As the soldier shouted, Gompati felt his heart stop.Chinese

Watermark Advertising Test Watermark Advertising Test The Venetian being repulsed twice did not make Gompati feel that the enemy was easy to deal with, on the contrary, when he saw that after suffering a sudden artillery bombardment at close range, the Venetian could still retreat quickly when they paid huge casualties, Gompati's heart was more uneasy and vigilant.

He didn't know what would happen to the people around him if they were hit by such a terrible blow, but he believed that the whole team could collapse in an instant.

Defeat on the battlefield is often unbelievably easy, and sometimes even the commander may not understand what the problem is, and the army has already been defeated for some inconspicuous reason, and by the time it is discovered, this hidden danger hidden under a strong embankment may be remedied in time, but more often than not, it is too late to find out.

Therefore, he was afraid that the Venetians could not waver under such a heavy blow, but after all, the Venetians had retreated and were able to repel the enemy twice, and Gompati was confident that he could continue to resist the next attack.

But now there was a new army, which made Gompati's heart tense for a moment, and he looked up at the city wall blankly, and then as if remembering something, he shouted to the equally sluggish soldiers around him to hurry up and build the fortress in front of the city gate, which had been destroyed before, and rushed out of the city gate.

He wanted to see who it was. Or, isn't it time for Pisa to surrender at this time.

As he thought so, Gompati had already run over with the corpses strewn at his feet, and he stood in the crowd and looked out of the city, ignoring the soldiers who were not yet dead and groaning in pain.

Nomelo felt that his appetite was about to vomit out of what he had just eaten in the morning, he had never ridden a horse for such a long time, but the pain of the worn skin at this time could not keep up with the discomfort of his appetite like boiling a pot, and he had even retched more than once, but he knew that he must not vomit, because he had been told that once he vomited, he would become weak, and by that time he would not even be able to ride a horse.

The scouts sent out before kept running back and forth to report the situation ahead, although Nomelo was a secretary but not completely ignorant of military affairs, he knew that it was dangerous to approach a battlefield without knowing when it happened, and he had sent many scout outposts when he decided to march on Pisa, but when the farthest group of scouts returned to report that the Venetians seemed to be about to capture the gates of Pisa, Nomelo was a little anxious.

Noelo knew very well what a group of mad conquerors would do in the captured city, and although he had not seen it with his own eyes, he had seen too much of it, especially what his compatriots had done to the Moorish city during the Reconquista.

So he couldn't guarantee that the Venetians wouldn't do anything out of the ordinary after the capture of Pisa, and Lucrezia's safety was not guaranteed at all when the city was lost and in chaos.

"Speed up your march!" Nomelo anxiously commanded.

"My lord, there are many Venetians." One of his captains said with some concern.

"The Venetians had just had a fierce battle, and they wouldn't have thought that we would suddenly show up." Nomelo looked back at his men, he didn't expect to encounter any danger when he came out this time, let alone get involved in the war immediately, he was actually ordered by the Pope to go to Montina as a contact with Alexander

"Lucrezia must be rescued, or you should know the wrath of His Majesty the Pope." Nomelo's words silenced the captains, who understood what the Pope's private secretary meant, and if they couldn't find Lucrezia, they would end up miserable.

For a moment they felt that compared to the wrath of the Pope, the Venetians were not so terrible.

The Vatican troops immediately picked up speed, in fact, they were not far from the city of Pisa, and after not long on their way, they could already faintly hear the rumbling and strange and chaotic noise coming from the battlefield of Pisa.

Ahead was a low mountain, and Nomelo endured the exhaustion and discomfort of his appetite along the way, urging his sweaty mount to climb up the low mountain, and soon they had already discovered the traces of the Venetians' temporary stay here.

The noise that had been heard before was even louder, and it seemed to be mixed with shouts of terror and the sound of countless people running wildly and their footsteps hitting the ground.

Nomelo urged his men to climb over the hill again, and just then, the figure of one of his scouts appeared on the hill.

From afar, the scout's panicked look could be seen, and he kept waving at the Vaticans who were rushing up the mountain, and when he got closer, he immediately shouted, "My lord! Stop it! Stop it! Nomelo was stunned and took the horse, he was not a reckless man in the first place, and the scout's panicked appearance immediately aroused his vigilance.

"What happened? Did Venice break the city of Pisa? Nomelo asked with a gloomy expression, although a city should not be so easily breached, but considering that the two sides were tough Venetians and the other side was Pisa, he was ready to hear the worst.

"No, it's a Venetian!" The scout gasped in his chest, almost out of breath and yelled

"Venetians, they're coming in our direction!" Nomelo was stunned, he didn't understand what the scout was talking about, but before he could figure out what the scout meant, he heard the roar of the noise that had just been listening to and seemed to be getting closer and closer from the low hill.

Nomelo looked up and was stunned to see the Venetians flickering on the top of the hill and then rushing down like a flood of banks.

The captains around Nomelo almost did not wait for the Pope's secretary to give the order to meet the battle, and the Vatican army, which had not had time to spread along the road, could only raise their spears and shields in the face of the Venetians rushing down, but their eyes were desperate, because judging from the terrible posture of the Venetians, they might be torn apart by these enemies who were already so crazy that they didn't even care about the formation.

Nomero looked palely at the Venetian who was getting closer and closer, he felt that he was probably going to die here, he had never been on the battlefield, but this first time should also be the last time in his life.

The Venetians rushed down the hill! The Venetians have come before them! The Venetians have already raised their weapons against them, giving a reliable shout!

Then Venice ran past the Vatican troops. First at the front, they rushed past the Vatican procession that barely managed to collapse without even looking at the Vaticans, and then the Venetians rushed past the Vaticans without hesitation.

Many of them didn't even have time to glance at the Vaticans, they just ran forward desperately, past the front team of the Vaticans, the middle team, and then without hesitation ran past the back team that did not understand what was happening, and then ran further away.

The originally nervous and desperate Vaticans couldn't help but slowly put down their weapons, some of them stood up from the defense line that was hurriedly crouched down and hurriedly supported with spears, and looked at these with puzzled expressions, as if they did not want to surround them, nor did they seem to disdain them, on the contrary, some seemed to be desperately avoiding their Venetians, as the Venetian brigade rushed past them with a roar, the Vaticans couldn't help but look at each other in amazement.

Nomelo wondered what was going on, and when his eyes met the scout to ask, the scout raised his hand and pointed up the hill.

A snowy sword light rose on the hilltop line, and the light couldn't help but shine, it was the man with the knife waving incessantly, and then with the rapid and deafening roar of horses' hooves, a cavalry appeared at the top of the mountain.

The speed of the cavalry was very fast, and the first of them had even passed the Venetians who had fallen behind, but they did not stop but kept chasing forward, passing one enemy after another.

"That's ......" Nomelo looked at the cavalry that suddenly appeared, although he didn't know much about military affairs, but he knew that Pisa had no cavalry, and their best hope was to hold their city.

So where is this cavalry? And, looking at the familiar sabre-wielding posture of those cavalrymen, Nomelo couldn't help but feel that something seemed familiar.

Then he suddenly blurted out: "Bohème! ”.. The papal secretary's face changed instantly, he involuntarily raised his hand back, and when his men followed and surrounded him vigilantly, Nomelo slowly led his horse back to the middle of the group.

The Venetians were still on the run, and some of them changed course because they saw the Vatican troops from a distance, but most of them chose the nearest escape route, which was to risk rushing past the Vaticans who were also panicked and didn't know what to do.

The Bohemians at the front had already rushed through the long Vatican line, and some of them were curious about the strange army that had come out of nowhere, but no one provoked them, because the Venetians, apparently frightened by the presence of this army, fled much more slowly, which was more tempting for the bohemians who were bent on the spoils of war.

Nomelo didn't look at the bohemians again, he paid attention to their back. Then, he saw the last thing he wanted.

Behind them was a slower cavalry than the Bohemians, unlike any cavalry Nomelo had ever seen.

The vertical spine helmets they wore on their heads lacked the usual masks, and the armor looked more rounded and smooth than any other type of armor of the moment, like a shiny eggshell, and the only striking thing on the armor with no extra ornaments and patterns was the part of the breastplate that seemed to have been thickened, and on either side of the belt of the armor that seemed to protect the upper body as much as possible, several of which were attached together, seemingly bulky holsters.

Nomelo's eyes narrowed, he had seen such a costume, and he had seen a whole army dressed like this.

"The huntsmen of Cambrai." Nomelo let out a soft sigh. His gaze was on the top of the hill again, and by this time he had seen more and more figures flashing on the top of the hill again, and when there were many people, Nomelo could vaguely see the clothes of the army and their flags.

It's also a red cross with a white background, but the intersection cross facing the left side of the flag is off-center, making it easy to distinguish this flag from the red cross flag in Pisa.

Nomelo certainly knew this banner, it was the Guardian of St. Joe's Angel of Genoa, and Alexander VI had privately told him that he would rather be punished by God than see the man under this banner unlucky.

Nomelo knew that the Pope was talking about Giuliano della Roverre. Now that he's seen the flag in Pisa, Nomelo knows things could be going bad.

Maybe even worse than Lucrezia falling into the hands of the Venetians, at least if the Venetians knew her identity and wouldn't dare to hurt her.

But if Pisa falls into the hands of the Genoese, and before Venice and Milan are at war, perhaps the fragile alliance between the Vatican and the Genoese could fall apart at any moment.

Then, when he saw another strange triangular coat of arms and flags also appear on the top of the mountain, Nomelo couldn't help but whisper to himself: "Cambrai, what have you done...... Gompati was already in a trance when he saw the army that suddenly appeared on the road near the right flank of Venice.

Over the years, Gompati has been tired of constantly changing employers, and tired of not knowing who to die for tomorrow, he longs to stay in one place, even if he is still a mercenary, but as long as he has a stable income, he does not want to wander aimlessly anymore.

Such a wish seemed to have come true suddenly, but he had just become the captain of the city defense when the Venetians came, and what made him even more desperate was that, after repelling the two attacks of the Venetians, another army, which seemed to be no less numerous than the Venetians, and which was terrifying just by the sight of their cavalry rushing in front of him, suddenly entered the battlefield.

At this moment, Gompati was completely desperate, and he dragged his tired body from the pile of dead bodies to the side, and then sat on a stone and looked at the army indifferently.

The city of Pisa is no longer defended, and if he is lucky, he may be released after being locked up for a while, and then he will have to continue to live as a mercenary.

If he is unlucky, because he is one of the culprits in the overthrow of the republican government, as one of the leaders, he is likely to be guillotined.

Gompati groped around his waist and found the flask to take a sip, but it took a long time to find a hole in the flask, which looked like it had been pierced during the battle.

"You saved my life, but it's useless now." Gompati raised his hand to throw the empty flask away, but then his hand froze in the air.

He looked at the army that suddenly appeared in the distance, and saw that they did not attack the city of Pisa, which was now the emptiest and weakest, but rushed from the side towards the Venetians, who were constantly retreating and trying to redeploy because of the blow they had just received!

When the two armies are in the middle of a battle, and both sides have thrown all their forces into a bloody battle, any new army that suddenly appears on the battlefield is terrible!

Regardless of the side from which the army comes from, it often means ruin for the other.

And for the Venetians, this sudden appearance of the army was their nightmare. The Genoese, the natural enemy of the Venetians, when they saw their banner, even the winged lion on the Venetian banner shook in the wind, as if it were about to break free and pounce on its mortal enemy.

But the Venetians are tired and restless, and many have not yet come to their senses because of the terrible blow they have just suffered under the city gates.

This made them more fearful when they saw the Genoese than they were always hostile, knowing that their enemies would not be merciful to them either.

However, the Venetians soon discovered that the cavalry, who were either strangely dressed or had strange armor, were their more formidable enemies than the Genoese.

Before many Venetians could warn their companions when they were discovered, the Bohemians' shining scimitars had already slashed at the nearest Venetian.

The light cavalry nimbly charged to the Venetian flank, where the enemy was unexpected, and many of the Venetians were unsuspecting and hastily responded, while the sharp blades of the Bohemians flew away and the bloody breath that quickly swept away like a whirlwind.

A company on the right flank of the Venetians was quickly broken up by this sudden blow, and they didn't even have time to change formation, and the fate of this company was already sealed the moment the whole force began to disorganize from the right side.

The unformed retreat was not obvious at first, but changed when a cavalry with muskets joined in.

The unexpected attack of the cavalry and the unexpected continuous fire made the Venetians, who had only slowly retreated, quicken the pace of their feet, but also the rhythm of chaos.

More and more soldiers in the company panicked. They didn't know what to do, it was an unfair battle, one side had just fought hard and had not had time to rest, while the other side suddenly appeared, attacked violently, the Venetian company collapsed, they first moved closer to the central formation, but soon turned into running, and behind them, a new nightmare was approaching.

The Agri stood far away, having previously been an adversary who had been rushing at the opposite side, but this time they had to face an enemy fleeing with their backs to them.

Loading gunpowder, tamping the projectile, raising the musket, everything is done according to the steps that have been practiced too many times.

Then, with a command, the earth-shattering gunshot rang out on the battlefield! Go ahead, reload, tamp, shoot...... The Agri musketeers repeated these movements almost mechanically, seeing that there were still Venetians trying to charge them in the midst of the enemy's confusion, and then groups of Genoese were screaming feverishly and rushing towards their old enemies.

Gompati just stood outside the gates in a daze, watching the battle that seemed to be doomed from the start.

Then, suddenly, he saw Alexander. Unlike the surprise of the Pisa, Alexander only breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the scene in front of him.

Alexander sent out many people to find reinforcements, and now, the Bohemian light cavalry, the hunters, the Genoese and the Agri, Alexander has been waiting

"Reinforcements" have finally arrived. Cat flutter Chinese