The collapse of the Venetians did not come after the Genoese had entered the battle.

On the contrary, the Genoese attack not only aroused their hatred and resistance, but also made them realize at once that if the enemy could not resist the enemy's attack, their lone army, which had penetrated deep into western Tuscany, was in danger of being completely annihilated.

So even in the face of a sudden attack, the Venetians tried to hold their ground, and they even tried to organize a counterattack after hearing the trumpet.

But this move seemed somewhat blind, even stupid, and when a Venetian company fought to break through to the center of the two Genoese columns, and then tried to attack one of the Genoese, they were shocked to find that just behind the Genoese, an army with muskets, which was still strange to them, was waiting for them.

The Agri musketeers were very comfortable at this time, and the battle on the battlefield seemed to be far away from them, and when the first wave passed, they turned into a stroll to the depth of the battlefield under the protection of the spearmen behind them.

The almost frenzied behavior of the Genoese in front of them made the Agri somewhat incomprehensible, and they could not understand why the Genoese, who had been hanging on to the prodigal before, pounced on the Venetians as if they had drunk soju one by one.

At least for now, the mutual slashing between the two sides left the Agri idle for a moment, until the Venetian company suddenly appeared in the gap in the middle of the Genoese ranks, and it seemed that they were trying to turn around and besiege the enemy on one side with their companions in front of them.

The Agri heard a familiar sound of a trumpet, and there was no more signal in the whole battlefield that came close to it, and it was more of a short, urgent, but pleasant piece of music than a horn.

But the music is brutal and bloody.

The musketeers of the first platoon raised their weapons, aim, steady, shoot!

A smoke screen wafted up, accompanied by several sparks and the groans or curses of scalded soldiers.

The musketeers always had some scars on their faces, which were burned by the dregs that burst up, and for this, the uniforms of the musketeers were different from the others, their collars were large, and a beautiful piece of metal was sewn on them, and the collars had buttons and buttonholes, and usually the collars were folded on both sides, and once they fought, they would turn up the collar high and fasten it to cover their cheeks, so that they could at least suffer a little less damage.

The muskets were fired at the Venetians who were trying to turn, and the muskets in the front row were all aimed in one direction, or rather a point.

The dense bullets collided with the dense crowd, and there was no need to even deliberately aim at anything, even the notoriously inaccurate smoothbore flintlock pistol could hit effortlessly.

It may take years or even decades to train a good crossbowman, but how long does it take to train a musketeer?

Looking at the Venetians who had fallen to the ground under the heavy fire, some of the Agri were in a trance, they were just peasants a year ago, and now they were slaughtering the Venetian army.

Many more people were already a little unimpressed, and although they had not participated in many battles, the Agri, especially the musketeers, had begun to be able to look at death calmly and even a little indifferently.

People are really creatures that can adapt to the environment, and of course those who can't adapt have died early.

The counterattack against the Genoese had just begun to be stopped by a sudden blow, and when he discovered that the strange and strange team was like a beast lurking behind and would seize the opportunity to bite at any moment, the Venetian mercenary captain immediately gave the order to tighten the formation.

The trouble with the death of the Venetian general was that the captain could not command all the armies as he wished, especially the Venetian heavy infantry, which was one of the few well-equipped and powerful Venetian native troops.

The Venetians were proud of the fact that the Venetians were proud of the fact that a merchant empire city-state was a merchant city with almost all the people who were willing to make a name for themselves on the battlefield, and they even considered it a noble virtue that only ancient Rome had.

It is a pity that such an army has become a burden because their generals died not long after the start of the war, and after almost all the officers of the entire company were abolished by a single shell, this heavy infantry became a waste that could only follow the other companies without accomplishment.

But it was such a team that caused a lot of trouble to the enemy.

When the organized counterattack was unexpectedly repulsed, the Genoese immediately threw themselves into an even more frantic attack, and they surrounded the Venetian team before they had time to retreat, the perennial feud left both sides without mercy or sympathy, even the wounded were again mercilessly poked down and cut down, and the Genoese kept approaching the enemy with the corpses and blood of the Venetians.

It was at this time that the Venetian heavy infantry appeared in front of them.

There is no exaggerated shouting and deliberate intimidation of the other party by mercenaries, only the anger and hatred that cannot be restrained in an instant when they see their old enemies.

The two sides rushed forward almost the next moment when they saw each other's flags clearly, such as the fierce assassination of the Lin spear accompanied by the friction of the armor, the collision of the shields, the miserable howl of the stabbed person and the terrifying sound of broken bones were all mixed together, and in an instant, a corner of the battlefield became the most bloody and violent hell on earth!

Carlo was tempted to scold.

He wasn't a good general, he didn't even have the qualifications to be a general, he was just a cavalry officer who had just learned how to command his small army.

He might have been able to lead the cavalry charge, but he was already a little overwhelmed by the fact that he was in command of the entire Agri phalanx, and now he had to command the disobedient Genoese army.

The initial success made Carlo even think that the Venetians were nothing more than that, but when the Venetian hoplites appeared, the situation suddenly changed!

The stubbornness of the heavy infantry aroused the bravery of the more Venetian troops, who began to slowly approach each other around the center of the heavy infantry, and it was clear that they were preparing to concentrate their defenses and wait for an opportunity to counterattack.

Carlo watched the Venetians who were gathering like thunder, and he felt that it was all the fault of the Genoese, if they had not been so fanatical and rushed early, but only covered their own ranks, then they could have dealt a great blow to the Venetians with the powerful fire of the musketeers.

But now, is it going to turn from a surprise attack into a war of attrition?

Carlo and his cavalry ran around the battlefield, trying to stop the Venetians until he saw Alexander, who was rapidly rushing towards them.

Alexander's heart, which had been carried by him because it was still far away, finally let go when he heard the familiar volley of muskets.

In terms of numbers, they had already surpassed the Venetians, and the chaos caused by the surprise attack had thrown the Venetians into disarray.

As long as there was no confusion in the first round of the battle, Alexander did not think that the Venetians could pose much of a threat to him at this time.

Alexander also saw from afar that Carlo was running on the battlefield with his cavalry, which made Alexander helplessly sigh that Carlo was really only suitable to be a cavalry officer.

Obviously, he didn't grasp the key to the entire battlefield, and this key was in front of him, but looking at Carlo's appearance, it seemed that he was about to ignore it.

Alexander reluctantly raised his musket, he didn't like the choking smell of the shot, but he had to get Carlo's attention at this time.

The two muskets fired at the same time into the sky, and the sound of gunfire from behind caught Carlo's attention, and he couldn't help but look back at Alexander.

But before Carlo could turn his horse's head and go up, Pagasus was already rushing over him like a whirlwind, and Alexander pointed his sword at a group of Venetians who were trying to get closer to the heavy cavalry.

"Keep up with me! Destroy them! ”

Carlo's gaze followed the direction in which Pagasus was running, and he didn't have time to think about it, but he was accustomed to swinging his saber and charging after Alexander.

Run through the chaos of enemies, swing your sword, and slash with all your might!

Alexander's arms kept rising and swinging, and as Pagasus ran, his sword sometimes carried a string of blood on his enemies, and at other times he rushed before he could touch them.

Forget fear and timidity, only the brave can walk off the battlefield alive!

Alexander told himself that even when he had already passed through the enemy, he quickly turned his horse's head and reprepared himself for the charge.

But this is no longer needed.

When the torrent formed by the hunters and the Bohemians instantly broke down the team, the Venetians seemed to feel a moment's pause, and the moment they saw the flag with a sword inlaid on the top to sign the captain fall, the Venetian mercenaries who had been trying to get closer to the heavy infantry finally faltered.

The collapse seemed to have been gradual, but it did not last long, starting with the company closest to the captain's flag, and the Venetians, shaken by the double blow of losing the captain's command and the cavalry attack, began to retreat in the direction of the hill.

That's how they came from, and people are always used to choosing to be closer to more familiar places than unfamiliar ones.

This retreat, once present, is uncontrollable.

When faced with victory, or even a stalemate with the enemy, the mercenary may hold on with high morale, but once there is a defeat, the habit of preserving strength as a mercenary who does not need to fight desperately for the sake of his employer is also slowly revealed at this time.

The Venetian army began to retreat in the direction of the hill, and many of them saw the Venetians stubbornly holding their place and refusing to move, and the excited faces of the Genoese who seemed to know that a slaughter was coming, but no one wanted to move closer to the Venetian heavy infantry, but instead chose to stay as far away as possible from the Venetians, because that would bring them death.

The Venetian heavy infantry eventually began to move as well, trying to break out of the encirclement, but it seemed to be a little late.

The hunters began to run and shoot around the long formation they had maintained, and despite the armor and shields, there were still screams from the occasional hits.

An even greater threat came from the terrifying giant crossbows of the Genoese.

Protected by the sword and shield men in front of them, the Genoese crossbowmen unhurriedly swirled their crossbow handles, and then loaded their conical crossbows, which were specially designed to shoot through armor, with a muffled thud, in exchange for a terrible scream from the opposing heavy infantry ranks.

Again and again, the breakouts were blocked, and the heavy infantry that had been surrounded had been squeezed so that they could no longer hold on, and the ranks shrunk into a ball.

The corners of Alexander's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked back at the city of Pisa, if the Venetians knew what he was thinking at this time, they would be angry and afraid.

Alexander looked a little further away, and smiled slightly with satisfaction when he saw that Carlo had already begun to chase down the mercenary companies with his cavalry.

In an era when formations are everything, once the formation is defeated, it means defeat.

At this time, Caro's cavalry really showed their might, pursued, dispersed, continued to pursue, completely dispersed, Carlo didn't need to kill or injure many enemies, he just needed to keep chasing and expelling.

Looking at the heavy infantry, which had been gradually squeezed together, Alexander frowned.

Exterminate these Venetians?

Looking at the heavy infantry Alexander, who had been tightly gathered, was a little uncertain.

That would have brought a lot of unnecessary casualties, and Alexander couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he looked at the Agri who could be identified on the battlefield.

Even with the Genoese as the main attacker, Alexander was not willing to do so.

After all, the battle in Pisa was unexpected, and the battlefield of Castelo Montina Nova was still waiting for him.

Alexander couldn't help but think again, or would it be more effective to shoot at the Venetians with such a dense concentration of artillery?

The thought only flickered in Alexander's mind before disappearing.

"Let them surrender," Alexander instructed those around him, "and tell them that if they give up resistance, I will spare them from dying." ”

"They're Venetians!"

A Genoese general who had already arrived at his side roared indignantly, and he looked at Alexander with a look of displeasure and hostility.

"And I'm the Count of Montina."

Alexander's tone was calm, serene, but unquestionable!

There was a moment of hesitation on the Genoese face, and he tried to continue arguing, but in the end he only let out a muffled depression.

"Collect their weapons, they cannot participate in any battle until the war at Montina is over, so that I can guarantee their safety," said Alexander, whose eyes were already on the two armies that were gradually moving away from the battlefield, and his tone became cold, "Tell them that if they refuse, I will let the Pisians bombard their ranks directly with artillery, and I will not leave a single prisoner at that time." ”

As the word passed, there seemed to have been a commotion among the Venetian hoplites, followed by a stalemate.

Not long after, with the fall of the Winged Lion Banner, an officer stepped out of the Venetian heavy infantry.

Alexander did not see the Venetian, and he quickly led his horse towards the several Venetian troops that were still trying to resist, and behind him the hunters followed closely.

"Don't stop!" Alexander shouted to some of the Agri and Genoese, who were already about to stop, "Keep fighting if you want to get more booty, the Venetians have been defeated, do you want to let go of the wealth that belongs to you?" ”

Alexander's shouts clearly irritated the somewhat weary soldiers, whose gaze sparkled at the Venetians in the distance, as if they were no longer a crowd of disadvantaged enemies, but a mass of fleeing gold coins.

The pace that had just slowed down began to pick up as Alexander's words began, and the Venetians, who had been pursued, had to continue to run up the hill with all their might.

Many Venetians had already climbed over the hilltop, and the Bohemian cavalry that had rushed to the front had also pursued them.

Alexander let out a long exhale, urging Pagasus to run up the hill.

But before he could reach the top of the mountain, Carlo, who had just crossed the hill, suddenly appeared at the top of the hill, and he shouted at Alexander: "My lord! Vatican Army! ”

Alexander's heart was shocked, he quickly climbed to the top of the mountain, and when he saw the messy scene below, Alexander couldn't help but be slightly stunned at first, and then the corners of his mouth curled and he laughed.

In the wilderness outside Pisa, the Count of Montina and the Vatican's troops met in such an inexplicable "victory".

What awaits them is a delicate situation that is extremely embarrassing for both sides.

Separated by a group of Venetians in the middle, who were worried and did not know what fate awaited them, the two "friendly armies" faced each other in silence.

Nomerlo's gaze swept over Alexander on the other side, he actually wanted his people to rush over and arrest this nasty guy, it was better to erect a gallows or guillotine immediately, just look at the army behind Alexander, Nomelo knew that he could only think about it.

In fact, it was no longer Lucrezia's safety that Nomelo cared about, he knew that this Gombray should not go crazy enough to hurt Lucrezia.

The Pope's secretary cares about Pisa!

A sudden war that does not belong to the Pisan people, but which they cannot escape, suddenly makes Pisa, a place that was slowly declining, suddenly become important.

The reason why the Venetians ventured to invade Pisa was to flank Montina with the Milanese in the north, but more importantly, to control Pisa, it meant that the Genoese penetrated through Tuscany to the Romagna region to a large extent.

At the same time, the occupation of Pisa could also directly cut off the Vatican's connection with the coast of the Tirenian Sea, and thus directly threaten the Vatican's influence in the north.

Although he had only been informed for a short time and had not even understood many things, Nomelo had already roughly guessed the purpose of the Venetian's adventure in a very short time.

Nomelo couldn't help but admire the cunning old man entrenched in the Doge's palace in Venice, and understood more than ever why his master, Alexander VI, was so jealous of the old man, who was almost 80 years old.

It's just that the Pisa people didn't fall into the hands of the Venetians, but this made Nomelo not happy at all, because he saw Alexander in Pisa.

What surprised Nomelo even more was that when the two "friendly armies" entered Sa City on guard against each other, they didn't go far before a familiar figure suddenly appeared at the end of the street.

Watching Lucrezia run through the long street like a butterfly dancing in the spring breeze, excitedly threw herself into Alexander's arms, and then kissed him almost frantically on the lips, Nomelo next to him couldn't help but be stunned at first, and then moaned in his heart: "God, this is really a big trouble." ”