When Massimo returned to Marino Palace in a daze, it was already late, and because he looked a little scary, many people hurried over to ask him what had happened.

Mashimo has always been very popular, he can talk to everyone, he can sit together and drink and chat, although he wears a monk's robe, but no one regards him as a monk but more of a friend.

Seeing Massimo's ghostly expression, people couldn't help but be a little worried, especially some of the retinue of Tsusa, who knew that this monk was still very important to the count.

Assemo couldn't care about the others, he needed to see Jisha quickly and tell her what he had heard, and he had a feeling that trouble was coming to him soon.

Josha is sitting quietly in his room, I don't know what Uliu thinks, Josha's room is "coincidentally" arranged next door to Alexander's room, although there is no door connecting the two rooms, but there is a bay window at the back of the two rooms that protrudes outward and is next to it, if you sit on the couch on the bay window, you can chat with each other as long as you turn your head to the side.

Maximo admired Uliu's painstaking arrangement, and he couldn't help but admit that it wasn't easy to be a good housekeeper, at least not because he couldn't think of it.

Now she sits on the couch with the bay window tilting outward, because the couch is almost suspended in the air, and sitting on it makes her feel like she is floating in the air.

She looked at the bay window next door, which was only separated by a wall, and the distance was actually really close, and even if the people on both sides stretched out their hands, they could shake each other's hands.

Satisfied with this arrangement, she pondered how to reward the Moors, and it was then that Massimo arrived.

Seeing Massimo's strange demeanor, if he knew that something might be wrong, after listening to Massimo tell the whole story, Tsusha asked with some curiosity: "Who do you think that Conio is looking for?" ”

"I don't know, Miss, in fact, it's a gift from God that I can come back alive." Mahimo gulped down his wine and muttered, "But that Olgala surprised me, and though I might have sunk into the Tiber without her, I don't think that woman is so easy to deal with." ”

Of course it wasn't easy to deal with, and Zhisa thought about it, she didn't know much about Orgala before, only that the woman seemed to have a deal with Alexander, or someone behind her.

But after coming to Rome, she had already discovered that the woman was not simple.

Although it had only been a few days, Josha had heard more than one person hear about the hottest people in Rome right now.

There are big names like Gonzalo and Kotschach, as well as aristocratic circles like Orgala, who seem to be just in Rome, but if you look closely, you will find that they have seeped into every corner like water.

"Looks like that Connieo isn't telling the truth."

As she thought back to her encounter with Conio, it was clear that the woman was planning to get along with her, and she thought she was going to take the opportunity to get close to Alexander, but now it seems that she had other purposes.

"But it's good that you'll come back alive," said Josha, picking up the bottle next to her and pouring it for Massimo, "if it weren't for that Lady Olgala, you might have died." ”

Massimo shuddered again at his words, thinking about the danger of almost losing his life before, Massimo struggled to stand up and said goodbye to Masha, he had to find a suitable place and a suitable person to comfort his injured body and mind.

As she sat back on the couch in the bay window and looked out at the scenery, the night was already covering the city, and she could see the lights of the villa on the nearest hill in the distance, like stars dotted in the sky.

Josha didn't think about Orgala or Connie anymore, they would show up if needed.

Now Josha was thinking of Alexander.

She looked back at a short musket on her bedside table, which was strange to have in a young lady's room, which she had taken from Alexander's room.

The musket was not shrewd in appearance, and unlike some nobles who liked to carve all sorts of bells and whistles into their weapons, it was a practical and terrible weapon of murder.

The only thing that can be called decorative is a striking badge on the hilt of the gun, indicating a circle that completely fills all three sides in the equilateral triangle of the strongest structure.

In the gaps between the left and right corners of the triangle, there is a small pattern, which represents Agri and Montina, respectively, while the upper corner is still empty.

"What do you want to add here?" Josha muttered to herself as she looked at the pattern on the hilt of the gun, and then she suddenly raised her hand, the muzzle of the musket pointed in front of her.

There was a "pop", and the hammer hit the anvil with a crisp sound.

She withdrew her hand and watched the musket sit down on the bed, thinking for a moment as she pulled out a stack of papers tied with a cord from a tight box on the table next to her.

She untied the cord and began to arrange the documents on the bed in different categories, looking at the various contracts and agreements with different signatures, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

"Sophia, do you know that for Alexander this is what he needs most," Josha whispered to herself, "beautiful women can be found, but there are not many women who might help him." ”

A slight smile crossed her lips as she spoke, but then she frowned slightly.

This was because she quickly remembered that not only had the beautiful woman Alexander been found, but there seemed to be no shortage of women who could help him.

Barentia della Rovere is a living example of this.

"What an uneasy brother," Jisha snorted lightly, took out one of those documents and looked at it, looking at the wealth represented by a string of numbers on it, Jisha slowly lay down, put the musket on her soft chest and hugged it in her arms, "But it's only me who can help you, isn't it my brother?" ”

The brother who made his sister unconscious, now he is also troubled.

The army from Montina numbered about 1,500 men, which was all Alexander could muster.

Montina's original defenders were not moved at all, and after removing Gompati's artillery and wounded soldiers, Alexander was not able to bring out many people.

Although the number was smaller, because each person only carried a few days' worth of rations, the march was obviously much faster than the previous march from Pisa to Oral.

Perhaps it was the previous Battle of Fornovo that had a bad impact on Pittigliino, so that although the nominal victory was certain, and it was indeed after this battle that Charles VIII finally made up his mind to withdraw from Italy, Pittiliuno himself was questioned, and even the old fox Barbaregg, who was huddled in the Doge's palace in Venice, showed his dissatisfaction with Pittigliino, who seemed to want to make everyone reacquaint himself with his ideas in this new war.

The initiative against Oral was a testament to the Venetian lieutenant's attempts to show the positive side of him, and the seemingly risky but unexpected partition of the Papal Army saved the defeat at Oral almost overnight.

Alexander still knows a little about Giovanni, whether it is seen with his own eyes or in various rumors, Giovanni is an extremely arrogant person, if he is not really in danger, he will not take the initiative to ask Alexander for help, from the seemingly calm demeanor of the attendant, you can easily detect his anxiety, or from the fact that Alexander finally led the army to set off, his words began to increase and you can detect how anxious he was before.

Mount Chimone is a unique mountain in central Italy, a slightly north-south mountain that can be said to be the northern starting point of the entire Apennine Mountains, from here to the south, the entire Apennine Mountains follow the peninsula to the depths of the Mediterranean.

The gentle and steep western foothills of the Chimone Mountains were a major problem for the early Roman Empire, because whenever the barbarians tried to invade Rome, they could calmly find different invasion routes along the eastern foothills, while the Romans had to station their precious legions on the western slopes of the Chimone Mountains on the ravines and inconvenient passages on the western slopes of the Chimone, so the Romans always had to face a large number of strong enemies.

Now Giovanni's supply camp under the western slope of Chimone Mountain is not only occupied by Piertigliano, but worse, it has also cut off Giovanni's retreat, so if Duke Gandino does not want to face the desperate situation of running out of ammunition and food, the only thing he can do is to either ignore the danger that Pittiliuno may take the opportunity to attack, and immediately divide his troops to destroy the enemy behind him and recover all the supplies, or simply attack Pitiliano while the army has not yet run out of food.

However, Giovanni soon discovered that either method he took would have bad consequences, as the Genoese seemed to be going to repay him for his actions at the Battle of Orar by holding his ground.

In this case, Giovanni had to grit his teeth and ask his cheap brother-in-law for help.

Alexander knew very well Giovanni's helplessness and anger at this time, to be precise, Giovanni at this time was like the devil in the bottle in the story of the Thousand and One Nights, the more he helped him, maybe the stronger his revenge would be in the future, because he would think that it was the result of his great price and even dignity, and he would never be grateful to the person who saved him, only more bitter.

Because of this, thinking that he probably didn't have a few days left in this world, Alexander didn't mind letting this brother-in-law suffer for a few more days.

It would be better to help Giovanni out of trouble before his army runs out of ammunition, so that Giovanni will not have to worry about any more careful things, and will have to deal with Pitiliano with all his might.

It's just that Alexander didn't think that the battle that he thought could be quickly resolved was not so simple.

The complexity of the terrain on the western slope of the Chimone Mountains not only greatly surprised Alexander, but also made him helpless because Giovanni seemed to have thought of the possible threat when he chose the logistics camp, so he set up the logistics camp on the top of a mountain beam that had been washed into a ravine by a great flood, except for a rugged mountain road, which was not suitable for the army to form a formation.

"I wonder how the Venetians did it," Alexander asked coldly, looking at the grizzled Genoese captain opposite, "to know that the Venetians can take that camp from this road, can't you?" ”

"My lord, we have asked the defenders who have escaped," the Genoese captain glanced at the ugly-looking attendant beside him, "and they were not prepared for the Venetian attack at the time, and even when the Venetians were outside the camp, their sentinels were still drinking. ”

"Is that so?" Alexander looked back at the attendant, and seeing the attendant's embarrassed expression, he stepped out of the tent and pointed to the camp on the top of the hill, "You told me that this is the place that came to the rescue?" If you look at the mountain and the terrain around it, even if all of Giovanni's troops came to attack, they might not be able to take it. ”

"But my lord, it is you who are attacking now," said the attendant cautiously, "we all know your victory in Orar, when you had many more opponents than you, and now the enemies on the mountain are certainly inferior to the Milanese in Orar. ”

"But then I had artillery, fortifications, and enough food to keep the enemy out, and now I have what," said Alexander, a little annoyed, as he walked back to his tent and sat down in front of the map, and then said with a sigh of relief, "but that's fine, the only thing we can be thankful for now is that the enemy doesn't have artillery, and we have a chance to come up with something else." ”

Alexander said as he swung the quill in his hand casually, and then he felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

He looked at his attendants, and then at the Genoese captain, who was also not very good-looking.

"Your Excellen......cy," the attendant licked his lips, but as if he didn't know what to say, he looked at the Genoese next to him.

"My lord, I just asked the defenders," the Genoese captain's throat arched, which forced him to tug at the somewhat tight throat guard piece around his neck, "Duke Gandino, he ......"

Seeing that the captain was also about to speak, Ofleiyi next to him couldn't help but speak: "The Duke of Gandino once brought a batch of artillery in order to attack Reiaro, and now these cannons have fallen into the hands of the Genoese. ”

Alexander's hand holding the pen paused, he looked up at the people in the tent, his gaze swept over everyone's face, and then after slowly putting the quills on the table, Alexander said slowly: "Carlo, Ofrey, you stay, everyone else goes out." ”

Seeing the tent curtain being lowered, the people standing outside couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But then I heard a loud shout from the tent: "Giovanni, your sister's! ”