The first enemy who noticed the anomaly behind him did not alert the other partners in time, and when the companions in front of him crowded towards the low wall that had been broken through a gap, the man stopped and turned to look behind him in confusion, his face was puzzled, if he hadn't instinctively looked back at the sound of cannonballs, he would not have noticed anything strange.

This man had seen the power of artillery before, and even almost died, so when he heard the sound of cannonballs, he involuntarily bent down and turned back at the same time, but except for a cloud of smoke faintly rising from the edge of the woods, he did not see the flying cannonballs, on the contrary, the edge of the other side of the woods suddenly exploded a piece of snow, and even faintly shook the figure of a falling.

Did you miss the shot, and you also blew up your own people? The man hesitated to stop and look, but then he realized something was wrong!

Several figures on horseback were rushing along the edge of the woods towards where the artillery was placed, while more figures appeared behind them in circles.

The speed of those cavalry, and the sabers they faintly wielded in their hands, this was by no means the cavalry they were familiar with!

The man finally understood what he was seeing, and he immediately shouted warning to his companions in front of him, but his voice was completely muffled by the sound of fighting in front of him, and when one of the horsemen finally noticed something strange and roared to attract the attention of his companions, the saber swung by the Bohemian had already descended from their heads!

The Bohemians will never get entangled with their enemies, they will use their skillful skills to control the direction of their horses, they will make their enemies dizzy with their dancing and nimble turning, and they will use the light slash of the saber to slash away immediately after giving the enemy a terrible blow.

Therefore, when he saw that a few of the enemies who had already rushed through the low wall and broke into the camp suddenly found that they had become isolated and panicked because of the chaos behind him, Alexander raised the musket that had just changed hands and fired at the nearest enemy, and immediately threw away the musket and raised his sword at the same time.

"Impact, chase them away!" Alexander shouted to the nearest few Agri, he knew that these recruits would be terrified by the sudden attack, and they would be shaken by the cruelty of the battle, but they had an advantage that those mercenaries could not match, that is, when they gathered, because of the almost mechanical response to the order that had been formed by the continuous training before, even if they would collapse immediately because of the heavy losses of the order, they would still strictly follow the order at the beginning of the order.

It is this bravery, impulsiveness and obedience to orders that cannot be compared to the slick mercenaries.

The Agri did not disappoint Alexander, and although they immediately hesitated at the spear from which they were stabbed, the brief stalemate was enough for Alexander to see what was going on behind the enemy.

The Bohemians kept swaying back and forth and hurried past the enemy, each of their attacks obviously caused damage to the enemy, and the enemy cavalry who not only assisted, but even tried to take advantage of the melee to use the speed of the war horses to rush directly into the camp were completely bothered to attack the camp again, but chased back with the Bohemians and started a fight, but the Bohemians obviously did not want to entangle with their opponents, they always retreated with one blow, and even immediately ran into the woods, but as long as those enemy cavalry slowed down slightly, they would quickly turn around and follow the woods or the banks of the river, again attacking the infantry who did not know whether to continue attacking the camp or turn back against the Bohemian cavalry.

"I should be thankful to Nashan." Alexander expressed his heartfelt gratitude to the old man, and when he saw the swaying figures at the edge of the woods in the distance, he breathed a sigh of relief before realizing that his whole body was cold, and his fear of artillery turned into a cold sweat that soaked through his underwear at this moment.

I don't know who was the first to flee, but one of the enemies first shouted in an incomprehensible language, and immediately more and more people began to shout, and these enemies, who had seemed to be panicked and dazed, ran in all directions as if they had suddenly received orders, some of them ran along the edge of the camp and along the riverside, and some of them simply fled directly into the woods while the cavalry was entangled with the Bohemians,

"Hurry them all to the woods!"

Alexander took the lead over the low wall, he knew that the enemy was trying to escape, but this was also what he needed, he didn't want to fight an enemy here for no reason, not to mention that this group of enemies actually brought a cannon.

Now he only needs to drive the enemy away, and he believes that for those who are being hunted, the dark woods are certainly their hiding place to hide from the pursuer, but because of this, the instinct to survive will make them completely give up the fight and only want to hide in and escape as soon as possible.

The wide, unsheltered banks of the river did help the enemies, and despite the Bohemians' pursuit, most of them took the opportunity to flee into the woodlands.

And as soon as they burrowed into the woods, they disappeared into the darkness without a trace.

"My lord, don't chase it!" A Bohemian cavalry ran all the way up to Alexander, letting a circle around the horses in front of him, "and they went into the woods." ”

"Hah, did you flee into the woods?" Alexander finally stopped, his chest couldn't stop breathing, on this cold winter night, he felt hot and thirsty, he turned his head to look behind him, only then did he find that after a short battle, the snow on the bank of the river was already scarlet, and there were many figures on the ground who were still moaning in pain, and some of them were motionless, apparently out of breath,

"It was an unexpected battle." Alexander sat down slowly on the ground with a gasp, he knew that the battle was not only short from beginning to end, but even a farce that ended in a hurry before it had fully begun, but somehow his heart was beating so hard that he even remembered that it was more frightening than the battle with the French in the Bruiny Valley.

Then he immediately thought of what made him feel daunted.

"Where is that artillery, take me to see the artillery!" Alexander sprang to his feet, and despite the pain in his hands and feet, he ran deep and shallow under the leadership of a cavalryman to a slightly raised mound at the edge of the woods.

When he saw the gun, which was much smaller than he had imagined, Alexander was slightly stunned for a moment, and then nodded in understanding.

"Is this the thing?" Alexander reached out and stroked the cannon body, which was not completely cold, and when his hand felt the thick texture of the running body, he turned his head to look in the direction of the upper reaches of Lake Braccano, and then slightly recalled the road that passed by the lake on the map earlier, Alexander's face slowly became gloomy.

Alexander didn't know the name of the cannon that looked much smaller, and he didn't know that the Eagle cannon could shoot less than 2 pounds of projectiles, but when he thought of the road on the edge of Lake Bracciano with a steep slope on one side of the lake, he knew that even with such a seemingly insignificant artillery, if an ambush was set up in that terrain, it would be enough to cause great damage to his team.

If it were possible, maybe this cannon would have killed him directly!

"My lord, there are a few alive," said a musketeer, his eyes shining with excitement, for to these Agri, who had just tasted the fruits of blood and victory, each victory still made them feel joyful and excited, which just showed that they were not mature enough, and perhaps when one day they completely looked down on this kind of killing, they would also become so-called veterans.

"Ask who they are." Alexander ordered, of course he knew that this was not something that could be known by asking a few words, and that even the Agri would not be merciful to the captives, and sure enough, a scream of pain was soon heard, and then a man trembling and frightened was dragged in front of Alexander by several soldiers.

"I'm just a soldier, I'm just like everyone else," the man's fat-looking face was stained with blackened and hard blood, and when he saw Alexander, he suddenly shuddered and had a strange look in his eyes, "I don't know anything, we all follow the orders of our leader, this is the job that the captain has given us." ”

"A job for you?" Alexander walked up to the mercenary, who had obviously suffered a lot before, and looked at his tattered clothes and legs that had been broken in half and dangling leggings, but he was a little convinced that these people had only been summoned temporarily, "Tell me where your captain is?" ”

"I don't know, maybe we're dead or maybe we've escaped," said the captive nervously, "and we were in a nearby town the other day, and we were following Gonzalo to fight the French." ”

Alexander frowned and asked, "You mean you're a coalition?" ”

"No, ah, yes," said the captive incoherently, "we are just a bunch of people who take money to fight, and Gonzalo has gathered us to attack the French and their supply teams along the way, and now that the French have let Gonzalo run away, we are now idle and waiting for other work." ”

"And then your captain told you that there was a deal to attack my team?" Alexander's eyes became stern, "Then tell me what this cannon is about, I don't believe that a group of mercenaries who make a living by robbing would deliberately carry a cannon." ”

The Bohemian behind him placed the saber on the captive's neck, and the cold blade stimulated the captive's spirit, and the blade immediately cut through his skin, and blood flowed down his neck to his shoulder.

"Don't kill me!" The captive cried out in horror, "I really don't know anything, maybe even my captain doesn't know who that man is, he brought the artillery, no, he actually arranged it by the lake, but you didn't come, and later I learned that you went in the wrong direction, so we followed the downstream of the lake to shine over, and this artillery was also the man insisted on bringing it." ”

"Who's that guy you're talking about?" Alexander dragged the captives over to the corpses that had been piled up in a row next to the artillery, "Find out what you said about this person." ”

The captive shuddered and flipped the corpses, and when he turned over a cloaked corpse, he shuddered, then straightened up, licked his lips and pointed, "That's him, my captain, and the rest of the people who are in charge listen to him." ”

Alexander walked over and looked, this was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, perhaps because of the rapid clotting of blood after death in winter, his face looked dark and gray, from his face Alexander vaguely noticed that this man seemed to have a face that did not match most Europeans.

Or rather, it's a face with a slight hint of mixed blood.

"What's his name?"

"I don't know, my lord, we don't know him, maybe even my captain, he arranged all this." The captives were kept as clear as possible.

Alexander slowly turned to look at the captive's embarrassed face, then shook his head and said, "You didn't tell the truth, you said that only this man knows everything, but you said that you knew me like that when you saw me just now." ”

Alexander's words sent panic on the captive's face, and he took a step back, only to be immediately caught again by the Bohelite's sabre.

Alexander took the gun from the musketeer next to him, aimed it at the captive's chest, and then slowly pressed it down against his stomach.

"It's not going to kill you," Alexander said, "it's just going to break your belly, and then we'll just leave you alone, and you'll soon be in a coma from blood loss, and on such a cold day your wound will soon be frostbitten and fester, and your intestines will be squeezed out of the wound and frozen into strips, and maybe it will be torn off if you don't pay attention to it, even if you can bandage it yourself in time, maybe you can live a few more days, but the longer you live, the more pain you will have, believe me, this pain will eventually make you choose to die and go to hell to commit suicide, I won't want to endure it any longer. ”

The captive's face became terrifying, although he had tortured people in the past, but he never thought that a person could have a nervous breakdown with just a few words, his lips trembled, and he finally reached out to the body of the man in the cloak on the ground.

"It's him, he has a portrait of you on him, he made all of us look at it carefully, and said that if we can find you, there will be a big bounty for killing or capturing you alive."

Alexander was a little surprised, believing that the Bohemians must have looted the corpses before, so he looked at the captives with some suspicion, and then motioned to the nearby Bohemians to search the person again.

Soon, a folded piece of paper was found in a small pocket of the man's coat.

Looking at the portrait above, Alexander couldn't help but lose his mind.

This is indeed his portrait, and it can be seen that although the painter is mediocre, he is better than vivid, and looking at himself in the portrait, Alexander cannot but admit that this painting is indeed very similar.

But what surprised him was not how there was a portrait of himself on this person, but the self on this painting that caught his attention.

The painting depicts Alexander, dressed in the same monastic robes he wore in the monastery of St. Sebalon.