In the middle of nowhere, the occasional wolf howl could be heard on the plains in the distance, and even closer there were bursts of birdsong and cicadas.

The creek the scouts were talking about wasn't too far from the hill, so if you listened closely, you could faintly hear the sound of running water.

Although it is called a creek, the river is not narrow, and because of the strong current, it is necessary to cross the river.

The night light casts on the rugged river, and you can see a ribbon of sparkling stars stretching ruggedly across the land.

There were also many mosquitoes at night, and even when Alexander sat on a stone and looked at the moonlight overhead, he could see clusters of black shadows fluttering around, and at the same time, he could see Gompati not far away waving his arms and rushing around.

"Sir, can't you sleep?" Gompati came over and was not surprised to see Alexander, in fact many people in the entire camp could not sleep.

Unlike the previous battles at Orar or Mount Chimone, tomorrow's battle will be a real field battle.

Because of the haste, although they had made as many preparations as possible, there were still not many fortifications to rely on, and there were no house courtyards and favorable terrain to rely on for them to use.

Even this hill is only slightly higher than the nearby depression, and it can be said that this will be a battlefield that will completely test the strength of Montina's army.

Thinking that this is the case, tension is inevitable.

Alexander doesn't think there's anything wrong with tension and fear, or that when a person's fear reaches a certain level, it either breaks down completely, or it brings out a force that wasn't there before.

This possibility has proven to be perfectly achievable many times in the past, and the purpose of a well-trained army is to steer that fear in a favorable direction.

Alexander always felt that the battle at the Chimone Mountains was more meaningful than at Oral, because in that unfavorable situation, although his frontal attacking army had been crushed at the foot of the hill and could not move forward, they were never defeated, which was more valuable to Alexander than to rely on the terrain of the town in Orar to teach the Milanese cavalry a hard lesson.

Now it's another test, and the enemies he's facing are interesting.

The Genoese army consisted mainly of infantry, and they had a rather rigorous formation, and they boasted crossbowmen, although they were different from the English longbowmen, but with more skilled mechanical skills than the English, their crossbows were more formidable than the longbows in terms of distance.

They also have a rather tenacious sword and shield guard, which ensures that they are also very effective in close combat.

"The Genoese are not easy to deal with," Gompati said, looking at the river in the distance, "I really wouldn't want to meet them here if I could." ”

"Since we are not the ones who decide the situation, we are not qualified to decide who we are enemies with, but we are qualified to choose the battlefield which is advantageous to us," Alexander said to Gompati, "and now it may not be in our favor, but it is also difficult for our enemies, and in this case we have nothing to complain about." ”

"Yes," Gompati scratched his head, then looked back at Alexander, "My lord, what are you going to do after this battle, I heard that you have decided to set up a school, right?" ”

"Yes, a school for training officers," Alexander nodded, "we need professional officers, and you also need professional artillery, don't you?" ”

"That's right, my lord, we need that kind of talent," Gompati nodded, and then he hurried away as if he remembered something, and after a while he walked back with two bulging-looking things, "Look at this lord, this thing is not complicated but it is very useful." ”

Alexander took a closer look at one of the balls in his hand.

The ball was heavy, and although it wasn't a real iron ball, it was still falling, and feeling the uneven bulge on the surface of the ball, Alexander looked at it carefully in the moonlight.

"Is this a shotgun?" He suddenly understood what this thing was for, and then looked at Gompati with interest, "How did you make this thing?" ”

"It's not me, it's actually made by that little Pomperney." Speaking of this, Gompati winked mischievously.

"Ashley's father, Craftsman Pomperney?" Alexander was a little surprised, he knew that the craftsman was now helping him build the castle in Montina, and his daughter was helping him train the army, and the Pompennies were a powerful figure in his small court.

"Yes, my lord, I just offered to let him help me make some stone bullets for training, but I didn't expect him to make this kind of thing, and he also said that he went to Milan a few years ago and saw someone make this kind of thing."

"Milan?" Alexander's eyes froze slightly, he remembered that there seemed to be someone in Milan now, if Pomperny saw something made by that person, Alexander would never ignore it easily, he picked up the heavy cannonball again and looked at it carefully, and then he was slightly surprised to see that it seemed that the bulge on the surface of the cannonball was not a random point, but seemed to be tilted to one side in a certain direction.

And he also vaguely felt that there were several shallow grooves on the surface of the shell that seemed to be sunken.

"Pomperney says these cannonballs are not for siege," Gompati said, with a mocking smile, "Of course anyone would be stupid to storm a city with such a small cannonball, but he said it was for ......"

"Infantry." Alexander whispered, his eyes already on the plain between the foot of the mountain and the river.

"That's right, that's what Pomperney said," Gompati was a little surprised, but then he forgot about it and said excitedly, "He said it would work well for infantry when he gave me this, but I haven't really tried it so far." ”

"Then you can use it tomorrow to try," Alexander's expression was calm, although he could already sense from the appearance of the cannonballs that contained the terrible killings that could be brought about by the bloody construction, but he didn't think it was cruel to use such a thing, "Remember, tomorrow I will have the Bohemians attack with all their might, and all you have to do is concentrate all the artillery to bombard the Genoese formation." ”

Speaking of this, he glanced at the cannonball in his hand.

"How many more of this stuff do you have?"

"Not much, Pompeni said that it would take time and effort to make this thing, so I only brought two boxes, originally I was going to take advantage of this time to experiment outside of Pisa, but who knew that Tomneo was frightened when he fired the first shot."

Alexandria smiled silently at Gompati's complaints.

Whether Tomneo is really frightened, and whether those who betrayed Tomneo are really willing to throw themselves at him, depends on the outcome of the next battle.

If the previous battles and the subsequent arrival in Montina had only given him a foothold in Romagna, the next battle was the key to his qualification for power in Tuscany and Romagna.

"Tomorrow," Alexander stood up and stretched, then turned his head to look at Gompati with shining eyes, "don't be stingy when you hear my order, as long as you don't blow up all the shells." Believe me, if we lose this time, maybe we will lose a lot, but if we win, we will gain a lot more than you think. ”

Gompati nodded slightly, he understood what Alexander meant, and looked into the bushes not far away where all the artillery was hidden, Gompati couldn't help but lick his lips.

The original nervous mood suddenly faded, and at this moment he was even a little looking forward to the dawn soon.

The Montina suddenly halted their advance a few fats away, and when they heard the news, Cardino, who had decided to rest in place, was slightly stunned for a moment, and then he exhaled slowly.

Originally, he didn't underestimate his opponent, but now Calgino was a little annoyed and felt that this Gombray was a little entangled.

He knew that the other party was procrastinating just like him, but he didn't expect that Gombray would still be delusional about confronting him.

But after thinking about it carefully, Cargino had to admit that if he continued to delay, it would only end up in Alexander's favor.

Cargino didn't know if Montina's defenders would take the opportunity to attack him in the back, forcing him to focus part of his attention on his safety behind his back.

It also made him realize that Alexander had clearly thought about the not very good situation he was facing.

"The mountain is not me, I will go to the mountain."

Cardino muttered to himself, and then ordered: "Order to go down, and prepare for the march early tomorrow morning." ”

Early in the morning of July 12, 1498.

The long days of summer start early.

Maybe it was excitement, more nervousness, and even without blowing the horn, the whole camp was already full of people and lively.

Some of the veterans wandered around the crowd, occasionally scolding at some of the recruits who were older than them, or deliberately telling a vulgar joke to make the people laugh.

And the senior officers behaved seriously.

Their rare drapes of full-body draping, their shining cuirass shining in the rising morning light, and the short waist-length cloaks that were fastened to the shoulders of their armor fluttered in the wind, a garment that was more ornamented than they were used, but which the Montina soldiers longed for and longed for a glory.

Because there is more to it than just status.

A group of cavalrymen dressed in dark red tunics and cuirass appeared, and the soldiers immediately became quiet.

They were waiting, and sure enough, they quickly saw the man they were looking for in the cavalry.

Alexander wore no armor on the outside, and he always felt that the full-body armor was like a moving coffin on the outside of his body, which was really useless except to increase the danger of escaping.

Alexander had always wondered how Sophia could be so obsessed with that kind of armor that she didn't even forget to take her trumpet full body armor with her when she ran away.

Later, I thought about it, probably because I saw the armor that was purely used for decoration, that I was so stubborn.

As the scale of the battle grew, Alexander no longer needed to be at the front of the battlefield as before, and when he had to draw his sword and fight if he did, the armor seemed to be of little use.

A shout was heard from Alexander's soldiers, mainly Agri.

The natural affinity with the lord made the Agri more inclined to follow orders, and these soldiers formed the core of Alexander's army, and he envisioned them to be an indispensable part of his future army.

The hunters made their way west along the slope of the hill, and watching the procession slowly advance along the way, Alexander took a deep breath of the cool morning air.

The scouts kept running back and forth, and one by one the news reached Alexander.

The Genoese army has already begun to assemble.

The Genoese were entering the depression from the other end.

The Genoese army had reached a distance of one fat.

Sensing that the ranks were a little noisy and uneasy, the officers immediately shouted loudly and suppressed them.

Gradually, the slightly restless whispers subsided, and the soldiers' eyes were fixed on a moving black dot that had loomed in the distance.

Alexander leaned slightly on his horse and looked across the river, and through the towering reeds, he could see countless figures slowly moving forward through the dense jungle.

Alexander sat down and looked at both sides of the group.

According to the plan, the main force of the Agri was placed on the right flank of the entire front, closer to the hill, and Alexander knew that once the battle began, this would be the place where the two sides would fight fiercely.

A small group of horsemen rushed by, watching the bohemians whistle at him, and Alexander raised his hand in a slight greeting.

Although small, the Bohemian cavalry was running rapidly in the middle of the line, and their whistles eased the tension, and when the Bohemians finally began to gather and concentrate on the left flank of the entire front, the Agri also heard the trumpets from the opposite side.

The Genoese procession moved forward slowly but rigorously, and Cargino was a little apprehensive as it passed through the large thicket.

Fearing a surprise attack, he thought that the enemy might set the bush on fire, so he sent several teams of scouts to scout his way in front of the whole army.

To Cargino's surprise, Alexander had no intention of burning the bushes, so when he finally came out of the grass full of mosquitoes, almost a man tall, and looked at the soldiers who were like him, whose faces were swollen with mosquito bites, Cargino suddenly turned back to his entourage and said, "Order, be polite to him when you have captured that Gombray, at least this man is a real knight." ”

The retinue, who was scratching the red and swollen neck on his neck, immediately obeyed the order and left, while Cardino endured the itch on his body and slowly walked forward.

In front of him there was a small river that was not wide, the water was so clear that the slope of the river was barely visible from the riverbed on both sides, and Calgino estimated that the river should not be deep.

The report that the scout brought back confirmed his suspicion, the creek should be more accurate than a stream, and looking at the thigh-soaked branches in the scout's hand, Calgino smiled as he looked at the Montina army that could already be seen on the other side.

"They're waiting for us to pass, or want to let us pass." Calgino looked closely at the enemy on the opposite side, and he noticed the right flank of Montina's army, which seemed to be deliberately tilted back, and he couldn't help but pay attention to the hill, which was not high, but could not help but stand out in such an empty and low plain.

"Gombray seems to have done something on that mountain." Calgino pointed with his horsewhip, his memory of Alexander's actions at Mount Chimone was still fresh, which led him to believe that there should be an army in ambush there.

"My lord, it seems that there are those Agri," said a Genoese officer, who jumped on his horse to see more clearly, stood up straight and looked closely, and then he jumped down and nodded affirmatively, "Yes, I have seen those southerners, and their uniforms are somewhat peculiar. ”

"The Agri of the Cambrai Domain?" Cardino looked at him with his customary lean, and then he couldn't help but look at the hill, and at the same time muttered to himself, "So, he put his main force on the right flank?" ”

"It should be so, the Agri of the Count of Montina are the soldiers of his domain, and it is said that all his guards are also made entirely of the Agri." The officer affirmed.

"I'm sorry sir," said one of the scouts, hesitating, but plucking up the courage to retort, "but we seem to have found a lot of cavalry on the Count's left flank. ”

"Cavalry?" Cargino's expression perked up, he was actually a little worried about Alexander's bohemians who gave him a headache, and if the scouts could no longer tell him the exact location of those bohemians, he was even considering whether to send a special team to be ready to guard against those elusive bohemians at any time.

Calgino jumped off his horse, he picked up a branch and quickly drew it on the ground, looking at Alexander's line that was gradually forming, he first frowned slightly, and then knocked on the center of the line with the branch.

"We'll have to separate the Montinans," Calgino said to the officers gathered around, "obviously he made arrangements on that hill, perhaps to hide an army, but these are not the most important things, the point is why Gombray placed his cavalry on his left flank, knowing that if he tries to attack us from the flank, we only need to tighten our formation to stop his cavalry, so I think his only purpose in doing so is to force us to slow down our attack on his army,"

"My lord, there are a lot of musketeers in Montina's army." An officer reminded.

"Yes, that's what he's about," said Calgino, his eyes narrowing slightly, and he looked up with a little excitement, "he wants to force us to slow down, so that we can inflict casualties on us with the musketeers' long-range fire while we march." ”

"So we have to speed up, sir?"

"Yes, we have proud crossbowmen, and they may not shoot as far as the muskets, but if you get close to them, Gombray will know how good the Genoese are."

With that, Calgino straightened up and looked across the river.

"Cross the river!" Cardino first gave a loud order, then glanced at the hill on Montina's right flank, "Order our heavy infantry to prepare to take that hill." ”

Just as Calgino's order was given, a golden dawn happened to shine down from the top of the hill through the gap in the jungle at the top of the hill.

For a moment, Calgino's eyes lit up, and then suddenly turned black.

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