When the Venetians swarmed towards the gap in the low wall, Gompati's face turned pale, and his hands and feet were cold!

The walls of Pisa are not only low but also too simple, except for the scenery of domination on the sea, the Pisan people have never had any chance to compete with the enemy on land, and even in the eyes of many people, Pisa is a vassal of Florence, even when the Medici family, who did not show that they wanted to completely annex Pisa, was in power, Pisa did not dare to disobey the colossus of Florence.

Because of this, the Pisans never dared to build their walls easily, for fear of arousing the suspicion of Florence.

Now, the Pisa's people are paying the price for their years of cowardice and weakness.

Although he knew that the hastily constructed low wall could only temporarily slow down the advance of the Venetians, Gompati was overwhelmed by a great sense of frustration when he saw that the fortifications he had built had only served to halt the enemy's footsteps temporarily.

The low wall is breached, and the Venetians will attack the walls of Pisa directly!

"Don't be in a daze, archers!"

Alexander's roar woke Gompati, who was following the Venetians who were beginning to storm the gates below the walls along the low walls, and Gompati shouted: "Archers! Volley, we haven't lost yet! ”

The shouting instantly made everyone move, looking at the Venetians who were already under the city walls, some archers leaned out without thinking and aimed their crossbows underneath, but then they were killed by the Venetian archers who had already rushed to the side of the low wall.

"Let all come back," Alexander felt a chill on his head, he didn't expect to be in such a predicament at the beginning of the battle, looking at the Pisan people who were still struggling to resist in front of the low wall, he knew that there could be no more hesitation at this time, "Give up the low wall outside, and all withdraw to the city!" ”

The corners of Gompati's mouth moved, and finally he waved his hand to the herald in a reluctant low roar, and for a moment the melodious sound of the retreat characteristic of the Pisan people sounded on the city wall.

Although many sailors still couldn't figure out what this trumpet meant, they saw that the mercenaries immediately shouted and began to retreat, and the sailors also began to retreat.

At the gates, the mercenaries, led by Alexander himself, lined up in formation, clutched their weapons and stared nervously at the Venetians who were trying to climb over the low wall and storm the gates as the retreating Pistians descended.

"Get ready!" Alexander shouted to the mercenaries that this was the only team the Pisians could organize, and if he couldn't stop the enemy, maybe his only way was to run back to the city and take Lucrezia as far as he could.

The Venetian flag kept shaking on the opposite side of the low wall, and then you can see that many soldiers tried to jump over the low wall first, but because of the urging of the people behind them, not many people were able to climb over the wall calmly, but some soldiers simply rolled over the wall because of their haste.

The Venetians became irritable, especially after more and more people poured in from the gap in the distance on the side, and the Venetians in front became even more impatient, and they began to slash with their weapons, slamming their bodies, and the low wall began to loosen, and then smoke and dust came out, and with a roar, the not solid wall finally collapsed in large swaths.

In an instant, the Venetian army shouted and stepped over the wreckage of the low wall on the ground and rushed towards the Pisans, who were concentrating under the city gates.

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

The mercenary captain who was called Daddy by Gompati pointed the halberd in his hand at the enemy who was rushing to the front, and his shout was exchanged for the same fierce roar of his partners around him, although the mercenary's enthusiasm for battle has always been one of the reasons for being criticized, but these people who have been on the battlefield for many years know that if they can't fight side by side against the enemy at this time, then maybe they don't have a chance to escape at all, and they may be cut into meat sauce by the Venetians on the other side.

And although he didn't explain it, when he saw the group of mercenaries blocking the city gate behind, he had already guessed that even if they wanted to turn around and escape at this time, they would have no chance.

Those mercenaries are not Daddy's companions, but Gompati's people.

Clearly, Alexander was using these men to oversee their war!

Once they turn around and run away, they will face attacks from both front and back.

What's more, the huge temptation of 6 cents tax also makes it impossible for them to give up this rare opportunity easily.

The Venetian who rushed to the front saw the halberd sticking out from behind the shield opposite, and for a moment he thought about stopping, but then the person behind pushed his body to death, and when he felt the instantaneous pain when the halberd pierced into his body, the Venetian also heard the frantic shouts of his companions who rushed up to kill him.

A bloody and brutal hand-to-hand battle unfolded under the city gate of Pisa in an instant.

Standing in the middle of the semi-circular formation of mercenaries, all he could see was the swaying figures of the pistons who had retreated from the outermost part, and the Venetians in front of him could only hear their shouts and roars.

When the first wave of the Venetian came, even at the back of the group, Alexander felt a huge fluctuation, and the pizza formation seemed to be pushed hard by an invisible giant hand, and the violent shaking made people wonder if they would fall in the next second.

But the Pisan people apparently resisted, and after a period of turmoil, some of the Pisan people resisted, while others shouted and called for those behind to come forward and fill the wounded.

When Daddy's halberd was retrieved, there was a piece of colorful intestines hanging on it, but this was not taken seriously by the veterans, and he even used the intestines on the fork of the halberd to shake in the face of an enemy on the opposite side, and when his eyes were covered by dirty things, a Pisan man raised a thick long knife and slashed at the Venetian's head.

There were battles everywhere under the walls, and Gompati on the walls looked anxiously at the entire battlefield.

The ditches and low walls still played a role, at least when the Venetians had broken through and had lost a lot of time to get past those barriers, and after the chaotic teams that had become confused by crossing the barriers and swarming the Pisians had no effect, the Venetians apparently realized that this haphazard attack did not seem to immediately sway the Pisians who were adept at defending.

Obviously, because of its unique geographical location, it became clear to the Pisan people that the only way they could defend themselves on land without being suspicious of their powerful neighbors was to make their armies as defensive as possible, which was the first condition that the Pisan government had always followed when looking for mercenary troops.

You can not be good at attacking, because the Pisan people don't need it, but they have to be able to defend tenaciously!

The captain shoved the men in front of him to make way for them, and he jumped into an overturned carriage and looked condescendingly at the enemy, who was entangled with the enemy's canine teeth, and just as he was about to summon more men to work harder, a bow and arrow whistled from the city walls.

Gompati shouted as the remaining archers on the walls squeezed closer and tighter towards the Venetians, who were trying to squeeze into the Pisan line like rolling ants.

The arrows kept whizzing overhead, and many Venetians involuntarily stopped and bent down for fear of being hit, but when they found that the arrows were flying behind them, some of them couldn't help but look back except for the soldiers who were fighting the Pisa in front of them.

Gompati's target was a group of infantry in thick armor, and although he couldn't see them clearly, when he saw them approaching the Pisans with a terrifying momentum that even his own people were squeezing out, a sense of crisis made him involuntarily order the archers to take turns firing at them.

But apart from a few powerful crossbow arrows, ordinary bows and arrows posed little threat to them, and as they got closer and closer, Gompati did not dare to let the archers shoot blindly, otherwise they would probably injure their own men by mistake.

Sweat was running down Gompati's forehead, because it was on the city walls, so he could see the team better than anyone else, and he knew that once they were allowed to storm the line, it would be difficult for the Pisians to hold it.

Gompati let out an anxious roar, he wanted to warn Alexander below, but his shouts were drowned out in the chaos of the battlefield, and it was obviously too late to send people down.

Gompati looked around in a hurry, trying to find a way to stop the men from advancing, and then he suddenly looked at him, and beckoned his men to run to the side.

The sound of the collision also aroused Alexander's vigilance, he saw that the pressure of the Pisan people on the left seemed to be suddenly light, but then the Venetians in the distance seemed to be scattering, which made him immediately realize that something might have changed, he immediately urged the mercenaries in a semicircle formation to move to the left, but before they could go far, with the noise mixed with the exclamation of the Pisa people and the cheers of the Venetians came from the front, the formation of the entire left wing of Pisa seemed to be pushed by a giant hand again, and it first became chaotic and shaky, Then the teams in front of them panicked and retreated backwards.

"It's heavy infantry, the Venetians have heavy infantry!"

A mercenary ran back in horror, his head was bareheaded, his helmet had been lost somewhere, and when he saw Alexander, he cried out viciously, "You didn't tell us that the Venetians have heavy infantry, and when we are finished, they will cut us to pieces." ”

The mercenary's cry alarmed the people around him, and people looked at him one after another, and some of them already showed timidity and flight intentions in their eyes.

Alexander hurried over, his eyes showing a rare cruelty, and although he didn't want to do so, he didn't hesitate to stab the mercenary in the chest.

"Maybe I can forgive me if you just run away on your own, but now you have to die!" Alexander whispered in the mercenary's ear before he fell, and then he drew his sword and shouted to the people around him, "Don't forget my promise to you, either you will become rich and return home, or you will be hunted down by the Venetians, you have no second way!" ”

As he spoke, he raised his blood-stained sword and pointed at the Venetian hoplites who were squeezing towards them with a steady and irresistible momentum: "Whether you can create a miracle or not is at this moment, I promise you, hold on to Pisa, you will get much more than ever!" ”

Alexander's shouts made the Pisan people hesitate when they began to retreat in panic, but they were a little unsettled at the sight of the Venetian hoplites.

This momentary hesitation fell into the eyes of the captain of Venice who was behind, and a cheer came out of his mouth, as if he had seen the shadow of victory at this moment.

The hesitation of the battlefield was more terrible than any danger, and the Pisians were so timid that their already dangerous left line of defense was in turmoil.

"Just rush in from there!" The captain gave the order to the herald almost without thinking, his eyes flashing with excitement, although the setbacks at the beginning of the battle had cost him some soldiers, including wounded himself, but the good fortune of the Pisan people had clearly come to an end, and he could already imagine that maybe today's dinner would be enjoyed in the town hall of Pisa.

"At this time, the honor belongs to Venice!"

The Venetian general, who was standing far behind the heavy infantry, shouted excitedly, his face flushed, but the heat in his eyes was not just because of the impending victory.

The general, who hoped to be valued by the conquest of Pisa, was thrilled at this moment, and when he saw that it was his heavy infantry and not the mercenaries who had squeezed through the Pisan defenses, he also seemed to see great honor and power coming.

The general shouted excitedly urging the heavy infantry to attack from behind, and he could not tolerate the mercenaries and the credit he had for his easy holds.

Just then, he heard a loud blast of artillery.

The general instinctively raised his head, there was still a trace of doubt on his face, he didn't know what use those guns could be used at this time, after all, they had already entered the range of the artillery.

Then he seemed to see a dark shadow with smoke coming from overhead in his direction.

The general didn't have time to see what it was, and when his body was smashed in an instant, the scattered fragments of his torso even turned into deadly weapons, and the shredded flesh and bones hit the bodies of the people next to them, causing them to scream in pain, and the cannonball rolled and flew forward, smashing the flag that was immediately behind the general, and then piercing the belly of a horse, and then smashed into the rubble of the low wall behind them, splashing a large cloud of smoke and dust.

The screams sounded behind the heavy infantry, which did not attract the attention of those heavy infantrymen, but the shouts of several heavy infantry who followed the general made the people in front finally notice the panic of their companions, and when they turned around to see the flags thrown on the ground and the mutilated corpses all over the ground, the heavy infantry couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamation!

They never imagined that the nominal commander of this invasion of Pisa would be smashed to pieces by enemy fire!

The shaking was instantaneous, and there was a brief confrontation between the heavy infantry and the Pisans, whose advance had been halted by the sudden loss of the general, and it was at this moment that Alexander's shouts and promises to the Pisan people completely irritated the mercenaries and sailors.

Compared with the mercenaries, the sailors who had risked their lives at sea all the year round had a stronger attachment to wealth, and they even desperately launched a counterattack against the heavy infantry who had come to a slight halt due to accidents, and behind them, the mercenaries, who were also inspired by the dream of a possible future, also rushed forward.

It was only then that a cannon on the city wall that had been removed from the gun mount, and almost half of the cannon body was leaning downward, finally could not withstand the force of the swaying back and forth in the air after shaking a few times, and slowly slid down with the slope of the edge of the destroyed city wall.

"Block!" Gompati shouted unwillingly, trying to stop the cannon from falling down the city, but the heavy weight of the cannon made the people next to him daunting, and he was forced by Gompati to dismantle the cannon indiscriminately, and after loading the projectile, he risked pushing the cannon to the point where it smashed out of a downward slope, and the gunners hurriedly grabbed the captain of the city defense who tried to stop the cannon from slipping.

"Let's dismantle the other artillery!"

Gompati shouted and ran to another cannon not far away, but one of the gunners next to him pointed to the bottom and said with some surprise: "Captain, look, Venice." ”

"What's wrong with the Venetian?"

Gompati asked angrily, then turned back to look out of the city.

The Venetians outside the city were still attacking, but if you looked closely, you could see that only the enemy in the center and on the right was constantly engaged, and the Venetians on the left seemed to be sluggish because something had happened, especially the formidable heavy infantry, which was not far from the Pisa, but they did not attack, on the contrary, they were slowly retreating, and at the same time Gompati noticed, A small group of Venetians, who appeared to be generals, were hurrying to the left along the edge of the destroyed low wall.

"What happened?"

Gompati, who did not know that he had killed the Venetian general with a single shot, muttered in some confusion, but he soon realized that the attack of the Venetians in the center seemed to have slowed down because of the delay of the enemy on the left.

Alexander also noticed the strangeness of the Venetians, and although he did not know what was happening, the unexpected retreat of the heavy cavalry and the subsequent sudden decrease in pressure on the left side made him feel that this was a rare opportunity.

"Go up," Alexander shouted, he felt a little pain in his throat, but now he didn't care about that, the center of the Venetian seemed to have become sluggish due to the influence of the left side, and Alexander even saw that some of the Pisas in front of him had begun to fight back, "Don't rush forward, hold the formation!" ”

Alexander cried out with a sore throat, he didn't know what was going on with the Venetians, but it was clear that the situation had suddenly turned in favor of the Pisa.

A drum beat sounded from a distance, and the pisbians who were struggling to hold on to their formation were stunned for a moment, and then burst into passionate shouts.

Alexander realized something only after the Pisan cheered, gasping as he lowered his arm that was almost out of instinct and looked into the distance as the enemy in front of him receded.

Then, he exhaled softly.

"Venetian, retreat." Alexander leaned his sword on the ground weakly to support his body, then looked at the Venetian slowly retreating, and he muttered a low reminder to himself, "It's just the first rendezvous, Alexander, just the first rendezvous." ”