montina flag, but in too much haste, he could only have people rush to make a large flag out of a few pieces of white cloth, as for the pattern on it, Busako described it to the tailors who found it several times, but it could only be so-so.

Either way, what the Bolognese saw when they opened their eyes was the ugly sight of the towers of Piazza Ravennia, but they were absolutely stunned.

Bologna has various inseparable links with the Vatican because of its special position, and it is precisely because of this that in the more than ten centuries after the establishment of the Vatican as the seat of the Holy See, the relationship between Bologna and the Vatican can definitely be said to be the most intimate and obedient among all the city-states in Italy. The flag of Bologna can be found anywhere along with the flag of the Holy See.

In Bologna, however, no flag can be found on the towers of Piazza Ravenia, except for the flag of the Holy See.

Because of this, many Bolognese only realized at this time that something was wrong, and people began to talk about it as they gathered in the city's corridors, which were the center of Bologna.

But to their surprise, they were blocked off the outside of the street, and I don't know when the street had been sealed tightly by the overturned carriages, and some strange soldiers they had never seen before were guarding the main roads leading to the town hall, and just when they were at a loss, a group of cavalry suddenly rushed past them with impunity, and people noticed that these cavalry were dressed similarly to those on the other side, To make matters worse, the first of them was holding the flag that enlarged the tower of Piazza Ravennia.

By this time, many people had already realized that something had happened, and as someone finally recognized the origin of the flag, the Bolognese were instantly in a panic.

Caesar's papal army had just left two days earlier, and some had not even forgotten that the Pope's son had taken advantage of the temporary recuperation of the army in Bologna to discuss doctrinal issues with two devout women.

As for what the Papal army was doing in Romagna, anyone with a little brain could think of it, but only two days after the Papal army left, the Montina suddenly appeared as if they had fallen from the sky, and they actually occupied Bologna, just think that many of Montina's army were said to be barbarians from the Balkans, and the Bolognese could not help but start worrying about their future.

And in the Bologna City Hall, it just so happened that a surrender drama was also being staged, but Busaco was obviously not as lucky as Caesar, and during the entire surrender ceremony, those Bologna city officials not only did not cooperate at all, but many also showed obvious disdain.

"General, can I understand that your identity is just an officer next to Count Montina?" A Bolognese official arrogantly asked, "Then you are not a nobleman, even if you are a red man on the Count's side, although you do occupy Bologna, but I must remind you that we will not sign any formal surrender agreement with you, unless the Count of Montina himself is present to sign the document and give us an order, otherwise we refuse to obey your orders, which is an insult to us." ”

Busako stared at the old man in front of him with a heavy face, speaking of which, he really couldn't help but want to teach this arrogant official in front of him a lesson, they actually snubbed him so much just because he was not a nobleman, even if he only needed an order to throw all these people into prison.

"So you refused to surrender?" Busako asked with a bit of a bad heart, he had already thought about even if he would be punished afterwards, but as long as the official on the other side said "no", he would have an excuse to take harsh measures against these people.

"No," said the officer, who did not live up to Busache's high esteem, but before Busako could take the opportunity to give the order, the man continued, "we just can't surrender to you, and if you want to get a formal surrender agreement, I suggest that you get the Count himself, or someone else who can represent him in his capacity or position, to sign it as soon as possible, otherwise we refuse to sign it, because it ......"

"I know, it's an insult to you." Busako reluctantly interrupted the other party, he really hated the difference between the status of nobles and commoners at this time, and he had never longed for a noble status as much as he did now, otherwise even your captives would look down on you.

"But I want your officials to be nobles, so there should be no reason for them to refuse to cooperate with us, or I will let them know that as occupiers, we are no more merciful than others." Busako stared at the official's face, looking at the expressionless appearance of the other party, feeling a little relieved, it was the first time he had entered a city as a conqueror, but it didn't seem so good.

Busaco's threatening tone clearly had some effect, and when he asked the Bologna officials to show him the way to inspect the supplies that Caesar had stored here not long ago, one of the officials was forced to hand over a bunch of keys, despite obvious reluctance.

"Those things are in the warehouses outside the city," said the official in a stiff tone, "but I can only give you the key and tell you where the place is, and I have no right to open them," and then he mustered up the courage to add, "You have no right to possess those goods unless you have permission from the Duke of Valentino, or with the official authorization of the Count of Montina." ”

"Don't worry, I'll get authorization from Lord Earl, I'm just carrying out his orders in advance." Busako shook the set of keys in his hand, although these Bolognese were a little stubborn, but their character did not make him too annoying, and the news brought back by the cavalry sent out made Busako somewhat relieved.

It is evident that the Bolognese insisted and stubbornly followed only the traditional privileges of the nobility, and as for the rebellion against the occupiers, they did not seem to be so enthusiastic, except for some churches and monasteries whose doors were closed and their soldiers were denied entry, and the people of the whole city accepted with surprising calm that they had been occupied.

Caesar's supplies in Bologna were mainly food and some medicines, but not many weapons, and according to the confessions of those who stayed behind in the warehouse, more would be shipped to Bologna and then to Ferrara.

It is clear that Caesar was ready to supply Ferrara, who had been isolated for a long time.

It is also easy to think that once Ferrara is occupied by Caesar, it will definitely become a thorn in the side of Montina and Venice, and at that time all supplies in Ferrara may be cut off, and at such a time to support the normal life of the city, it is necessary to prepare in advance.

It can be seen that Caesar was planning to hold on to Ferrara for a long time from the beginning.

Looking at the supplies, Busako ignored the strong objections of the local officials, and unceremoniously announced that they belonged to the Montina army, and then he led a small group of Balkans to the more important target - the University of Bologna.

In 1088, when the whole of Europe was still completely permeated with the darkness and ignorance of the Middle Ages, and when Urban II was still actively preparing for an opportunity to put his long-simmering crusade ambitions into practice, a then unknown institution of higher learning was born in Bologna, not far from the Vatican.

No one would have imagined that from the era when the princes were divided and wars were everywhere, the oldest university in Europe staggered.

Hundreds of years have passed, countless monarchs have come and gone, countless famous generals have been reduced to dry bones, castles have been reduced to ruins, and crowns have fallen to dust, but the University of Bologna has not only miraculously escaped disaster after disaster, on the contrary, it has grown stronger with the evolution of the times.

Busacco had heard of the history of the University of Bologna for a long time, but it was all anecdotes that Alexander told them in his spare time, and those stories were too far away for Busaco, at least not before he could have imagined that one day he would walk through the doors of what claims to be the first university in Europe.

After all, everyone in this was terrifying, and when Busako walked down the school path, he even had the illusion that he was alone in the enemy camp.

"Stop!"

A man appeared across from them, wearing a slightly fat brown robe, which looked similar to the facades of the houses near the university, he was obviously unarmed, but he did not show the slightest cowardice in the face of several tall, heavily armed soldiers.

"Since 1185, when Emperor Frederick declared that the University of Bologna was free from any influence, the university has not been threatened by any armed men." The man's gaze swept over the saber at Busako's waist and the Balkans behind him, and finally rested on Busako's face, "We have heard of your arrival, and we are not interested in who occupies Bologna now, but you have no right to disturb the peace of this holy place of study." ”

Busako opened his mouth slightly, he felt that he was really too wronged as an occupier, it seemed that everyone in the city could scold him, which made him even wonder if he had a face that looked like a bully, otherwise why wouldn't everyone take him as a conqueror.

"I beg your pardon......," Busako said helplessly.

But the other party immediately interrupted him: "It's a teacher." ”

"What?"

"I mean, I'm a teacher, not an aristocrat."

Looking at the man's serious expression, Busako could only bow slightly, he regretted that the earl's description of this university was so clear at this time, otherwise he might still have the courage to teach the other party a lesson, but now he didn't dare to do so, especially when he thought that if the count knew that he dared to use force on the campus of the University of Bologna, maybe being driven back to Agri to guard the gate for the rest of his life would be his final end.

"I would like to ask where the master Ficher from France is." Busako asked patiently.

"You mean Master Ficher?" The teacher glanced at Busako with a slightly wary look, then shook his head slightly, "I don't know what you're looking for that master, but you need to know that he's our guest, so I'd advise you not to do anything unreasonable to him." ”

"Rest assured, I just want to visit the master." Busacco smiled, and although he didn't dare to do anything to the Ficher master at the university, as the man said, as long as the Frenchman didn't leave Bologna, he wouldn't let Fischer jump away.

"If so, I suggest you let your soldiers get out of here first, they make my students a little uneasy," the teacher said stubbornly, but then he pointed to a house not far away, "Master Fichet is there, and he now lives in Teacher Brigitte's house." ”

Busako smiled with satisfaction, and then asked with a slight surprise: "Brigit?" ”

"Yes, Dear Master Brigitte, our most knowledgeable master of law here, Master Ficher has come to exchange knowledge with him." The teacher looked proud.

"I beg your pardon, I want to ask, this Master Brigitte, does he have a daughter?" Busako asked cautiously, and when he said that he had come from the university that seemed to be extremely imposing from the moment he walked in, he felt that his courage had become much smaller.

Hearing his inquiry, the teacher showed a hint of vigilance, first taking a closer look at Busako's face, and then suddenly saying in a slightly sympathetic tone: "Although I don't know what you think, I advise you to give up." ”

"What?" Busako looked at each other inexplicably.

"I mean Gina," the teacher said in a rare kind tone, "Gina won't take a fancy to you, in fact, if you have inquired, you should know that she has publicly announced that she will not choose a man who is not as knowledgeable as her as her husband, but this is not the most important thing, the real trouble is that Mr. Brigitte supports her to do this, so if you want to pursue Gina, you must at least win the scholarship championship of the year." ”

Listening to the teacher's words, Busako's face showed a strange expression.

It wasn't long ago that he had been underestimated by the Bolognese officials, and now he was despised for his lack of learning, and when he thought of the look of disregard on the face of the schoolgirl named Gina Brigitte when his name was spoken, Busaco began to feel that the people of the city seemed to have a deep malice towards him.

Pebonne Brigitte's home was a small building with a large balcony, and when Busako reached the door, he could clearly sense the atmosphere in which the people in the house seemed to be nervous when they found out about his arrival.

The flickering figure that could be seen through the glass of the window next to him confirmed his suspicion, and just as he signaled the soldiers behind him to get ready, the door opened, and the young woman he had met appeared in the doorway.

"Hello Miss Gina, I have come to ask to see your father, Master Brigitte." Busako bowed.

"Or maybe you're here to find Master Ficher, right?" The young woman did not get out of the way, but looked at the Balkan man behind Busako, "I know I did something wrong, and this is a lesson for me." ”

"You don't have to be too upset, even a learned person like you may not be stupid." Busako didn't know how to say this, and then he suddenly felt that the "grievances" he had received before had been diluted a lot.

However, Gina Brigitte did not rage as Busako had guessed, she just looked at him with a calm face, and then flashed out of the way.

"Master Ficher is waiting for you, General."

Busako walked into the room a little bored, he wasn't worried that the Frenchmen in the house would attack him, unless they were really stupid to the extreme, and acting rashly would only cause trouble for themselves.

In the living room, Busacco saw Ficher.

The future rector of the University of Paris and the brainchild of Louis XII seemed calm and composed, and Busaco even thought the master was a little too casual compared to the slightly nervous students next to him.

The other person sitting next to Fischer simply looked at Busako with a slightly interested gaze.

"Our hero, the deliverer of Christency, is coming." Fischer stood up, smiling at Busako as he walked into the living room, then turned back to his students and said, "You should know this man, who wounded the Ottoman Sultan with artillery." ”

There was surprise in the eyes of several Frenchmen, who had already heard the man's name, but who were both curious and nervous to meet in such a situation.

"Dear master, I am more interested in what name he occupies Bologna," the old man next to him said, watching Gina Brigitte come over to accompany him, Busaco was already sure that this was the Master Brigitte, and sure enough, this master then gave Busaco a difficult problem" According to the treaty that has been signed, Bologna, as a territory directly under the Vatican, recognizes the Pope as the supreme and sole monarch of Bologna, and any invasion of Bologna will be regarded as a direct challenge to the Vatican, General: I don't know if you took the city on the orders of the Count of Montina or on your own initiative, but it doesn't matter anymore, your actions have caused trouble for your monarch and yourself. ”

Busaco looked at the two masters opposite, and by this time he had already determined one thing, he and this city called Bologna were really in conflict.

In a town not far from Ferrara, when the messenger had finally figured out what had happened, after listening to the messenger's incoherent report, Gompati was stunned for a moment.

As Master Brigitte said, it doesn't matter for what reason or in whose name Bologna he is occupying Bologna, what matters is that he is occupying the Vatican's possessions!

"What have you done, Busaco," Gompati shook his head, but after a moment he suddenly smiled again, and then Gompati ordered in a loud voice, "Retreat, retreat to the south bank of the Reno River." ”

Then he waved his hand to his entourage: "It seems that I will have to disappear for a while, and from now on I will not see anyone from Ferrara." ”

With that, Gompati grabbed his hat and buckled it to his head, and whispered as he walked towards the stables: "God forbid, I hope the Countess will not be mad at this." ”